Vanessa's Point of View
"Are you OK?"
I was vaguely aware of a voice talking to me. It sounded familiar, yet surreal. I opened one eye slightly and focused on the man bending over me. It was... Justin Timberlake!?
Jumping to my feet, I flinched as pain stabbed through my throbbing head. "Wha-what-what the hell happened?"
"Well, Chris was kinda rollerblading in the halls again, and he collided with you when you stepped out of the elevator... I'm Justin." He informed me, extending his hand.
"I know who you are," I replied, in complete shock. To my surprise, I sounded strangely calm and collected, yet in my mind, a million thoughts were running through my head. Oh my God. Justin Timberlake is standing RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. Oh my God. Oh my God. OH MY GOD.
"Are you a fan?" Justin inquired. "Which room are you staying in?"
"Actually, I sorta followed your tourbus," I admitted sheepishly. "I bought three shirts at your concert, and I'm pretty broke, so I was just planning on looking for some cheap motel along the freeway."
Justin let out a chuckle. "I figured you weren't staying here, because you got off on the wrong floor. This whole floor is reserved for us. But, well, because your head probably hurts, I guess you could stay in one of these rooms. We won�t be using all of the, and it won�t cost you anything.
�As an apology, of course.� He added quickly, a slight hint of crimson creeping up his cheeks.
I stared at him, speechless. My lips were immobile. He must have noticed that I looked a little strange and perceived it the wrong way, because he looked disappointed and said, "I hope you can stay, because I've had a hectic schedule with touring and all, and I really haven't been able to have a normal conversation anyone other than Joey, Chris, Lance, and Josh. And they get annoying as hell after a while.�
"Sure... I guess I could, then.�
"Great! He replied excitedly. Me and the guys have the next three days off from touring and interviews, so we can hang out and stuff. Maybe you could stay for a few days extra..." He said hopefully with a puppy dog face. Who could possibly resist that? He resembled a sad little boy looking for a friend. I giggled at the thought.
�What�s so funny?�
�Oh, nothing. But I have a question. Where the hell did Chris go? How long was I unconscious for?�
"Only about five minutes. When Chris ran into you, He had a little accident, too." Justin told me, snickering.
"Really? What happened?�
"After you passed out and he knew you were ok, he started laughing, and he... he..."
By now, Justin was cracking up so hard that tears were running down his beautiful cheeks.
"HE PEED IN HIS PANTS!!!"
For the second time that night, I fell to the floor, completely engulfed in laughter. I was no longer aware of my headache. Justin soon joined me, and we both lied there like six-year-olds, giggling our hearts out. The next thing I knew, he was on top of me, staring down at me with a hard-to-describe _expression on his cherubic face.
"I'm really glad you can stay," he said softly.
"Me too." I looked up at his flawless features and felt my heart melt.
Suddenly, he leaned down and kissed me.
I pulled away, surprised. �What are you-�
He silenced me with another.
It was electric; magical in every possible way. Our bodies fit together almostperfectly, and we stayed in that same position for a long time in the middle of that hotel hallway, just staring at each other. It seemed as though we were both scared to say something, in fear that the unexpected moment would end.
Finally, we stood up, brushing off our wrinkled clothes.
"Wow." Justin breathed, grinning. "Wow."
And I completely agreed with him.