Justin Timberlake FanFiction

~*It Had To Be Done*~
A Justin Timberlake Short Story
Original Fanfic by Meg
TheCurly3@yahoo.com

She was sweeping up from her last customer when the bell rang, signaling that someone had entered the small shop... and he walked in. Slowly, her deep green eyes followed the tiles of the floor to his sneakers, up the length of his blue jeans, over his leather jacket to meet his shining baby blues.

He flashed his dazzling smile and walked up to the desk. "I have an appointment for 3:30.. I guess I'm a little early."

Erin smiled back at the charming young customer she had instantly recognized as Justin Timberlake. "Well, I got finished with my last customer early, so it looks as if you're right on time! Have a seat right here."

Justin took off his jacket and hat to reveal a full head of beautiful golden curls. The lights twisted and bounced off each curl making it look like silky spun gold. She knew them well from all the TV shows and magazines. Erin could only pray for perfect blonde curls such as his. Those were the kind that just screamed out for you to run your hands through them... and she wanted to, badly. To twist a single curl around her finger would feel heavenly.

He put his articles on the coat rack and sauntered over to her chair. "Well," she started, "what can we do for you today?"

"Shave it all off," Justin said flatly.

"What?!" her mouth nearly dropped to the floor. "Are you kidding me? This is beautiful hair!" She spun Justin around to face the mirror to make sure he saw the wonder he was planning to destroy.

"I'm sick of it.. cut it all off."

"I.. I don't know if I can," she stuttered. "You know.. I would die to have these kind of curls."

"You want them? You can have them," Justin laughed.

Erin hesitatingly picked up a pair of scissors and started to clip. She watched the golden fleece as it fell, bit by bit, to the cold floor.

"I have to stop," she said.

Justin looked confused. His hair was half cut, and it had sort of a lop-sided shape on his head. It looked as if his head had been caught in a fan. "Um.. you definetly can't stop now. I can't go out in public looking like this!"

Erin laughed. "No, Um.. this is going to sound a little strange but.."

"You want to touch it?" Justin smirked knowingly.

Erin face turned a bright red. "How did you know?"

"You won't believe how many times I've been asked that. It's ok. As long as you let me touch yours in return."

She smiled, "Ok, it's a deal." She set the scissors down on the counter and ran her fingers through his hair. It was soft, much softer than it looked. "Why are you getting rid of this beautiful head of hair?"

Justin shrugged. "I guess I'm sick of people asking if they can touch it."

She stopped immediately, grabbed her scissors and started cutting again. "I'm sorry."

"No no no.. It's ok. I was just joking!"

She relaxed. "Oh, good. Cause I was just thinking of shaving something strange into the back of your head."

"Woah.. don't get on the bad side of the hair-dresser," he teased.

"That's right!" she said as she grabbed the razor.

The last few centimeters of Justin's golden locks fell to the floor as she ran the razor over his head. She brushed him off and then spun him back around so he could look at himself in the mirror.

"Damn girl," Justin said as he ran his hands over his newly-exposed scalp, "you did good!"

Erin did not look as impressed. "Such a tragedy..." She looked down at the array of hair on the floor. "You know.. these would probably go for a lot of money auctioned on E-bay.. I mean, if they paid $1200 for french toast.. this is Justin Timberlake DNA right here."

Justin laughed. "Yeah! You'd be quite the entrepenuer."

He stood up and pulled a few large bills from his pocket and put them on the counter. "Thanks. I know this was hard for you," he said, holding back a teasing grin.

She sighed, "It had to be done."

"Ok, now it's my turn!" he said eagerly.

She stepped back and covered her head with her hands, "I don't want mine shaved off!"

He smiled and pulled her hands down. "Not that. This." He reached up and ran his hand through her wavy blonde hair. "Beautiful," he smiled. "And much softer than it looks. Thank you." And with that he turned, walked over and picked up his hat and jacket and left.

Erin stood there a few moments longer, still reeling from his touch. Then sighing, she grabbed her broom and swept up the floor. Stopping for a second, she reached down and picked up a single golden curled tuff. She wouldn't sell them on Ebay.. but she'd keep one.. just to remember.