That's what I'm actually doing right now. I laid on my couch in my living room with a notebook on my lap. I'm working on a song called "Senorita". So far the lyrics are really coming together. I'll just get Timbaland to help me a little bit with the lyrics.

As I tried to think of the next line of the song, my doorbell rung. I sighed and stood up. It's probably just my Mom. She comes over everyday to check on me. She asks the same questions everyday and I give her the same answers.

I walked to the door and opened it. Instead of my Mom, it's my step dad, Paul.

"Wow she sent you this time." I said before letting him inside and shutting the door.

He chuckled and nodded, "She sure did." He then looked around the room. My house is a mess right now. Usually it's always so clean. I honestly just stopped caring about it. I have bigger things to worry about right now than cleaning my house. I could just hire someone to do it! "I'm surprised your OCD hasn't come out yet." He told me.

"I don't have OCD." I denied and he raised an eyebrow at me.

"Justin, I've known you since you were seven. You have OCD." He said. Okay, maybe I have it a little bit.

"Fourteen years you've been in my life." I slowly nodded my head.

"It's been a long fourteen years." We both laughed.

"It sure has." I agreed.

"it's been good, though." He said,

"Yeah." I nodded.

"So have you left the house yet?" He asked me. I sighed and ran my hand threw my hair. I knew this would be coming soon.

"Nope." I shook my head,

"Justin." He sighed.

"I know, I know. I need to leave the house and go out in the world." I said. You don't know how many times I've heard this.

"That's not what I was going to say." He said,

"What were you going to say then?" I asked him.

"You need to get your shit together, Justin." He said. I looked at him in shock. That's the first time I have ever heard him say a swear word. Shit doesn't really count as a swear word to me, but to him it so is one.

"Damn." I muttered under my breath, but I knew he heard me by the look on his face. He was glaring at me.

"Go get a shower, fix yourself up, shave your face, put some decent clothes on and then we can leave." He said.

"C'mon Paul." I sighed.

"No. You're an adult you need to act like it." He said.

"Paul, I don't want to leave." I shook my head.

"Do you think that I was suggesting that? That was an order." He said. "Now get your ass upstairs and get ready or I will drag your ass up there." He ordered me. I looked at him and then silently made my way upstairs. "I'm going to make myself a sandwhich." He said before walking to my kitchen.

Who the hell is this man? This isn't the man I've known for most of my life.

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I finished getting ready and walked downstairs. I can't believe I'm doing this.

"There you are!" Paul smiled at me.

"Let's go, before I change my mind." I sighed.

"Well I would drag you out the door." He said.

"I know you will, Paul." I sighed. I think my Mom is finally rubbing off on him. This won't be good. One Lynn Harless in the world is bad enough, but two for me to deal with? God help me.

We walked outside and I locked my house. We got in his car and he drove.

"Where are we going?" I asked him.

"I don't know." He shrugged.

"Shouldn't you have planned this ahead of time?" I frowned.

"This was last minute." He claimed. "Where do you want to go?" He asked me.

"I don't know." I shrugged.

"Let's go shopping." He said in a high pitched voice, trying to sound like a girl. I raised my eyebrows at him and he laughed. "C'mon Justin, have a little fun." He said. I sighed and looked at him.

"Let's go girl." I said in a high pitched voice. He laughed and held up his hand for me to high five, so I laughed and high fived his hand.

"You're so stupid." I shook my head as I laughed.

"Well it was my stupidness that got you out of the house, now wasn't it?" He smiled at me.

"It was, it was." I nodded.

"Don't diss the stupidness, embrace it." He told me.

"Embrace it." I repeated. We then arrived in Beverly Hills. "What if paparazzi see me?" I asked him when he parked his car. I don't know if I'm ready to face the paparazzi.

"Then they do." He shrugged and I sighed. "Justin, you're going to be fine." He reassured me.

"I'm trusting you." I looked him in the eyes.

"Good. You can always trust me." He nodded. I sighed and put my sunglasses and hood on.

"Let's go." I said. We both got out of the car and went inside a store. A couple people asked me for autographs and pictures, which I of course did. At the end of the day my fans are my second family. They're the reason I've made it so far in my career. They're the ones I need to thank for my success.

I bought a pair of jeans and Paul got a pair of sunglasses. I looked outside when we finished paying for our items and saw the paparazzi.

'"Man." I sighed, Paul looked and saw what I saw. They already were taking pictures of me.

"C'mon, you'll be fine." He said. I nodded before we went out the doors and the yelling began.

"What's going on, Justin?" One of them asked me.

"Where have you been, Justin?" Another asked me.

"Justin! Justin!" Some of them yelled.

"You aren't nothing, but a spoiled brat. Grow up, Timberlake." One of them got in my face. That's when the yelling got louder. All because I tackled him to the ground.

Whoops.

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