| One Boy, One Girl |
| November 9th, 1998 Britney�s POV We�re all hanging out on the tour bus this morning, as we drive through� um� what state is it now? New Mexico I think, or Arizona, maybe its Texas? I�m having trouble remembering, we�ve been having shows about every night. We�re always traveling, either on a plane or on our busses. We�re waiting for the word from Johnny about today�s plans. Joey and Chris are sitting on the couch entranced by whatever game they�re playing on the Playstation. Lance is sitting at the table across from me eating a bowl of cereal, and I�m flipping through the latest issue of Teen People Magazine, keeping my eye open for pictures for any of the guys or myself� or Brad Pitt. It�s hard to read any of the articles with Joey and Chris hollering over the game and Justin clanking around in the kitchen looking for food. Someone�s cell phone rings, interrupting my vision of Brad and I attending the Grammys arm and arm. I reach for my purse on the table to check my phone. �Hello?� Justin says from behind me, holding his cell phone up to his ear and putting down the box of Lucky Charms. �Hey mamma.� His face lights up when he hears his mother�s voice. �Every things going great yea�. Yea� Of coarse I am�.� He lets out a small chuckle and rolls his eyes. Lance gets up and goes into the back room. �Yea� they�re good�. Yea she�s good too�. Mama her voice is amazing, and she�s an incredible dancer. She never misses a step and she�s always on key. Every one of her performances have been perfect, I don�t know how she does it. She was born for this business, I know she�s gonna be a bigger star then all of us�� He says and smiles proudly. �Yea the guys love her, I do too� Thank you� I will� Love you too� Bye mama.� He clicks the phone off and grabs the Lucky Charms box, a bowl, and a spoon as he walks over to the table. He stands in front of my side of the booth motioning for me to scoot over but instead I stand up and wrap my arms around his neck. He places the cereal box down on the table and pulls me in closer. �Everything okay?� He says and gently starts to rub my back. �Yea.� I say softly and take a step back. I guess he�s not aware of my eavesdropping on his phone call. I stare up into his beautiful blue eyes and all I want to do at this moment is kiss him. I have been having a hard time being so far away from my family, and adjusting to this new lifestyle. It�s a lot more work then I expected, it�s physically and mentally draining. This is my first tour and everyday is terrifying. What if I screw this up? Lose this opportunity? What if I choke on stage? Hearing Justin rave about me to his mother makes every fear and doubt I have just dissolve. Justin has reentered my life and become my best friend, to know that he thinks of me so highly means more then he could possible know. I must have been staring for too long because he has the sexist little smirk on his face. This makes me want to kiss him even more. My stomach starts to do flips flops and my heart starts racing. Justin slowly leans forward and places a gentle kiss on my cheek, inches away from my mouth. I can feel a smile immediately creep across my face. He hovers next to my mouth then pulls back slightly, as if he were debating whether or not to do it, before brushing his lips against mine. My eyes flutter close and my hands reach for his torso. He brings his hand up and brushes the hair out of my face before cupping it. We reluctantly pull away breathing heavily. �That first kiss, the one on the cheek, was from my mom� but the second one was from me.� He says. I smile shyly. We quickly glance around the bus. The guys didn�t notice a thing, they�re still nosily playing Playstation in the front room, and I hear the water running, Lance must be in the shower. We both take our seats at the table, he eats dry Lucky Charms and I finish reading the magazine, although it is not Brad Pitt that occupies my thoughts now. I try to play it cool, pretend like what just happened didn�t make my head spin. I comment on something about Sarah Michelle Geller, and he starts talking about �I Know What You Did Last Summer�. The uncomfortable silence is broken, we continue to chat and laugh idly about random stuff for the next hour or so until we have to get ready for a signing at Tower Records. � Justin�s POV The guys are, for the most part, dressed and ready, Lance is tying his shoes, J.C. is putting the finishing touches up on his hair, Joey is clasping his bling bling Superman necklace, and Chris is cleaning his sunglasses. I, on the other hand, am still walking around the tour bus in a wife beater and no shoes. J.C. glances at me through the mirror he is primping in. �J, you better get ready! We have to be there in 20 minutes.� He glares at me through the mirror. �I�m still deciding on a shirt�� I say casually. �That blue one hanging on your closet door is fine.� He wines. �Eh, it�s okay.� I shrug and continue to sift through my closet. I make my way to the front of the tour bus and see Britney digging through the couch. �Hey!� I yell. She jumps and turns around to glare at me �God, don�t scare me like that!� She says and I start laughing. �I was looking all over for this.� She holds up the small diamond earring in her hand. �It was in your couch.� She says and pokes me in the ribs. I grab her hand and she starts tickling me with the other one. I try to swat away her hands but I�m laughing too hard. Finally I retaliate and start to tickle her sides, she hunches over and starts laughing. She turns away from me and I reach around her waste to get a better tickling angle. She elbows me in the stomach playfully. �I hate to break up this teeny bopper love-fest but we have to leave in�.oh about, 5 seconds and J, you aren�t even dressed.� Johnny stands over us with one eyebrow raised. �Alright, Alright.� I let go of Britney, who shoves me anyway. I get dressed and we leave for the signing. It�s fun, the fans are cool, some are a little scary. The ones that break out into tears as soon as they see us, or propose marriage, or yell death threats at Britney. I want to put my arm around her but I think that really wouldn�t help the situation. We take pictures, and sign things, there are some interviewers outside, we answer a few questions then head back to our busses. We hang out there for a little while, I can tell something�s bothering Britney but I figure it was just those weirdo fans. I hope it wasn�t the kiss. She didn�t seem to protest she smiled even. Smiling is good. I don�t want to ask her about it now because I know the guys and I have to leave to do a TV spot for a NFL thing in a few minutes. I�m excited, It should be really fun, we get to meet the Cowboys! � Later. �I can�t believe we met Troy Aikman!� I say giddily to Joey as our bus stops. It�s dark out, about 7pm. We just got back from hanging out with the Dallas Cowboys, it was so cool. �Just one of the many perks of being pop royalty mah boy.� Joey says nonchalantly in a British accent. �You guys need to use the restroom? Britney�s bus is behind us and we�re ready to leave.� �Yea I do!� Chris speaks up. �Me too.� Lance follows him out of the bus. �I�m gonna go see if Brit wants to hop on our bus for a bit.� I say as I stand up. I can�t wait to tell her about my encounter with Troy, and the autographed ball I got. I lightly tap on the door of her tour bus, shuffling my feet nervously. I always seem to get excited when I�m about to see her, whether its been 2 hours or 2 years since we last spoke I always get butterflies in my stomach. When no one answers, I tap once more a little louder, I wait outside in the cold for less than a minute. �Brit?� I say. Maybe she�s not there� but where would she be� Is she okay? Where�s Fe? I turn around, about to leave to find Rob or Johnny and see where Britney is when I hear someone sniffle. I furrow my eyebrows. I hesitantly move back to the door of the bus and turn the handle, the door opens. I step inside, it�s dark and I stumble on a chair leg. �Brit?� I say cautiously, scared that she�s hurt or something�s wrong. �Yea.� I hear her quiet voice from up in the bunk above the living room area. �Hey, it�s me. Are you okay? Is everything alright?� I ask anxiously as I move over to the latter leading up to the bunk. �I�m fine�� �Brit� What�s wrong?� I�m not buying it. �I�m just homesick is all.� She chokes out in-between sobs. My heart breaks, this is her first tour, of coarse she�s gonna get homesick, why didn�t I think about this before. �Aw, hey. It�s gonna be okay Sweetie.� I say as I slowly climb up the latter until were looking at each other eye to eye. She�s lying down and I�m standing on the latter. �I know� Lordy I feel like such a cry baby.� She says as she gives me a half smile and quickly wipes away her tears. �Everyone gets homesick, during our first tour I was a mess. I missed my family like crazy, but it gets easier. I had the guys to talk to, they were all home sick too, and we�ve become like family over the years.� She nods as a few more tears roll down her cheek. �And you have me.� I move my hand over hers. �You know that right, you can talk to me whenever you want about anything.� �Thanks, J, that means a lot.� She says as she looks down at our hands. I gaze at her for a few seconds, watching her laying there holding my hand. I bite my bottom lip, wondering what I can do to comfort her. I decide she probably just needs some rest. �Well, I�m sure your exhausted. I can leave if you want to go to sle-� I say before I�m cut off. �No.� She says a little too quickly. �I mean� Can you stay? Fe went out with some friends� I don�t want to be alone and�� She trails off. Her eyes are pleading with me, how can I say no? Why would I want to? �Of coarse.� I nod. She tugs on my hand and scoots over making room for me next to her. I climb up lay on my back. There is no room to put my arm so I drape it around her. She wraps her arms around my waist and buries her head into my chest. I reach over to the blanket behind her and pull it over us. I gently rub her back and kiss the top of her head. She closes her eyes, snuggling into me. I can hear her breathing return to normal as she relaxes and drifts off to sleep. �Night Brit.� I whisper. Soon after, her kiwi melon shampoo lulls me to sleep as well. |
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