"Come on... Pick up." he said, trying to call his girlfriend yet again.
Justin hasn't been able to reach Tiffany ever since he had been discharged from the hospital. He wanted to call her and let his lover know that he was okay, that things were about to go back to normal.
But for some reason, she hasn't been answering the phone, which gave him a very bad feeling in his gut.
W-What if Stefano IS in Commotion City and kidnapped her? Oh god... Just like he did with his ex-girlfriends. Locked them in a dungeon and everything.
However, those thoughts of worry were immediately quelled when she finally answered the phone, greeting him with the cute and kind "Hello?"
"Tiffany?" he said, hoping this was his loving girlfriend.
"Justin? Is that you? Is that REALLY you?"
Thank Venus... She's OK.
"Y-Yeah. It's me."
The blondie let out a sigh of relief, glad she finally heard from him.
"Oh my gosh... It's so good to hear your voice. Hi."
"Hi." he replied, sounding a bit awkward yet mildly innocent.
"So... How are you feeling?"
"I'm... I'm good. At least, now I am."
This was good to hear. Tiffany was worried sick about him for the longest time. But hearing some optimism in his voice for once was a relief.
"Babe, I just wanted to say that I'm so proud of you."
Proud of me? For what?
"Uh... For?"
"For keeping yourself together." she said. "Howard told me everything. He told me the operation was a success. The doctor you saw at the mental hospital got rid of that one part of your brain that made you act so..."
"Psychotic?" he said, attempting to finish her sentence.
"Y-Yeah. That. But still, I'm so proud of you, alright? You kept your head up during all of this. You've been through Hell and back yet you still managed to keep it together. You really are a brave and awesome guy."
"Tiffany," he exclaimed. "You're giving me too much credit. I still caused a lot of problems before I was admitted. I, I mean, HE snorted cocaine, drank too much, tried to drown himself, roasted you, your mother, and everyone else, and even strangled your boss. I feel so bad that it all happened like that. I'm sorry..."
"Babe, don't apologize for any of that shit. You didn't have much control over it." Tiffany said, trying to cheer him up.
"Still, what was happening was completely out of line. I have many regrets about Beckman being strangled like that. No doubt he fired you or worse..."
"No, he didn't. As a matter of fact, he said that he wanted to see you as soon as you come back home. He wants to give you a final evaluation, or something."
Really? So, Dr. Beckman's NOT mad at me?
"G-Good to know, I guess. But there's something important I need to tell you. Don't freak out."
"Huh?" the blondie said, not knowing what was happening.
"Listen, Tiffany. Before we had that intervention, Dwayne, Stefano's buck-toothed computer-hacker, had doxed me. Our address and phone numbers are public information now."
Oh shit... Tiffany thought to herself.
"I guess that may explain some shit."
"What?" he asked, wondering what she meant.
"I've noticed a few weirdos hanging around our house. And I could've sworn somebody was following me to work the other day. sigh Now I know why..."
This was baffling to hear. It sounded like either some hardcore Waffleslam fans, or even some of Stefano's goons were stalking his lover within the comfort of his own home. This is something he had feared for the longest time. Now, it was becoming a reality.
"Shit, I'm sorry." JD said, still being overly-apologetic on the matter.
"Stop apologizing, okay? Look, I have to get back to work soon. Just make sure you and Lailani have a good time together. I'll watch my back in case anyone tries anything sneaky. Might have Audrey, Nikki, or even Candace here with me for protection."
"Candace?" he asked.
"Yeah. She actually moved into the city without thought. She's really been enjoying herself over here."
Well I'll be damned... Candace really did move to Commotion City. I didn't think she was THAT dumb...
"Anyways, I'll see you when you come home, which should be around the end of this month, maybe the first of next month. I love you, JD. I really do."
"L-Love you too. Stay safe, Tiffany."
"Oh, I will. Bye." she said, hanging up.
"Bye." he replied, doing the same.
They both hung up, finally giving him some closure over the current situation at home.
"So, Beckman's NOT mad and wants to see me, Tiffany's OK. For how long, I don't know. Stefano, Cyd, or whoever, might do something drastic if I don't keep an eye out. Shit, wonder what else is going on?"
He then walked out of Lailani's bedroom, greeting the Polynesian and her little cousin in the kitchen after an interesting phone call.
"So, how did it go?" she asked, hoping things were OK at home.
"Eh..." he shrugged. "S-She's fine. When I go home, I'm supposed to see my doctor to get an evaluation or some shit."
"Good to hear."
Tawna then gave him that same, big-eyed stare. Somehow, it was still odd seeing an Albino person like him to the tan, Pacific-Islander child.
"What is with you?" he asked, wondering why she was still being so weird.
"I dunno. I'm hungry." the Polynesian child said.
"Oh, Tawna. You want me to make you some waffles?"
That word again...
Tawna glanced in Justin's direction. "No. I don't want any waffles."
She then got up and walked out, doing that same weird exit she's been doing ever since he arrived.
Lailani looked at him, wondering what was up with the whole dislike for waffles.
"So, why don't you like waffles?" she asked.
He shrugged, not knowing if he should tell her or not.
"L-Let's just say they carry a bad omen in my current life, okay? Just like you and vibrators."
The Polynesian girl nodded, sort of understanding his reasoning. Though, she felt a bit awkward with that last statement.
"Did something traumatic happen involving waffles?"
"Eh... I guess you could say that."
She could tell he was a bit discomforted talking about this. Although she found it to be rather odd, Lailani came up to him and hugged him.
"It's okay, Justin. From now on, I'll make you pancakes."
"Or, better yet: you could make French toast." he stated.
The Polynesian let out a cute chuckle. "Sure. I can do that too."
Tawna suddenly came back into the room, seeming a bit more joyful.
"Can I have some?" she asked, Both JD and Lailani laughed, thinking that was a bit funny in a cute, childlike kind of way.
Later that day, Justin decided to take care of some business he had on Inna De Poona.
"Where are you going, JD?" the Polynesian girl asked, seeing him heading out the front door.
"Out." he replied, being vague.
She frowned, getting a bad feeling about his intentions.
"Please don't talk to Ms. Belrose. It wouldn't be worth the trouble."
He shrugged, not exactly wanting to see Brooke neither, especially after what she told him.
"I'm not. Don't worry. I'm just going to a friend's house."
"Well... Okay then. Please be careful. Kiko has the car and walking around here can be a bit dangerous"
He nodded, understanding. The rural areas of the island were definitely not a good place to walk. Considering the exotic animals, the potential cannibals, etc., JD had to be extra careful when navigating to his friend's house.
"Don't worry about it. I'll call you if I need to." he said, reassuring her.
"Well, okay."
JD headed out of the house, ready to visit his freaky Arabian friend, whom he had not seen since last November.
I wonder what kind of sexy adventures Abia has going on these days...
He walked for a few miles, knowing that her house wasn't too far from Kiko's. He was so used to walking that he could basically navigate this way. No need for a car unless it's for long-distance.
Eventually, he came across the house he went to last year. The house of the Arabian freak with many bizarre fetishes and sexual tendencies, Abia Nawazi.
"Labia? Labia!" he shouted, knocking on her door.
"Labia? You here?" he shouted again, still calling her that innuendo.
Suddenly, there was an answer. However, it wasn't the Arabian chick he knew and cared for. Instead, it was a man in a suit.
"Can I help you?" he asked, intimidating the 23 year old.
"Uh... I'm here to see my friend. Is she here?"
The man yelled in the back, getting her attention.
"ABIA! You have a visitor."
"Agh! Who are they?"
"Eh... What's your name?"
"Oh, uh... Justin."
"JUSTIN!" the man shouted again, hurting JD's ear drums a bit.
"Let him in!" the feminine voice said, demanding the man in the suit to grant him access.
He looked at him, giving him a stern expression. "Alright, man. Be civil with her and don't do anything sexual, okay?"
Huh? Wonder why?
He was escorted in by the man in the suit. There he saw his friend, Abia, who was now fully covered, hood and everything.
"Hey..." he awkwardly waved, not knowing what was up with the Arabian woman's current status.
"J-Justin? What are you doing here? Why are you here?" Abia asked, seeming much more nervous than usual.
"Relax, Abia." he said, trying to put the Arabian at ease.
She started taking deep breaths, realizing that she didn't need to act so worked up over his sudden visitation.
"Right, right. Sorry... Hey, Justin. I like your hair."
He felt the top of his head, still forgetting it was black.
"Err... Yeah, thanks. So, what's been going on with you? Who's the guy in the suit? Wait, did you get a boyfriend?"
The Arabian gasped, not aware that JD didn't know her current situation.
"N-No. Please don't say that." she said, glancing over at him.
He tilted his head in confusion, not knowing why.
"Huh? If he's not your boyfriend, then who is he?"
She sighed, now ready to tackle the strange and vulgar life situation she was currently stuck in.
"He's uh... He's a federal agent."
A federal agent? Oh my god, what the hell did you do, Abia?
"Interesting. So, why's he in your house, exactly?"
"Ugh... H-He's supposed to watch over me. I'm under house arrest right now."
"H-House arrest?!" he exclaimed, shocked to hear this news.
"Y-Yeah." she replied.
"Abia, what the fuck did you do?"
"I... I may have accidentally touched the wrong person while doing a cavity search at the airport. I'm currently suspended from my job and under investigation."
"Ugh... Abia." he said in disgust.
"Okay, look. It wasn't intentional. This cute girl, who I didn't know was 17 years old, was acting a bit suspicious. She was walking a little... Funny? So, I had to remove her skirt and see what-"
"Okay, I've heard enough." JD said, not wanting to get into detail about why Abia touched a 17 year old.
"Y-Yeah. So, I've been under investigation ever since July. I haven't been able to leave the house. The only thing keeping me sane is Ms. Chainz' Classroom."
This was all a bit heavy. Hearing about this gave him second thoughts on being aligned with a sexual freak like her. It was a tough decision to make, but with her current status, he felt like he had to cut her loose.
"I'm just glad you came to visit so suddenly. You really made my day." the Arabian woman said, trying to lighten the mood.
Although she was attempting to be sweet and innocent, he knew she was troubled. sexually-addicted, and now had a criminal record. He looked at her, feeling like she could easily become another person like Kenny Bagworth.
"Abia, you might just need to suffer the consequences of your actions." he stated, being blunt with her.
"Gah! What do you mean? I didn't mean it!"
"I know how you are. I know you've had something like this happen to you before. But when I first met you in May of last year, it was you and Lola, who didn't seem to mind it. This time, however, was with a minor. It doesn't matter if you didn't know, you still touched somebody without consent. You messed up."
"How could you say that?" Abia said, now getting a bit defensive over her big mistake.
"Because it's true. Look, I don't want you to go down the wrong path or else you'll end up like Kenny Bagworth. You're better than that scumbag. I know you are."
"Kenny Bagworth?" she asked, not knowing who this was.
"Yeah," he said. "He's the man I was forced to sleep in the same room with. The same guy who roleplayed as a child for pleasure and did so many horrible things. I recently found out that he's that notorious deviant, Mr. Perv, selling porn on the dark web."
"Oh... I actually bought something from him at one point. Heh, sorry." she stated, confirming she bought something kinky from Mr. Perv's online store.
That was the last straw. He got up, now disgusted and enraged at Abia's current misbehavior. "Okay, this is done. Goodbye, Abia."
"No! Don't leave." she said, now a bit upset.
He continued to walk, being escorted out by the federal agent.
"Hey, if I go to prison, will you at least visit me?"
"No." he blatantly said.
"GAH! AAAAAAGH! OOOOOOOOH!" she yelled, sounding both in heat and in pain.
Abia continued to shriek and moan, feeling very under pressure with her current predicament. He felt a bit bad, but he also knew he didn't need to get involved.
"Hey, sorry about that, Sir." JD said, apologizing to the agent for making his current client flip out.
"Don't sweat it, kid. She's been like this ever since she was caught. Cabin fever, you know?"
He nodded, getting the same feeling of isolation from years before.
"So, do they have a final verdict on her or?"
"No," the agent said. "She's being kept here until we get solid proof of it. So far, we don't have much. At the same time though, the girl's parents are enraged that she mistakenly touched their 17 year old daughter, even though she claims she was only doing her job."
"Heh, yeah. She's done that before, but I can assure you: It wasn't merely to protect the airport from terrorists, or whatever."
"I know. I've been watching her for a few months now. Something's off about her. Tell me: has she ever done anything bad to you?"
Bad? No. Kinky? Absolutely.
"No." he answered, not wanting to bring up the three-ways or the one-on-one from last November.
"Okay then. Still, we're gonna keep tabs on her. And maybe she'll get lucky and avoid prison time, or maybe she won't. I dunno."
"Alright then. See you around, agent..."
"Shepard. Agent Shepard."
"Right." he said, accepting this 'James Bond' type of introduction. "Just make sure you herd that sheep properly."
The agent chuckled. "Will do. Have a nice day."
He left his Arabian friend's house, now feeling a bit uneasy after what she had just told him.
I can't believe Abia touched a 17 year old. Then again, sometimes it's hard for someone to tell if they're 17 or not. I've seen 16 year old's that look 24, and vice versa.
As he was making his way down the island, he realized that another friend of his lived close by.
"Polly." he said, going to the direction of her big fancy house in the suburbs of Inna De Poona, just outside of Love Lei Resort.
However, to his surprise, the big fancy house that belonged to the famous TeleYuber, Polly Bendleson, seemed to be disbanded.
"What the-?" he said to himself. The lights were all turned off. The furniture, though still somewhat present, was much less than last time. Not only that, but her car was gone too, yet the garage was still open.
"I wonder what happened?" he said. JD then opened his phone and went to the TeleYube app. He typed in Polly's Paradise into the search bar to see what his internet famous friend was up to these days.
But the last upload was dated from 8 months ago, which was very surreal, considering Polly's internet status.
"Shit, what happened to Polly?" he said, wondering where his transgender TeleYube friend had went.
JD turned his head to the direction of Love Lei Resort, debating on whether or not he wanted to confront another person.
"No." he said, proceeding to go the opposite way of the resort.
I've dealt with enough disgust for one day. The sun's setting too. I can do it another time...
He walked back to Kiko's place, as seeing Polly's house now abandoned gave him chills down his spine, as opposed to the liveliness of it when she made lunch for him and Ashley the year before. I sure hope she's alright...