Chapter Three:

It was the day of the VMA's and I went to get Justin ready and stuff. Once I got him ready I went to get me ready, they were in two hours and so I had to hurry up. I got Grace to do my hair up in a bun type of thing. It was up in a bun but there were some strands of hair that hung down with curls. The dress was to the floor but I had some heels, and it was strapless, the color was pretty… well it wasn't a color, but was like a shinny color. A limo pulled up, "Grace do I look ok?" "What's wrong?" she said. "I have feelings for someone, and I don't wanna look bad for him." "You look great, don't worry, and who?" "Justin." "That's so cool, well come one let's go," she said as we walked out. I got to the limo and climbed in, "Hey, Dreama, what's up?" "Nothing here, you?" I said sitting next to Justin. "Nothing here, so are you excited?" "Yes, I am, I have never been to one. I hope it will be fun." "Oh it will be and the party after will be fun, too." "Well, that's cool." We talked some more then we where there, Justin got then he put his hand in the car and I grabbed it and got out. When I got out there were so many camera's going off and we walked down the red carpet, "Hey, Justin, how's it going?" It was Carson from MTV, "Hey Carson, nothing man, what's up?" "Nothing here, so who's this you got with you?" he said. "Oh, this is my new stylist, her name is Dreama." "Hey Dreama, I hope I said that right, did I?" Carson said to me. "Yes, you said that right. So, how's it going out here?" "Good, well, I hate to run but there are other stars and we gotta go see them too." "Hey man, it's cool." Justin said. We walked down the red carpet, I saw Britney and she looked over at and then she saw that I was with Justin and looked away. I looked at Justin he was looking at her and a wave of anger swept through his eyes. We all had heard about him and Britney and he said that he was over her. Then I thought about Dan, then she walked up, "Hey, Justin, how's it going?" "Good," he said, I don't think he wanted to talk to her. "Well, that's good to hear," she said. "Have you met Dreama?" he asked Britney. OF course she knew me, she just didn't like the fact that I was with him here and not her. "Yes, I have, she was my stylist," she said looking at me. I knew the look all to well, "Glad to see that you even care Britney." "Please, don't cocky with me." she said. "Well, then leave us be." I said looking up at Justin. "Well, we gotta go now." "Fine, bye." she said as she walked off.
"I don't ever want to talk to her again." I told Justin as we sat down in our seats with the rest of *NSYNC. "We won't ever deal with her again, I will just tell her that we can't talk right now." he said smiling at me. "Good, now let's watch the show, then you guys proform and I can't wait to see that." I said as it began. After 30 minutes they had to go because they were on in 20 minutes, then it was time for them to come on. Us girls screamed and whopped and hollered along with the rest of the crowd. I saw Britney she was sitting down and not doing anything but just starring at Justin, "You are never ever going to get him little girl." Then they were off and came back, "After the show do you want to stay for the party or go party somewhere else?" "I want to meet a few people, could you introduce them to me?" I said smiling at him. "Yeah, sure. I know most everyone here so it won't be a problem."


Chapter Four:

Now it was time for the party and like everyone was there, "Oh my gosh! There is Ryan Phillip." "Oh Ryan is cool, come on let's go meet him." Justin said as we went over to him. "Ryan!" he said as we walked up. "Hey, man, long time no see! So what's up?" Ryan said ... oh man was he hot! "Oh, nothing, you?" Justin said. "Nothing, so who's this?" he said looking over at me. "This is Dreama, she is my new stylist and she's pretty good at it, too. I am introducing her to some people that I know." "Well, that's cool. Hey Dreama, I guess you know who I am right?" he said smiling. "Yes, who wouldn't know you?" I said and we laughed. "You never know, I talked to this girl once and she didn't even know who I was. It was kinda funny!" "That's funny, is Reese here?" "Yeah, some where around here. So, does the "crunk" man whine when you do his hair?" I laughed and looked at Justin, "No, he's pretty tough. I would scream if someone did that to my hair." We talked for about 10 minutes then I saw Janet, "Justin, I wanna go talk to Janet, be back ok?" "Yeah, sure. Bye." he said. I walked over to Janet, "Dreama!" "Janet, hey, how's it going?" I said. "Nothing, girl, you need to come back to me! Who are you working with and who are you here with?" "I am Justin Timberlake's stylist and I came here with him." "Oh that's so cool!" "Yeah well, I am so glad he asked me to this ... I have never been to one. It is so cool!" "Yeah but it gets kinda boreing after a while." "Yeah it would well gotta go back to see Justin. He think that I am lost or something." We laughed and said bye and I went back over to Justin, he was still talking to Ryan. Reese was know with him, "Reese, hey, I'm Dreama, Justin's new stylist." "Hey, Justin has been talking about you but I am not going to say anything." she said. "Let's go get something to drink, I am thirsty, you?" "What a good idea, let's go." "Justin, we are going to get something to drink, ok?" I said pulling on his jacket. "Yeah, ok." he said. Reese and I walked over to the bar, and got some drinks and started to talk.
"Hey Dream, we are going now, come on." Justin said as he and Ryan walked up. "Oh ok, well see you later Reese and Ryan." I said. "Ok, well Justin has our number and stuff so call me sometime." Reese said ... we said bye and left. When we got int the car, we talked about the party and stuff. "Man, I am so glad you guys won the Most Popular Group. I am so happy for you." I said looking at Justin. "Thanks, I'm glad to hear it. So tell us about you and Britney, everyone knows what was said but I didn't hear." Lance said. "Can we plase not go there, that is one thing that just grosses me out." I said. MY phone rang before anyone could say anything, "Hello Dreama speaking." "Hey!" said a male voice that I didn't want to hear. "Look this the not the time or the place to be calling me, and I thought that I had told you not to call me again!" I said almost screaming. "Well, look, I can ruin you in a New York minute to where no one, not even your little pimp Justin Timberlake will believe you." "Oh, pleeease and just how are you going to do that?" "Well, let's see what dirt I have on you ... prison for 5 years for prostituition. What about that!?" "I didn't go do that!" "No one is going to bleive you! So what is it? Break off with them and never speak to them again or else!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing, "I swear to god I will not do it, I don't care what you do! He isn't going to believe you ever!" "Fine have it your way!" he said as he clicked off the phone. "Dreama, what's wrong?" Justin asked, by this time I was crying my eyes out. "Can we talk when we get back?" I said. "Yeah, sure." he said, he looked really worried.