These arms of Mine

Chapter 2

I slowly cracked my eyes open, trying to adjust to the bright light. I saw two blurry figures standing over me. I squinted and everything became clearer.

There was two men looking down at me, and they seemed to be very confused and concerned.

One looked to be about my age, maybe older. He had dark hair and a clean shave. He wore perfectly pressed grey pants, white Nike golf shoes, a white sweater and a black and white hat with Nike's symbol on it. He was handsome. Very handsome. His blue eyes looked oddly familiar. Maybe I knew him from somewhere.

The other man looked to be older. Maybe mid 50's or early 60's. He had white hair and almost the same attire, but he was wearing a plaid golf shirt instead of the sweater.

I tried to sit up, but the handsome man stopped me.

"That's probably not a good idea."

His voice sounded familiar too. Where did I know him from?

"What the hell happened?" I said propping myself up on my elbows. And scanning my surroundings

I realized I was in an urgent care. I looked down and noticed that I was wearing a hospital gown.

"Umm...I hit you with a golf ball..."

The younger man said.

"You were driving across the faraway when I took my shot. I guess they forgot to tell you that my step father Paul and I were playing the back 9 today."

He continued. My head was pounding and I reached up and touched the massive lump that had formed on my head.

"but it's closed for water damage..."

I responded. I was searching the mans face trying to figure out where I'd seen him before. I was terrible with faces and names. The fact that I probably had a minor concussion didn't help either.

"Yeah, that's only hole 10 and we just skipped it. We play here often, and your manager let us on today. He didn't tell you?" The man said handing me some water.

I took it gladly and gulped it down fast.

"No he didn't. Grant never remembers to tell me anything" I said.

Just then the doctor walked in.

"Well good news Ms. James. It's just a minor concussion. You'll just have to rest it for a few days and you'll be good." He gave me some forms to fill out and I was on my way.

I grabbed my khakis and polo that i wore to work and put them on in the small bathroom at the urgent care. After putting on my golf shoes (the only shoes I had with me) I looked in the mirror to examine my current hair and makeup situation. My dark chocolate brown hair was messed up, so I threw it into a messy bun. I fixed the smudges on my eyeliner, put on my shades and I was off.

I walked out to my car and heard a voice call out behind me.

"Hey Kennedy wait up!" The man whom hit me was walking towards me. His step father wasn't with him. I wondered how he knew my name but then I remembered that my uniform polo had a name tag on it.

"Hey...I never did get your name" I said as he met me by my car. A look of shock crossed his face.

"What?" I asked confused. What had I done wrong. Did he already tell me his name? Did i forget that fast?

"You don't know who I am?" He asked

"Nope...should I?" I replied getting into my car but leaving the door open so I could talk to him. Doc said I was okay to drive home.

"Oh, I mean. I'm Justin Timberlake." He said. That's why he looked familiar. I had posters of *NYsnyc in my bedroom as a kid. I had always loved Justin the most. And I'd recently heard a couple of his solo songs on the radio. Not much, I'm more of a country fan.

"Oh right. I knew you looked familiar. Well that's cool. So did you come to apologize for concussing me?" I said bluntly.

"Oh. Uh no. I just figured you'd wanna meet me. Maybe take some pictures. I don't know if you're a fan Or not." He said cockily.

I laughed. "No thanks, I'll just take the concussion. That'll be all for tonight." I said. And closed my door, leaving the windows down.

He looked shocked. But then he laughed. "Yeah, sorry about that by the way. Hey, lemme drive you home. I know the doc said you could but I'd feel better knowing you got home okay." He offered. I hesitated but I sighed and accepted.

He flashed me a perfect white

Smile and got in the front seat of my old truck while I scooted in to the pass anger seat. He started the car and Somewhere in my car by Keith Urban began blasting through the speakers.

I hummed along to the familiar tune, and to my surprise Justin joined in. Man he really was a good singer.

But in my mind we're somewhere in my car and it's raining hard on the street light glow

You got your lips on mine it's gasoline or fire I never will forget you grab my shirt and pull it over my head

And your fingertips slide up and down my back, breathing hard steaming up the glass, I'd give anything if I could bring ya back.

Oh oh oh oh

We both began singing the song at the top of ours lungs and when it ended we laughed until we got to the main road.

"So where to?" He asked me, out of breath from laughing.

"Addison street" I said. He nodded and turned left.

5 minutes later.

"So this is where you live?" He asked when we pulled up to my small, studio mobile home.

"Yep. It's actually cozy." I said secretly embarrassed that a huge celebrity had to see my tiny house. Although I loved my home. It was homey.

"Well Justin, I guess we didn't think this through very well did we now." I said unbuckling my seatbelt and turning to face him. He did the same.

"And why is that?" He asked.

"You drove my car. How do you intend on getting yourself home?" I said smirking.

He laughed and sighed. "Man I'm dumb"

We sat there in awkward silence for a minute until he broke it. "Well I can just walk home, take a bus or something..." He said running his hand over his hair.

I sighed and looked at him "you wanna come in for a drink?"

He smirked, and it sent chills up my spine. "Depends on what we're drinking."

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