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| Follow the flowers... Justin stared at the note in his hand, the flowly and most definitally female handwriting causing him to wonder who the note could possible be from. Definitally not his girlfriend, considering that he didn�t even have one at the time. Maybe it was just Chris, playing one of his many tricks on his youngest friend. Then again Chris� handwriting could never look this...girly. Justin shook his head and continued to look down at the small slip of paper, hoping to get some small idea of who could have possibly left it there in the studio for him to find. After a few seonds and still no ideas, he shrugged. He decided that he would do as the note said and �follow the flowers�. He looked around him, not seeing any flowers in sight. There wasn�t much to the studio where he was at. Just inside in the glassed in room microphones hung from the ceiling, and a music stand stood in the center of the room. Outside the recording room, where Jusitn himself was standing, there was only two rolling chairs for the producers and an overstuffed couch. Justin had found the note laying on the couch, his name written on the outside. He looked around himself once more. Nope, no flowers anywhere. He shrugged before turning around and making his way to the door that would lead him out of the studio and untimitally out of the building. he quickly opened the door and his eyes levetated to the ground. Alternating red and white roses marked a path down the hall and around the corner. He furrowed his brow. Those flowers weren�t there when he had come in only five minutes ago. He began to follow. It didn�t take him long to come to the end of the trail. The flowers had taken him around the building once and then to his own car. Now he stood in front of the red Mercades, peering in it�s windows at the next letter that lay on the seat. He frowned. But how did it get in there? He knew for a fact the he had locked the car doors as he always did. Perhaps he had forgotten to lock the doors that day? He looked around him once for any one person before opening the door to retreive his next letter. He flipped it open and there was the same flowly, femanine cursive as before. Follow the red baloons... At the bottom of this letter was a deep red lipstick kiss. �What the heck is going on?� Justin muttered to himself, a smile forming on his face. He would get to the bottom of this. He looked around the parking lot, his eyes finally resting on a red hellium baloon tied securly to a mailbox across the street. Without wasting time he hopped into his car and started the engine. Soon he was driving down the road, his eyes looking more eagerly then they should have for the red beacons. After following the baloons for little more then twenty minutes he found himself pulling into the parking lot of a cheep motel. �What the hell am I doing here?� Justin questioned himself as he stared at the row of doors in front of him. A voice in the back of his head awnsered. �Who the heck cares!� A small piece of white paper taped to a door on the far right caught his attention and he left his car. Come in... Justin debated with himself for a moment. Should he really go in? What the hell. He entered the dimly lit room. It seemed everywhere he looked there where candles. Soft, romantic music played from a small sterio in the far corner. Jusitn allowed his eyes to adjust to the dimmer lighting for a moment. Movement on the bed caught his attention and he took a step closer. �I�ve been waiting for you, Juju.� A soft female voice cooed. Justin took another step, not being able to stop the smile that twitched it�s way onto his lips. He took one more step forward and stoped in terror. Britney Spears. Nothing covering her except bedsheets. Justin let out a blood curddling scream. (*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*)*(*) �Yo! Curly, wake up!� Chris shook his younger friend on the shoulder as he thrashed in the hotel bed. �Justin! Wake up!� Justin sat up in the bed in a start, his eyes wide. �Man, what were you screaming about?� Lance asked, peering at him over Chris� shoulder with tired green eyes. �You were screaming in your sleep like the devil was after you.� �It was horrible!� Jusitn groaned as he flopped back into the bed, rubbing his eyes. �What a nightmare!� �Well, do you wanna talk about it?� Chris asked as he yawned. Justin quickly shook his head no and shuddered. �Fine then. I�m going back to bed.� Chris yawned again and turned around to leave. �Try and get some more sleep Justin.� �Night Timberlake.� Lance let out a yawn as he to turned to leave. Soon Justin was left alone again, his eyes wide as he stared at the ceiling. Great. How was he suppost to sleep now? |
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