| Prologue Justin Timberlake was Karmela Thompson�s best friend. He had Dirty blonde hair, sea-blue eyes, was muscular and tall. Did we fail to mention he is one of the most respected men in this whole world? He was now a solo artist, branching off from the band *NSYNC. So he also had the likes of being popular, having an amazing voice, being handsome as hell, and having twenty million girls around the world having extremely weird desires of wanting to grope him in all the places he had. Now onto Britney Spears. A well-rounded individual. She had the beauty of ten pretty girls combined. She was blonde (originally a brunette) with pouty lips that any sane man would want to kiss. She was also a great dancer, a good singer, and had fans everywhere in this world possible. She let on a sweet, innocent glow to her that wanted the public only wanting more. She gave everyone the reassurance that everything down on this planet could still somehow be perfect, just like her. Then there was Karmela Thompson. Opposite of all the above. Your average brunette kind of girl. Nothing spectacular, although maybe once in awhile she could make a man�s eyebrow twitch upwards or his hand �accidentally� hitting her butt. Her personality was awesome. She was artistic, sweet, polite, and could make a dead man laugh his head off. Her piercing green eyes were almost damned to be contacts at first glance, but if you stared way down into her soul, maybe (and just maybe) there was a tiny hint she was telling the truth when she said they were real. Last but not least, there was Lynn. Karmela�s mother died when she was still a child. She didn�t even remember her mother�s face, but always use to gaze at pictures of her for hours. Lynn always dreamed of having a daughter. The daughter she dreamed of died at birth and she couldn�t even imagine how it felt for Karmela to loose her mom. That�s the reason why she took her in as her own. That�s the reason that she taught Karmela all there was to be a girl (yes, shopping included). If she didn�t meet Justin Timberlake before all the fame: yes, before his solo career, before *NSYNC, before even living in Orlando, she knew he wouldn�t even give her a second glance. But that didn�t matter to her. She believed things happened for a reason (or it�s just God�s sick pleasure) and that�s why she did meet him growing up. That�s also why he moved to Orlando to pursue a career, leaving her in Memphis, Tennessee with, well, nothing at all. Things have changed now. Justin Timberlake is now not in the band. He�s not even with Britney anymore. Karmela always thought they were the perfect couple for each other. Justin didn�t exactly tell her the details of the tear- jerking breakup, he didn�t tell her much. All she knew was from herself being a nosey kind of person, and reading it in the tabloids, hearing it from the grapevine, and searching the internet. It didn�t hurt that Justin never told her about it. He never really was a person that liked to share details. All Karmela was hurt by was the face that she had to see that he was in pain. Life goes on, and slowly by slowly, he was picking up all the pieces of his heart that Britney broke. The story was never ending, like some kind of sick soap opera. Both Britney and Justin still talked about it to the press, trying to make themselves look better than the other. They both still said that they loved each other, and she wasn�t quite sure if either meant it. But their relationship was so beautiful, even if they were apart now. And slowly by slowly, Justin decided to speak out to Karmela, to confide in her. She truly was special. It wasn�t like because Justin Timberlake was sharing the most intimate details with her that she was special, it was her Justin letting her in on a little secret, just as they always did when they were younger. |