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         She looked at the couple with awe written in her eyes. They were meant for eachother. The sense of happiness she even had when she was with them was sometimes too much to even stand.

         They caught her staring. Justin gave her a funky look, crossing his fingers and making an X. She smiled, sticking her tongue out at both of them.

         Britney purposely bumped her, causing both of them to burst into fits of giggles.

         Justin rolled his eyes and sighed aloud. "Girls these days." He groaned, taking his arm off Britney.

         Karmela grunted, which was sort of like those un-lady like grunts that only men did. "We're not girls." Justin gave her a weird look again. "We're women!" She corrected.

         Justin rolled his eyes again, groaning inwardly to himself. "Whatever," he gave in. "Let's get the hell out of here," he lowered his hat before continuing, "Before someone recognizes me."

         Britney punched him.

         "Oh, and Britney."

         Karmela frowned and wiped a fake tear coming down her face. "What about...me?" She asked sadly, carrying her big pink duffel bag.

         Justin only looked at her. The look where you get the feeling that nobody cared. The look that meant that you were a loser, he just didn't want say it to her face.

         She connected him by the arm. "Well, as a matter of fact Justin Randall Timberlake, I seem to be well known in Memphis and Orlando. I walk into a mall and everyone says 'Oh my God, you know Justin!' and so hmph."

         Britney smiled, sweetly. "You know me, which is ten times better than knowing this freak," she spoke, pointing over to him. "He's ugly anyways I don't know what girls see in him!" She laughed at herself, knowing the joke was pretty stupid.

         Karmela nodded. "Yeah, I totally agree with you Britney. Justin is nothing but a freaking egotistical bastard who can wipe my-" Her thoughts shifted into another direction.

         "Oh my God! Justin TIMBERLAKE?" A young teenager about thirteen ran up to them, excitedly. The girl was a redhead about five feet tall, with pretty gray eyes. She was wearing what you couldn't even call a shirt and a skirt that was less than five inches long.

         She laughed to herself. "Britney damn, what have you been teaching these kids? They dress like you." She spoke jokingly, patting her friend on the shoulder.

         Britney stared at her for a few seconds before speaking. "Girl, you know I look better."

          Her possy of friends followed, all with bright smiles on their faces. Smiles you knew would cause trouble.

         And they were almost out of the airport, too.

         "Justin! Justin!"

         Justin inwardly frowned. If they screamed any louder, all of Los Angeles would hear them. "Hey," he said quietly, hoping they would calm down.

         They didn't.

         "Can we get your autograph, Justin Timberlake!" they exclaimed, not really asking, just insisting. "We love you! You are so hot!"

         He smirked, pulling Britney closer. "Tell that to my baby," he somewhat joked to them.

         A few gave her dirty looks, but the red head just grinned. "Well, I love your music also! I happen to know a few guys who would love to get with you."

         Britney smiled, sweetly. "Aww, how sweet!" She exclaimed, pulling out of Justin's grasp.

         The red head looked over at Karmela, giving her a slight staredown. "And you are?" She questioned, a little too rude for her taste.

         Karmela stuck up her nose. "Karmela, you don't know who I am?" She looked insulted. "Where have you been, what music do you listen to, country?"

         The girl gave her a confused look, but one of her friends spoke up. "Actually, I think I've heard of your new song on the radio. You're so good!"

         Karmela almost bursted out laughing, but held it in because it was fun tricking naive people. "Yeah, well it's my new single. You'll hear a lot of me in the next few months! I worked with Puffy on my album, and you know him. He makes every CD worth while so you gotta buy it when it comes out!"

         Another brunette spoke, sweetly. "Oh isn't your song the one that goes 'Sugar sweet my sugar high sweetest love I can't deny. Lah lah lalalalalaaaa...."

         Both Justin and Britney almost busted up laughing this time. The girl had the worst voice in the world, but Karmela kicked them before they made her feel bad. She knew Jade Anderson sang that song, but she couldn't help it. "Yeah, that's my song alright! Do you guys like it?"

         The girls all nodded simultaneously. "Anyways, we don't want to bother you."

         Oh, but they already did. They could've been home by now. "No problem!" Karmela said, gritting her teeth.

         "But if we can have your guys autographs we can leave. Oh, and a picture with you guys, if you don't mind."

         Justin sighed, looking at the ten girls standing in front of him. But they were fans and made him who he was. "We don't mind one bit."

         They did their thing, giving autographs. Even Karmela. And they did what they said they would do, which was leave. After forty damn minutes.

         Britney shook her head, staring at Karmela. "I didn't know you sang." She said, grabbing a hold of Justin again.

         Karmela laughed. "I didn't know you did, either!" She smiled, jokingly. Britney slapped her hand which really didn't hurt too bad, only the fake nails which somehow dug into Karmela's skin from being so long.

         They finally arrived at the car. "Nice car," she said, somewhat afraid to touch it. It was like one of those dresses that you wore to those big award shows that were worth millions of dollars and you didn't want to ruin it. Or in her case, those shoes she bought at Payless that she didn't want to get dirty.

         "Yeah, I know," Justin bragged, pressing the unlock button on his keychain. "It's a beauty isn't it?" He continued, staring at his wonderful car.

         She continued looking at it thoughtfully. Like it could get any better. It was a Mercedes-Benz CL600. She opened the door, slowly. Okay, it did get better- way better. All of the seats had butt warmers which her butt wasn't very fond of. The interior was leather, and smelt like so much like a new car.

         "You like?" Justin questioned, conceitedly.

         "I love." She stated, simply. "How much?"

         "For it all?"

         "No, for 1/4 of it, Justin. What do you think?" She said with thick sarcasticness coming out.

         "Well the regular price for this car is 120,000." She gasped, amazed that someone would actually spend that much on a damn car. "But then I spent 200,000 cuz I got to get my baby all pretty and shit."

         "Damn, Justin. You never buy me shit."

         Justin turned around, smiling. "Ask for shit, I'll poop it out sweetheart."

         He was so corny.

         Britney rolled her eyes, turning around to face her. "Shit if this broke ass can't spend money on you, I will. You're my girl!"

         She was so sweet, sometimes it made her sick. How could someone that pretty, that famous, not be cocky as much as Justin was?

         "Aw, thanks!" She exclaimed before reaching up to turn the radio station to a different one. It wasn't really her type of music.

         Justin looked at her through the mirror, sending chills through her spine. "Don't you dare. You don't want to be dead. Or on the side of a road having to hitch a ride from a truck driver who will do God know's what to you."

         She pouted her lips, frustrated. "I don't like this music! You always get what you want, Justin. Spoiled brat. Your mom taught you better."

         He growled aloud, gripping the steering wheel with all he had. "Fine." She looked at him confused. "Fine! Change it go ahead, see what I care!"

         She smiled, inwardly to herself. He always gave in after she asked him about what his momma would think of him being mean. "Thanks, J!" She said sweetly, like nothing happened.

         Classical music. That's what she chose.

         "You've got to be kidding me." Justin glared, rudely. "I let you change the station, and this is what you let us listen to?"

         She mumbled different words, changing the station again. Tecano music. Music Justin and Britney both didn't understand, but luckily Karmela had the time to go to school and take Spanish one and two.

         Both Justin and Britney looked as if they were going to explode anytime soon.

         She changed it back to pop, what they were listening to before. Figures, one of NSYNC's songs were on. "Ooh, I hate this band. I heard the one with curly hair was gay!"

         Britney laughed, before realizing one thing: she was going out with him. "He's not gay, you should hear him in bed, Karm."

        Karmela covered her ears, shocked beyond belief. "Ew. Fuck both of you." She paused for a second, "Wait, don't fuck. At least not while I'm staying at your house."

         Britney giggled, raising her eyebrow. "Want to join sometime?" She asked, nicely.

         "No, that's quite alright."

         "Are you sure?" She persisted.

         "Brit, you're gross."

         "Only in bed."

         "Brit, stop."

         "Stop what? I just can't help it. It's so natural."

         "Gross. Shut up."

         "Oh if you think I'm loud now..."

         "Don't finish that sentence. Or else." She warned.

         They pulled up to the house. The big, big, big, did she mention big, big house. It was so romantically built. Ah, the roses everywhere were so pretty. Ooh, man did she feel lonely.

         "I love this house!" Karmela said, taking a deep breath out.

         Justin looked at her, weirdly. "You've seen this house before, Karm." She remembered how pretty it use to be. She always wanted to live in a house like that with her significant other. The man of her dreams. She remembered that it use to be so warm and comforting, so loveable.

         He unlocked the door, taking his time.

         She looked inside, gasping. Not a good gasp. It was so much different. She couldn't feel the love and the warmth she felt before. The walls were dark, the windows were close and there wasn't much light in the main room. The wall was painted from a peachy color to a dark marroon.

         Justin stared akwardly at her. "Are you okay?" He asked, worriedly.

         She gave him a comforting smile. "Fine, it's just changed."

         He looked down, and she could see a hint of sadness in his eyes. "Yeah it has, hasn't it?" He sighed, placing her pink duffel bag on the ground. "Well, take any room you want to." He whispered, looking around.

         She didn't mean to upset him. But it was the truth, and he even knew it.

         And that is where the whole thing started up. The first time she noticed something odd about their relationship. Something that they were definately hiding from her and the rest of the world. And she wanted to find out so bad.