| One Boy, One Girl |
| November 16th, 1998 Justin�s POV �Where were you last night J?� Lance asks curiously. �Out.� I say and continue to ruffle through the shoes scattered out on the floor of our hotel bedroom. I�m looking for the one that matches the white Nike I hold in my hand. �With�� He says and leans over the bed, picking up the shoe I�m looking for. I grab it and sit on the bed so I can lace up my sneakers. �Britney.� I say and don�t even try to hide the smile on my face. �So you gave her the-� He says excitedly. �Yep.� I interrupt. �I�m happy for you man, I can tell she totally digs you! It�s about time you finally got yourself a girl�.� I smile to myself. �So how�d you ask her?� He says as he grabs a jacket off the nearby chair. �Ask her what?� I stop tying to look up at him. His face falls. �You mean you didn�t ask her out?� Then it hits me like a ton of bricks. I didn�t ask her out� �Well� I uh�� I mumble. �Well you what? Is she your girlfriend or not?� My eyes grow wide. �Well I mean, I thought the ring sorta implied that�� �You can�t imply anything when it comes to girls. Don�t assume anything. Relationships have to be cut and dry, if you didn�t ask her straight out, then she didn�t say yes, and you aren�t exclusive.� �But the ring...� �The ring? No. You have to ask her.� Ugh. I fall back onto the bed. �Why didn�t you tell me this before�� I grumble. �Well I just assumed throughout the entire night, somewhere along the line you would have asked her, I thought that was the whole point.� �It was� Damn�� I run my hands over my face. �Well, you�ll ask her today then. It�s no biggie. You know she�s into you, so there�s no fear of rejection.� Lance says before he throws me a black sweatshirt and walks out of the room. �Yea no fear...� I try to convince my self before following behind Lance. � Britney�s POV Today will be my first ever appearance on TRL. I�m a little nervous but it helps to know the guys will be there. Jamie Lynn is still sound asleep in her room as momma and I sit on the couch watching The Early Show and eating yogurt. �What�s that?� She cocks her head to the side and takes my hand in hers. I can feel my stomach tighten a bit when I see what she�s referring to. Justin�s promise ring, our promise ring. �A ring.� I know that wont satisfy her, but I might as well give it a shot. �I can see that. It�s very pretty. Where did you get it?� She smiles at me, studying the gold band. I take a deep breath. I don�t know how she�ll react. �Justin�� I say slowly. �Justin?� It�s hard to read her expression. I nod. �I didn�t know you two were serious.� I can tell she�s trying to be cool with this. �Were not.� I say a little too quickly. �It�s just a promise ring.� �A promise ring? Didn�t you just break up with Reg a few weeks ago? ��not that I�m complaining about that. I always said that boy wa-� �Momma�� I mumble. I take a deep breath, kicking Reg out of my head. �Justin and I are officially only friends.� �And unofficially?� She raises her eyebrows, �Brit that boy has been head over heals for you ever since MMC, there is no way he can only want to be your friend.� I can feel my cheeks start to heat up as a smile tugs at my lips. �Well� he did kiss me.�.twice.� I say quietly. �Mmm, hmmm. I knew it.� I sense a bit of disapproval in her voice. �Mama. He�s sweet, and he�s so good to me. He's smart and funny and treats me how I deserve to be treated.� �Well as long as he makes you happy. I know he�s a southern gentleman and has been brought up right.� She says and smiles at me. I nod my head. �So�. What kind of kiss was it.� �It was� the perfect kind.� I smile to my self as I remember the kiss. My mom is grinning at me when I look up at her. �Sounds like it.� � 2:30 pm Justin�s POV �Chris, next time you need some candy, just let me know. I�ll lend you the change if it�ll insure the safety of all 10 of my daughter�s fingers.� Lynne says and smirks at him before walking over to Britney. �You little snitch!� Chris mutters angrily under his breath at me after Lynne is out of earshot. I laugh out loud. �I wasn�t me man.� I say and slap him on the back. TRL starts at 3pm. The guys, Britney, and I have just reached the hotel lobby, waiting for Johnny and the car. Lynne gives Britney a quick peck on the cheek, and wishes us all good luck, before she steps into the elevator. Lonnie and a few other bodyguards escort us outside to wait for our ride under the hotel�s little tarp, as it is raining and absolutely freezing out. Lonnie gets on his walkie-talkie thing. I guess there is a ton of traffic in the hotel�s parking lot� whatever. It better hurry up before we all turn to pop-Popsicles. We all move together and huddle in a little pack trying to keep warm. We get the word that our car is at the street so we scurry out into the rain and wait at the curb, but it�s not there. We turn to run back to our sheltered tarp area but Lonnie insists the car is there somewhere, so we wait while he looks around in the crowd of cars in front of us. Next to a very impatient JC stands Britney, who is in front of me, with her arms crossed across her chest, shivering as small icy drops of rain drizzle down on us. Lance reaches over quickly and rubs her shoulder giving her a sympathetic smile. It�s then that I notice what she�s wearing. A pair of black, low rising, bellbottom jeans and a small baby blue tank top that exposes most of her stomach. I quickly remove my zip up black hoodie and wrap it around her from the back. She looks back at me unclenches her arms so that I can slide on the sweatshirt over them. I flip up the hood up over her head and she grabs my hands and wraps both of our arms around her waste. I can feel her shivering against me, and I burrow my face into the crook of her neck in attempt to keep my pink nose warm. Our oversized black suburban finally pulls up in front of us, we all pile in, and head for the TRL studio in Times Square. � �We�ve got a pop packed show today, with not 5, but 6 special guests� Please welcome Britney Spears and Nsync!� Carson announces and holds his arm out motioning to us. We walk on stage as people in the audience scream, Joey, Chris and I walk up to the glass windows to look out at the crowd below us who are waving various Nsync and Britney signs in the air. After the crowd settles down Carson asks us about our new single, the holiday album, about the tour. He asks Britney what it�s like to be on tour with us, how it feels to have her single bouncing around the top spot. I can tell she�s a little nervous but no one else can, she seems completely confident and at ease. She�s sweet, and funny, and charming, and just� herself. �So, Britney, are their any love connections between you and any of these Nsyncers?� Carson asks coolly as all the cameras shift to Britney. I see her tense up, a little unsure how to answer, and afraid to look at me. �Um� No. These guys are all just like� brothers.� She says and plasters a fake grin on her face. My heart sinks a little with her words. I know that is the only way she could have answered, she did a good job. But I can�t help wonder if she actually feels that way. I mean, she�s not actually my girlfriend� yet. After TRL we went straight to the stadium. When Britney first hits the stage there are the usual amount of scattered boos herd throughout the crowd. They come from the mouths of the very extreme Nsync fans. We know it�s mostly out of jealously, but it still gets to Britney. Other then that, the show goes great, and Britney is great, as always. � Britney�s POV After the show, when we get back to the hotel, we�re all beat. Mama and JL are flying back home tomorrow morning and we�re flying to Boston for an evening show. Then we�re heading west to Chicago hitting numerous venues in rout to California. �Hey Brit. Can I talk to you for a sec?� I turn around before touching the doorknob to my room to find Justin fidgeting with the zipper on his jacket. �Sure.� I say with a smile and move a little closer to him. �Well okay. I know I gave you that ring, but um�� He stands there looking at the ground, shifting his feet nervously. My heart skips as he searches for the words. He wants his ring back, he�s just realized what a complete dork I am and he wants it back, I know it. �I think I may have left things a little� gray. I think I made my feelings for you obvious but I wasn�t sure if� well� Do you think� Are we�� He takes a deep breath and speaks each word slowly, making sure he doesn�t start babbling again. �Britney, will you go out with me? As in, be my� girlfriend?� My hearts skips again, but for different reasons. He looks scared, how could he possibly think I�d say no. I smile and lean into him. �I�.would�� My smile grows wider as I see the impatience in his eyes. I�m so bad. �love to.� �Yea?� He finally smiles in relief. �Yea.� I say softly. �Well� I uh think we should hug on this?� �Hugs are good.� I say and step forward wrapping my arms around his neck. He slides his hands around my waste. �But these�� I whisper into his ear and slowly move my lips along his cheek, I tilt my head back and capture his lips in a sweet kiss. We pull away and his eyes are still closed. ��these are so much better.� The look of amusement on his face causes a small giggle to escape my throat. �That is so true.� He smiles and leans his forehead against mine. I pull him in close and rest my cheek against his shoulder. He presses on the small of my back and nuzzles into my hair. �Well� boyfriend,� I say and smile at the sound of it, �I will see you tomorrow bright and early.� �You bet.� He says and watches me step inside my suite and close the door. I lay in my bed completely exhausted, yet utterly awake. Every muscle in my body aches, I should be passed out by now. Justin has left my mind racing, I can�t stop thinking about him, about us. This is the first time in my life that I can picture a future for myself that includes something other than my career, I still see all that, but now I see him also. I�m not quick to let people in, but with Justin it�s different, I feel I could actually fall in love, which is something I�ve always dreamed about, but never thought could actually happen to me. Every moment with him is spontaneous, and terrifying, he makes me feel vulnerable, and nervous, but at the same time completely safe and cared for, like nothing can touch me. He gives me those butterflies that you only hear about in movies. Just being in his presence send chills through my body, he makes my heart beat faster and slower at the same time, I completely melt under his touch. And no matter how horrible a day I�m having, whether I�ve just been dumped by a complete asshole, or I�m booed off the stage, or I�m homesick, looking into his eyes makes it all go away. He makes me feel like we�re the only two people in the room, like nothing else matters but us, he�s special and when he looks at me I feel special. |
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