| Head Over Feet |
| "Come on Lance, just give it a shot," he whispered. "Give *us* a shot. I promise you won't regret it." One quick kiss on the cheek and he was gone. I sighed and opened my eyes, sitting up in bed and wiping a hand over my face. Looking over my bed, I took in the sight of my open lap top, my trusty cell phone lying a mere foot away from my thigh, and papers scattered all over the place. My reading glasses were crooked on my face, and I took them off to rub my eyes. Too tired to do anymore work, I got up off the bed and went into the bathroom. Turning on the faucet, I splashed my face with cool water and looked at myself in the mirror. I couldn't help but wonder what he sees in me. Maybe it was the eyes. I batted my lashes and then stopped. I blinked. 'Did I just *bat* my eyelashes?' I wondered to myself. Lowering my head in shame, I chuckled and thanked the lord above that nobody had seen me. 'Damn you Justin. Why do you effect me the way that you do?' Smiling in the mirror, I knew exactly why. Because he's Justin. No explanation needed. ~*~ "What do you think of Justin?" I took a sip of my soda and watched as Joey paused a French fry halfway to his mouth. Letting his arm drop, he gave me an 'Are you crazy?' look. "What do you mean?" he asked. I shrugged and smiled at the waitress as she brought me another Dr. Pepper. Looking up at Joey, I found him still watching me and I blushed slightly, swirling my straw around in my drink and listening to the ice cubes clink together. "I mean, what do you think of him?" I asked. "You know, as a guy?" "As in, dating material?" I nodded. Joey dropped his French fry back onto his plate and leaned back in his chair, tipping his baseball cap up slightly with his thumb. I grinned because I loved when Joey got all philosophical. "I think Justin is great boyfriend material," he said, rubbing his chin. "He's a good kid. Hell, he's not even a kid anymore. He has good ideas, and he's smart, although he doesn't always act like it." Joey crunched on an ice cube, waving a fry in the air as he spoke. "He's an amazing dancer, he writes good, he's stubborn but strong, and good with kids." He ate the fry and grinned at me. "Basically Lance, he's you except good at sports." I growled and threw a French fry at him. He laughed and ate it, making me wrinkle my nose. As Joey finished his lunch, I thought about what he said. *Really* thought about it, and I have to say I was shocked when I realized he was right. As different as Justin and I are as people, we really do have a lot in common. I must have had a weird look on my face because before I knew it Joey was speaking again. "...and that's always a good thing." Snapping out of my trance, I looked at him and blinked. "Huh?" He rolled his eyes and threw a piece of bread at me, landing in my hair. "I said that Justin always treats you like some sort of God," he said. "He has you placed up on this golden pedestal, and that's not necessarily a bad thing. He treats you good. Like some sort of ... virginal princess and whatnot." He snorted. "You. Virginal. Yeah right." He didn't even see the ketchup coming until it smacked him in the face. ~*~ I groaned and rolled onto my stomach. When the ache in my head still refused to go away, I opened my eyes and stared at the bottle of Tylenol that sat about twenty feet away from where I refused to move. "So close," I whispered, "so very close." The tumbling of the tour bus wasn't helping much either, and I sighed when we hit a bump, my body lurching forward but otherwise not moving much at all. A wave of pain hit me again like a bolt of electricity, and I clenched my fists on the couch I was laying on and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to will the headache from hell to go bother a backstreet boy or something. I felt the couch sink near my legs, and then a warm hand slid underneath my shirt and started rubbing lazy circles on my back. I sighed and closed my eyes. "How was your day?" Justin asked, and I smiled because I loved our little talks. Even the simplest conversations were great, because it seemed like Justin could talk about the *weather* and I would still be interested. "It was okay," I said quietly, not wanting to provoke anymore pain. "I have a killer headache though. Feels like JC is tap dancing on my brain." Justin laughed, and I smiled. I felt him tug at the bottom of my shirt, and I knew what he wanted. Summing up all of the strength I had left in me just for him, just for Justin, I sat up with a loud groan and sat down on the floor with my back to the couch. I felt his legs go around me, and his thighs squeeze snugly against my shoulders. I felt safe. When his fingers began working their magic on my temples, I sighed softly and leaned back, my head immediately meeting his chest. I smiled when I felt a soft rumble come from his chest, and realized he was humming. Tuning in, I listened as he began to sing softly. "You've already won me over, in spite of me. Don't be alarmed if I fall, head over feet. And don't be surprised if I love you, for all that you are. I couldn't help it, it's all your fault." I smiled sleepily, my last conscious thought being that it wouldn't be so bad to fall for Justin. ~*~ I looked around my hotel room for my cell phone. The bus was leaving in twenty minutes, and I couldn't find my phone. I looked under the bed, in-between the sheets, in drawers, and on chairs. Still, I couldn't find it. I sighed as there was a knock on my door, and I smiled at Justin as he came in. "Hey," he grinned. "You ready?" "No. I can't find my phone," I whined. I stuck my lower lip out into a pout, and watched him chuckle. "Aww, poor Lance," he winked. "Come on, you go grab your stuff in the bathroom and I'll keep looking." I beamed at him and jogged into the bathroom, winking at him on the way by. I heard him rummaging through the room while I packed my things, and I had to smile. A few minutes later, when I emerged from the bathroom, I found him staring at something behind a chair. "Justin?" I asked. "You okay?" He nodded slowly. "Found your phone." I grinned happily. "Really? Yes! You rock! Where is it?" Justin pointed behind the chair. "Right there." I nodded. "Okay, can you grab it for me while I take these bags out into the hall?" He was silent for a few seconds before he nodded. "Yeah, okay. Sounds good." I smiled and grabbed my suitcase, lugging the damn heavy thing out into the hallway. A few seconds later, Justin came out into the hallway and handed me my phone. He shivered violently and I looked at him, worried. "Justin? You okay babe?" I caught my mistake and bit my lip, wondering how Justin would react to the nickname. Honestly, it had just slipped out. I was surprised at how natural it sounded, and wondered if Justin noticed. When he smiled at me, I knew somehow he did. "Nothing," he said. "There was a... a spider, on your phone." He shivered again and stuck out his tongue. "It was just sitting on it, and I had to shake it off to get your phone." He ran a hand over his arms and laughed nervously. "I keep thinking it's on me or something. Damn spiders." I laughed, punching his shoulder lightly. "Aww, poor Justin. Those spiders are pretty scary." Inside, I was beaming at the fact that he, Justin Timberlake, went near something he hates just to get me my phone. My kind of guy. He laughed dryly. "Haha," he grumbled. "See if I go near any spiders for *you* again." I grinned and leaned forward, kissing his cheek. "How's that?" He grinned crookedly and shot me an innocent look. "It was pretty big spider. Like, this big." He stretched out his arms as wide as they could go and I laughed. Stepping forward, I stood on my toes and brought my lips to his in a soft kiss. It was nothing like I expected it to be, but everything I wanted. He closed his eyes and leaned into me, prying my lips open with his own. I complied immediately, and shivered as his tongue glided over my bottom lip and then into my mouth. I leaned into the kiss a little more, enjoying the way he moaned softly, before pulling my head back. Flushed and breathing heavily, I gave him a crooked smile. He grinned at me and rubbed my arm softly. "Who needs room service when I can get lip service for free?" he whispered quietly. I laughed and gave him one more slow kiss, enjoying the way his body felt pressed against my own. ~*~ I was reading a book in my hotel room the next time he approached me. We had connecting rooms, surprise surprise, and I always left the door unlocked for him. I heard the door open and he sat down beside me, taking the book from my hands. He dog eared the page I was on and closed it, looking up at me with a smile. "Go out with me." I took my glasses off and rubbed my eyes, looking back up at him. He was still watching me, his eyes hopeful, and he looked a little pink. After a proposition like that, there was really only one logical answer. "Okay." He grinned and let out a long breath, and only then did I realize he had been holding his breath. I laughed as he tossed my book on the bed and stood up, extending out his hand for me. "Shall we?" he asked. I nodded, and took his hand. "Yes, we shall." I don't think I've ever had so much fun on a date in my entire life. We went out to dinner at a small restaurant in town, and Justin made an effort to open every door for me, no matter if I got there first or not. He listened to me ramble on and on over dinner, and when I stopped, he asked more questions. I was amazed at how he actually listened to every word I said, no matter how stupid or pointless it was. Why hadn't I noticed this sooner? After dinner we snuck into a movie. Sitting in the very back row with our classic baseball caps and shades on, I grabbed his hand and didn't let go until the film started. My eyes widened and I blushed deeply, yanking my hand away. "Traitor," I whispered, and I could hear him choking on his laughter, as well as his popcorn. "Oh come on baby," he grinned as the beginning scene of "On The Line" began playing, "it's a classic." I didn't let him touch me for the first twenty minutes of the movie, but after our hands met in the popcorn tub I figured we had both suffered enough. ~*~ Being the ultimate gentleman, Justin insisted on walking me back to my hotel room door. We smiled at each other and then kissed goodnight. His hand reached up to stroke my cheek as our lips moved together, and I sighed into his mouth, deepening the kiss. He pulled back first, and smiled at me. "Goodnight Lance," he whispered. "Night Justin," I said, "and thank you." He winked and kissed me again. "Anytime, and I mean that." But as he started to walk away, I panicked, grabbing his hand again and pulling him to me in another kiss. "I don't want you to go," I whispered, kissing up his neck and across his jaw. He sighed deep in his throat and arched his neck up. "Are you sure?" I nodded, only half sure as I pulled him into the room. When we fell onto the bed together with him on top of me, our chests pressed together, I was sure. The next morning, as I woke up early and watched him sleep, his body curled into mine, I was positive. When he opened his eyes and smiled at me, I knew I had fallen, head over feet. THE END |