| Chapter Seventeen |
| I opened my eyes to see Justin tapping me. "Chelle, wake up. We're here." I sat up from his lap, and got out of the limo. I'd fallen asleep as soon as I had gotten in. "Sorry, Justin, I didn't mean to cut your night short." He smiled as he walked through the door, shutting and locking it after I had stepped inside. As he set the alarm he finally spoke. "It's okay. I had a great time. Being around you is enough for me." 'What is happening? Justin is acting strange and my heart is telling me all kinds of stuff.' I smiled kindly, "Well, I'm gonna go change." And with that I left him downstairs, hoping he wouldn't follow me. Only if I could be that lucky. He knocked on my door as I slipped my tank top over my head. "Chelle? You decent?" He walked in the room, his hands covering his face. I giggled, "Yeah, whatcha need?" He sat on my bed, still fully clothed. He patted the bed. "Chelle, I need to talk to you about something." 'Oh NO! This can't be good.' I shook my head. "Okay, how about you go get changed and I'll meet you in your room in five minutes." He didn't even reply, he just stood up shaking his head yes, and walking away. I had to have time to collect my thoughts. 'What is so different? I can feel it, between both of us.' I heard Justin calling me, guess my five minutes were up. I walked into his room and he was undressed, in some basketball shorts, nothing else. Unless you want to count the Calvin Klein boxers that were peeking out from underneath his shorts. He was sitting on top of the covers, starring at me. "Come here." How could I say no? I walked to the bed, sitting down beside him. "What do you need to talk about Justin?" He looked down at his hands. 'He's not confident. He's always confident !' ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 'Come on Timberlake! Just ask! Don't be a pussy!' ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ He looked up. "Chelle, Are you still in love with Blake?" I starred at him blankly. That was the last question I EVER expected to hear. "Um...Justin, why is that relevant?" He was looking back down at his hands. "Chelle, could you ever have feelings for someone like me?" 'Am I hearing him right?' I took a deep breath, "Justin, what are you talking about?" I could see the frustration on his face as his eyes met mine. "You heard me. Just answer the question." 'How am I gonna answer that? I can't let him in, he'll just leave.' I didn't know what to say. "Justin, of course. I care about you, I always have. But I don't know why you're asking this." He threw his hands into the air. Then he turned towards me. "That's not what I mean. Michelle, tonight you made me feel things that I haven't felt in a long time. Not since Britney. I can't figure this out, and it is scaring the SHIT out of me." Was he saying what I thought? "Justin, you're just happy to see me. I'm sure that's it." He stood up from the bed. "NO! That's not it." Justin never got upset, not with me. 'I knew I shouldn't have come here!' I stood up from the bed and walked out of his bedroom, towards mine. I pulled the bags out of the closet and started packing our things. 'I told myself NOT to come! Now look! I should have listened to my head!' As I was throwing things into my suitcase Justin ran into the room, shocked by what he saw. He grabbed my arm, stopping me and spinning me around until I was facing him. "What are you doing!?" |