After dropping her niece off at her sister's house, Liz drove home, blasting Dave Matthews Band the whole way. She was for some reason, absolutely elated. She could care less that Justin was a famous popstar. But just the fact that SHE, little ol Elizabeth Meyers had a relationship with the one guy every other girl her age was drooling over...
...well, it made her feel empowered.
And man, if he wasn't so cute, with his short blonde curls and big blue eyes. And that smile. Yeah, it was big and bright, but it was one of those infectious types of smiles. She was smiling just thinking about it.
She quietly walked up the steps as to not to wake her sleeping parents. It was going on 12:30 and she didn't want to wake them up and get yelled at.
She tiptoed into her room and sighed, shutting the door. She didn't want to get teenybopperish or girlie, but she felt giddy. That day had been a wonderful day.
She pulled off her shoes and took off her sweater and threw it casually on the floor. On instinct she turned her computer on.
After changing into her pjs and pulling back the covers on her sloppily made bed, she plopped down in her computer chair and signed on AOL.
When she signed on she didn't even look at her buddy list but just clicked on her mailbox.
She giggled and opened up her mail.
Subj: GUESS WHO I MET TODAY?!?
Date: 4/17/1999 12:09 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From: CurlyJay23
To: DMBluvr81
I met this hot chick today. Her name was Liz, what a coincidence. She was funny and sweet..lol I'm putting the moves on Lizzie.
I just thought I would email you because, well, I couldn't sleep.
I'm bored. I'm in the hotel room and I don't want to go out tonight and do stuff because ya know, we are doing stuff tomorrow and...ugh...I think I might go call room service. Later Liz
-JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE!!
ps...I never caught your last name
She shook her head and was about to press reply when someone IMed her.
CurlyJay23: You need to be asleep missy.
DMBluvr81: Why? btw- last name is Meyers
CurlyJay23: Thanks. Well, because I want you to be all nice and chipper tomorrow morning when I call you at exactly 8 am.
DMBluvr81: am I going to have to rip off some bodily parts of yours...wait, you don't have those parts I don't think.
CurlyJay23: ...I just whimpered...
DMBluvr81: Good
CurlyJay23: You are pure evil.
DMBluvr81: How's your room service?
CurlyJay23: how..oh from the email. It's good. I just got some ice cream.
DMBluvr81: 10 years old?
CurlyJay23: Yup, going on 11 in June...
DMBluvr81: Dork
CurlyJay23: But ya love me
DMbluvr81: Correction, I hate you
CurlyJay23: no just strongly dislike, remember?
DMBluvr81: Whatever
CurlyJay23: come on, Liz. You love me. I saw you staring at me after we got off stage.
She paused for a moment and stared at the screen. There was no way he caught her gawking.
DMBluvr81: EXCUSE ME? WHAT? SO now you are going to get some big COCKY attitude?!?!
CurlyJay23: I'm just kidding, girl. Chill.
DMBluvr81: Oh I knew that. So what all you want to do tomorrow?
CurlyJay23: Well you are going to have to come pick me up at the hotel, because I don't have a car...
DMBluvr81: Where are you staying?
CurlyJay23: The Marriot. I'll call ya tomorrow morning and tell you like room number and all that stuff. There will be security stuff and all that jazz to deal with. But I'll go over that tomorrow.
DMbluvr81: That's cool.
CurlyJay23: And we might have to take a bodyguard with us.
DMBluvr81: REALLY? Wow.
CurlyJay23: It's not that exciting but I better go ahead and get in bed. Well, I am in bed. But I better shut down and turn out the light and well, go to sleep.
DMbluvr81: ooo..in bed eh? (lowers voice) what are you wearing? Kidding. I'll talk to ya tomorrow Justin
CurlyJay23: hehe, ok Liz. And I'm in boxers and a wifebeater :)
DMbluvr81: I'm in nothing...later hun
Liz signed off and then realized what she had just typed. She had actually flirted with him. She cringed and shut down her computer with a frown. -You are turning into a teenie. Bad, Liz, bad.-
She got into bed and sighed. Her frown faded into a smile at the thoughts that tomorrow would be spent with her CurlyJay; Justin Timberlake himself.
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Elizabeth parked her car in the front parking lot of the Marriot. She got out, spinning her keys around her finger and sauntering towards the front doors. She looked around and saw 2 small groups of girls, about 7 people in all with cameras and papers whispering and giggling at each other. They were probably trying to go unnoticed. But they were very noticeable to Liz. She just chuckled and walked right on in.
She glanced at the man in the red coat standing behind the desk. He stared her down as she just walked confidently on in. She watched him pick up a phone and start talking. She shrugged it off and went on to the elevators.
Once in the elevator, Liz sighed. She tried not to be nervous, he was just her regular old Justin she had met online, but she couldn't help. She felt almost unworthy of a celebrity's time. But she just kept reminding herself that he was just a normal person like her.
The elevator dinged on the 7th floor and she got off, and was ready to start looking for room 710 when a huge man tapped her on her shoulder and stared down at her.
"I think you are lost missy."
She cocked an eyebrow. "Missy? NO. Don't call me Missy. The name is Elizabeth and I'm not lost. I'm just going to room 710. If you would like to know anything else, I'm going to have to contact my lawyer."
He stared at her long and hard before shaking his head. "All right, come on. You need to leave."
Liz crossed her arms over her chest and stood her ground in front of the elevators. "Um, no. I'm meeting a friend. I think YOU need to leave."
"Honey, I know what you are trying to pull. A girl a little younger than you tried it last night. Lets just turn around and I'll take you back downstairs ok?" The man grabbed her arm and pressed down on the elevators.
She jerked away from his grasp and scoffed a few times. "Number 1, don't talk to me like I'm 5. Two, you don't have a CLUE as to what I'm trying to pull, because dammit I'm not trying to pull anything. I'm here because some idiotic boy named Justin Timberlake; you might know him, called me up at EXACTLY 8 am whining, "Lizzie I can't wait to spend the day with you. Come on over to the Marriot room..blah." So why don't YOU turn around and take you big bodyguardin' self BACK wherever the hell it is you came from. KAY?"
He looked at her strangely, trying to process everything she said. Finally he pulled a 2-way radio that was attached to his belt and spoke into it. "Yeah, umm, Mike is there supposed to.."
"Ugh.." Liz groaned and turned around.
Her eyes lit up when she saw Patty strolling down the hallway towards them. "Hey, Elizabeth. Good seeing you again."
She raised her arms over her head in relief and pointed to the bodyguard. "Ahh, thank God. Could you please tell Mr. T over here that I'm going to spend the day with Justin."
She giggled and patted the big man's arm. "Ohh, hey Dre. She knows Justin. This is the internet chick."
His eyes slowly went from Patty's to Liz's and his look softened a bit. "Ohhhhh, I'm sorry. I didnt know you were the internet chick. We've had some trouble with fans lately.
Elizabeth sighed and rolled her eyes. "So now my name is "the internet chick?" Splendid."
"He's in room 710. Probably asleep." Dre chuckled.
She shook her head and began walking away, down the hallway. "No, he called me an hour ago. And yes I know he is in that room. HE TOLD ME THIS MORNING. But SOME PEOPLE don't believe a WORD I say..."
Patty chuckled as the elevator dinged and she stepped in. "Later Liz. Hey, tell Justin that Lance wanted to talk to him."
"Ok. Bye." She turned and waved at her, moving her eyes to Dre and glaring.
She walked down the long hallway looking for number 710. Finally she reached it.
After taking a deep breath and letting it out by vibrating her lips like a horse, she knocked; no more like banged on the door. She thought it was kinda funny herself.
But her quiet chuckles faded when the door swung open and he stood there, in a towel, soaking wet.
-Elizabeth Meyers died today. I'm sure she went to heaven after seeing this...oh my god, this no...no...do not let this happen. Look away , look away. GOOD LORD he is rather built for a 18 year old. Mmmm, I want to be that drop of water...SNAP OUT OF IT.-
"Nice outfit, Timby." She smirked.
"Timby? Now that's a new one. Sorry I was in the shower and I heard you knocking like the earth was about to explode. Just make yourself at home, I gotta finish up." He stepped out of her way and let her walk into his room.
"Kay." She mumbled, smelling the scent of soap and the humid air from the hot shower he was taking. She concentrated on his room as she walked in and cautiously sat on the edge of the bed.
"I'll be out in a minute." He smiled, still one hand holding the white towel around his slender hips, before walking in the bathroom and closing the door.
As soon as the door shut, Liz fell back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. "This is going to be a weird day."