| One Boy, One Girl |
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| November 20th, 1998 Hotel somewhere on the west coast. Britney�s POV �Doodle much Brit?� JC says and looks up at me from my desk across the room. �Wha�?� I start to say as I move over to him from the counter where I�m standing. �Or should I say�� He pauses and looks back down to the notebook in his hand, �Mrs. Timberlake? Or Britney Jean Timberlake? Or Mrs. Justin Timberlake, or Britney Spears-Timberlake? Which ever you prefer�� He says and stifles his laughter with a grin. I can instantly feel the blood rush to my cheeks and my heart starts pounding. How could I have left that out? He probably thinks I�m a freak. What if he tells Justin? Oh my god, what if he tells Justin� �JC! Give that back!� I try to stay calm and run over to him, pulling the mini notebook from his hands. �Geeze, okay, okay Brit. You don�t gotta rip my arms outta my sockets�� He mumbles. �You can�t say anything about this!� I say, staring JC in the eyes. �About what?� I hear a voice from the corner of the room. I whip around and see Justin carefully selecting an apple out of the fruit basket on the white counter top. �N� Nothing. Never mind.� I say, quickly trying to hide to notebook behind my back. �Aww, come on Brit. You can tell me.� He sets the apple down on the counter and slowly starts to walk over to me. �No. Justin, it�s nothing.� I slowly start to back away from him. �She�s right, J, it�s nothing.� JC nods and smiles very unconvincingly. �Well if it�s nothing, then what�s that behind your back.� A small smile creeps across his face. It terrifies me, he�s going to see my stupid, immature, girlie scribbles, and he�s gonna think I�m like obsessed with him, which I kinda am, and he�s going to dump me. �C�mon, I wanna see.� �No, you really don�t.� My eyes widen. He reaches for the notebook; he�s going to see it� he�s going to freak. �Please, it�s nothing, really.� I say, starting to panic with heavy breaths. His smile fades when he sees my uneasiness. I look into his eyes, and can tell he�s a little hurt that I�m keeping something from him. He leans forward and pauses. I have no idea what he�s going to do. �Okay.� He says simply and smiles. Then moves his face a bit closer and gently touches his lips to mine. We pull away and I let out a sigh of relief and lean my head against his chest. He places a soft kiss on my temple and I smile into his shirt. We hear a loud munching sound and I pull my head up from Justin�s chest as he turns around to watch JC at the counter. �Hey! That�s my apple fool!� Justin shouts. �Shnoos ya loosh�� JC mumbles with a mouth full of apple. �Honey we�re home.� Joey�s voice booms through the bus as he, Lance, and Chris join us in the room. �Lets get that popcorn popped so we can get this party started.� Chris says as he sets the plastic bag down on the table and proceeds to remove the box of popcorn. I take this time to properly hide my notebook in the desk drawer. �What movies did ya get?� Justin says and walks over to where Chris set the bag down. �Um� Steven King�s �It�, �The Exorcist�, �Friday the 13th�, �Nightmare on Elmstreet� and �The Texas Chainsaw Massacre�.� Lance says. My stomach tightens up. �Lordy.� I mumble. Did they specifically try to find the scariest movies at Blockbuster? �These are the scariest movies ever!� Joey says and grabs a bowl of chips and walks over to the big screen. Ugh. They must know how much I hate scary movies and be doing this to torture me. I hate scary movies because they give me nightmares. After watching them they haunt both me and my dreams, that is, if I ever actually get to sleep. Once, when I was little, my dad and brother were watching Jurassic Park in the living room. I heard the dinosaurs roaring from my room and came to see what it was. When I saw what they were watching, I ran up the stairs back into my room and hid under the covers with a flashlight all night. In MMC I used to hate late night rehearsals at the huge, empty MGM studio. I�d be scared of the dark shadowy places on our set. I thought an evil witch or monster was probably hiding there waiting to pounce on me I look around at the guys. �Well, I�m beat� I think I�ll hit the sack�� I say and try to casually sneak away. �Since when do you get tired at 6:30?� Justin asks. �Since y�all decided scaring yourself half to death is a pleasurable way to spend the evening.� Justin flashes me a crooked smile. �Aww, is bitty Britty still scared of scary movies?� JC teases. �Shut up and I am not!� I lie and cross my arms across my chest. The guys all move over to the big screen as Lance pops in the movie. �Good. Then c�mon, the movie is about to start.� Justin says and gently guides me over to the couch. I take a seat next to him, leaning against the arm of the couch, and hug the pillow. Justin knows I�m the biggest scaredy cat on the planet, I guess he assumes I got over my fears in the past 4 years, like a normal person would. He�s wrong. We watch the exorcist first, the guys are staring at the screen wide eyed, eagerly awaiting the next horrifying image, laughing when that psycho little girl spits out pea soup or yells obscenities. I�m cowering in the corner of a couch, shaking and jerking with every boom echoing from the surround sound. I try not to watch, close my eyes or concentrate on Justin, who was oblivious to my suffering, he�s busy gaping at the screen. I turn my attention back to the movie, things have settled down. About halfway through the movie, something startles me and I let out a yelp and cover my face with the pillow. The guys burst into laughter. I�m such a wuss. Justin scoots over on the couch next to me and places his hand on my arm, which is tightly clinging to the pillow, I jump at his touch. �Scaredy cat.� He mumbles into my ear and gently wraps his arm around me. I situate my self next to him so that I can hide in the crook of his arm and wrap my arms around his chest. Every time I hear screams I tense up, I can�t shake that freaky little girl�s face from my mind. Justin slowly runs his hand up and down my back, tracing the small area of exposed skin where my shirt ends. I start to relax and finally breathe. Once in a while I look up at Justin, he�s grinning, his gaze locked on the television, somehow he�s completely enjoying this torturous devil movie that will have me up all night paranoid. I start to watch a little bit of the movie, the parts without the little girl. But I figure it�s just as scary to watch the boring parts of the movie in anticipation of the scary parts, as it is to watch the scary parts. I may as well try to go to some sleep now, while Justin is here, otherwise I may never get to sleep. I shift around and lean my head into the crook of his neck, hugging� his body close. I block out the screams emitting from the TV and slowly start to drift asleep when all of a sudden Justin jerks and starts panting. I move back and look at him. He�s shaking. A small smile spreads across my face, �Who�s the scaredy cat now?� �Yea! Beeeeeeyotch!� Chris jokes. �Shut up!� He yells at Chris. �I think I�m scarred for life�� He mumbles, staring wide-eyed at the screen. He's so dramatic. �Aw�� I run my hand through his hair. �Poor ba-� The girl screams and I scream once again and everyone laughs, except Justin. He jumps off the couch and grabs my hand, yanking me up with him. I guess he couldn�t take it either. He stops at the counter and grabs a DVD from a different plastic bag and hands it to me. I look at the cover. �Pretty Woman!� I squeal and wrap my arms around his neck. �You bought it for me.� My smile grows wide as he drags me into the bedroom. We lay down on the king-size and start the movie. I look at him next to me and crawl closer, resting my head on his chest under his chin. He kisses the top of my head and draws circles on my back. �This is much better," I sigh, "this is perfect.� I say as I run my fingers up and down his stomach. �Hmmm. Mmm.� He agrees. These are the moments you never forget, these are the moments you tell your children about. I�m falling for him, head over heals. I know I�m going to spend the rest of my life with him. I know he�s the one. He�s always been the one. |