Two days later, Justin sat in the back of the limo and rode in silence all the way to Misty McCullum’s
house. He tore his sunglasses and peered out the
window as the limo made it’s way up the long drive.
It was a circular drive and in the heart of the circle
sat a stone fountain, with three level pools, that
trinkled down the sides. Colorful flowers trailed the
lines of the driveway that led to the three story red
bricked house.
Justin whistled in amazement. “Gavin doesn’t waste time,” he mumbled as the limo pulled to a stop. He
looked at his watch and then noticed it was two
minutes till ten. The 24 hours of hell begin in two
minutes, he said to himself as he put his sunglasses
back on.
The door opened and he stepped out of the limo and studied the house with his hands on his hips. It was
an impressive house and you could tell a lot of money
was put into it. But he also garunteed there was no
love within these walls. The thought of that almost
made him sad. He shook his head as he finally made
his way up the stony steps.
He’d be nice, he assured himself. He’d wear his
million dollar smile and be sweet to the girl, and
then afterwards he’d forget all about this day and the
girl. He knocked on the door and lifted his jeans
over his hips as he waited. He could totally picture
her. Long blonde hair, perfect smile, cheesy, snobby,
the list went on.
When the door opened, Justin smiled quickly at the old man dressed in a suit. “Yes, I’m..”
“Mr. Timberlake, I know,” he said. “Miss McCullum will be....”
“I’m here Al,” she said from behind him.
“Ah, your purse, Miss,” he said as he smiled warmly at her.
She grabbed it. “Al...It’s Misty.” She then kissed his wrinkled cheek. She smiled warmly at him and when
she looked at Justin, her smile faded. “You ready?”
She asked annoyingly.
Justin looked at her strangely. “Uh...yeah, sure.”
“Bye Al,” she said as she walked past him and then past Justin.
Justin looked at Al and then ran after her. “Uh,
Misty...wait.”
She rolled her eyes and turned to him. “Yes?”
“I....I’m confused here,” he said as he studied her. She was nothing like he thought she would be. Her
long blonde hair was instead black, and instead of
dressing prissy and sophisticated, she had on a pair
of jeans with a black tanktop. Her eyes were hidden,
so he didn’t know the color and she was smacking a
piece of gum as she waited for him to speak. “Um...I
don’t get this, I mean.....”
“You don’t get what?” She asked rudely. “That I
don’t want to be here anymore than you do?”
His brows lifted. “You don’t??”
She sighed. “Not really. I guess THE Justin
Timberlake isn’t use to that, is he?”
“Ex...Excuse me?” He asked, shocked by her rudeness.
“Oh, I’m sorry...allow me to make you feel better,” she said as she tore off her sunglasses to reveal the
bluest eyes he had ever seen. “Oh...my...God....I
actually am going to spend a day with Justin
Timberlake!”
He rolled his eyes. “Knock it off.”
She grabbed his arms and squeezed them. “No, you
don’t understand. You are like my idol...I mean I
kiss your poster every night before I go to bed.”
He shrugged off her hands and scowled at her smug
face. “Well, aren’t you a bitch.”
The corner of her mouth lifted. “Maybe,” she said with a shrug. “But then again your an egotistical
ass, so we can’t all be perfect.”
Anger built through him as he stepped closer to her and enjoyed the way she tensed at his closeness. “You
don’t know shit about me, so I suggest you keep your
mouth shut.”
She yawned. “That’s nice...so can we go now. I’d like to get this over with.”
He shook his head. “I don’t get this...if you don’t want to be here, why did ask your uncle to....”
“I never asked him to do anything,” she said as she slipped on her sunglasses. “He thinks I wanted to.”
“Okay so....your not a fan?”
She sighed. “Jeez, my uncle catches me singing to ONE of your songs and that automatically makes me a
fan.”
“So your not?”
“My uncle doesn’t know shit about me, okay? If I was singing to Blink 182, you would be Travis right now.”
He started to laugh, but when he saw her face he
cleared his throat. “Sorry....not funny. So, if you
don’t want to be here, and I don’t want to be
here....why don’t we just end it.”
“I can’t,” she said as she shifted.
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to hurt Uncle Gavin’s
feelings,” she said as she looked away.
Justin studied her. She may be a bitch and may say bad things about her uncle, but they are some feelings
there. “Sooo, were stuck with each other for the next
24 hours.”
“Pretty much,” she mumbled as she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Well then,” he said as he let out his arm towards the limo. “Let’s get this day over with.”
She gave him a cheesy smile. “Finally...we agree on something.”
Justin gave her the same smile and then rolled his eyes after she past him. “Lord give me strength,” he
mumbled and then followed her.
The door slammed once he was in and Misty was sitting on the far left of the limo. Her legs were crossed
and her body was turned completely away from him.
“So...”
“So how much did they pay you?” She asked all of the sudden.
“Excuse me?”
She turned to him. “How much? I sure as hell know your not here on your own will.”
“You got that right,” he mumbled as he looked out the window.
Misty studied his profile and couldn’t help but
notice how handsome he was. His face was structured
well and he had just shaved probably, because she
couldn’t see one stubble on his cheek. Even though
his lips in a pout, she could tell that they were
soft....and very kissable.
“Didn’t your mom ever teach you about staring,”
Justin said as he looked at her. At the mention of her Mom, he heart melt and her eyes turned sad. Justin cursed softly.
“Misty....I’m...I’m sorry, I.....”
“Forget it,” she said as she took her sunglasses off her head and slipped them on. “So where are we
going?”
He wanted to say something else. Another
apology...anything, but he decided it would be best to
let it go. He felt sorry for her, but after this day,
he was never going to see her again. He looked at his
watch..only 23 hours and 45 minutes to go. "Well,
have you eaten?"
"No," she said as she put a hand to her empty belly. It's been growling like a hungry bear.
"Me either," he said as he shifted in his seat. "How bout some breakfast....we'll hit the best place in
town?"
"I don't feel like going anywhere fancy," she
mumbled.
He rolled his eyes. "Well, I'm don't either...I'm talking about McDonalds."
She looked at him sharply. "McDonalds? You like
McDonalds?"
"Is that so hard to believe?" he asked. "I know the whole damn menu thank you."
The corner of her mouth lifted. Wasn't exactly a
smile, but it was good enough. "What's the #3?"
He sighed. "Breakfast or lunch?"
"Lunch."
"Quarter pounder with cheese," he said with a grin. "That was an easy one."
Her smile widened a little. "I could go for McD's."
"Cool," he said and then pushed a button. "Hey,
George my man?"
"Yes, Curly?" the middle aged black man said up
front.
"To the arch please," he said with a grin.
"Surprise, surprise," he said with a chuckle.
Justin just laughed as he let go of the button.
"We're gonna drive through in a limo?" he heard her
ask.
Justin looked at her. "Sure, why not? We do it all the time."
She rolled her eyes and shifted her body away from him. "Whatever," she said with a sigh.
"Whatever," Justin mimicked softly and rolled his
eyes.
"What?" she asked sharply.
"Nothing," he replied sweetly. "Nothing at all."