Chapter Two

    Misty just ignored him and stared out the window as the limo made it's way to the fast food place. Misty's eye's fell on a gray van that was riding their tale. The van was following their every move. If they switch lanes, the van did; if they turned right, the van did. "Uh, Justin?"
    Justin quit fiddling with the radio. "Yeah?"
    "I think that van is following us."
    "They are following us," he told her as he went back to the radio.
    She looked at her strangely. "You're not concerned?"
    He chuckled. "Of course not. It's just Mike."
    "Mike?"
    "The security," he told her. "Didn't you notice the van waiting for us when we left your house?"
    "No," she said as she looked at the van. "They follow you everywhere?"
    He nodded. "Pretty much. Doesn't your uncle have security?"
    She looked him and then shrugged. "Guess so, I don't really interact with that side of his life."
    "Why not?"
    She shrugged. "Just don't."
    Justin just arched his eyebrows. "Okaaay," he said and then looked out the window.
    The limo made it's way in the parking lot and George's voice came through the tiny speaker. "Drive through?"
    Justin looked at Misty. "Up to you."
    "Doesn't matter," she said. "Aren't you going to get bothered if we go in?"
    He shrugged. "Maybe, but it's not like I'm not used to it. If we DO go in, it will buy us a good thirty minutes of our time."
    She nodded. "Good point. Let's go in."
    Justin stepped out of the limo and Misty scooted to the door and got out to find Justin talking with a big, black, man with no hair. "Must be Mike," she mumbled as she walked up to them.
    "Oh, Mike, this is Misty," Justin introduced.
    Mike shook her hand. "Don't worry Misty, you won't even know I'm here. Just be you and Justin all day."
    Her mouth tilted up. "How nice," she said as sweetly as possible. "I'll meet you inside."
    "Wait, I'm coming," Justin said as he followed her. Mike stayed back a little so he wouldn't be too obvious, but he came in as well and stood in a different line. "What are you getting?"
    Misty studied the menue. "Same thing I always get, Egg McMuffin...you?"
    He grinned. "Is there any other choice? Egg McMuffin all the way." Misty laughed softly. "Then a sausage buiscuit and a hash brown and if I'm hungry enough...some pancakes."
    Misty's eyes widened. "My God, you're a pig."
    He patted his flat belly. "You better believe it."
    Misty crossed her arms. "If I ate like that, I'd be a blimp."
    "May I help you?" the young girl said with a smile full of metal and pigtails dangling from the sides of her head.
    "Go ahead," Justin said to her.
    Misty ordered a Mcmuffin and a large orange juice and stood aside and waited while Justin made his order. He decided he wasn't that hungry, so he just got a McMuffin and a hashbrown. "Anything else?" she asked as she looked up at him and then her smile dropped. "Oh..wow...you're...."
    Justin leaned in. "I am indeed, but let's keep it a little secret, okay?" he asked with a heart stopping smile.
    "Oh yes, of course," she said quietly. "I just want to say, that I LOVE you guys."
    Misty rolled her eyes. "Oh please," she mumbled under her breath.
    Justin gave her an evil stare to shut her up and then smiled at the girl. "Thank you, that means a lot....." He looked down and tilted her name tag so he could see. "Jenny," he said with a smile.
    She smiled brightly, showing her shiny metal teeth. "I went to your concert too, and it was so much fun."
    "I'm glad. Here," he said as he leaned over and grabbed a pen that was laying on the cash register. He picked up a paper place mat and flipped it over and began to write.
    Curious, Misty leaned over to see what he was writing. Probably just his name, she thought. No personal autograph. But then she notice he was indeed writing her a note. She pulled up her sunglasses so she could read.

    Jenny-It's fans like you that make what I do so special. Thank you for your support. God Bless
        Justin Timberlake.

    Misty quickly pulled back when he was done and watched him hand it to her with a smile. She watched her read it and then saw her face turn warm as she smiled up at him. "Thank you, Justin," she said and then handed him their order. "I had the worst day ever, and you just made it into the best."
    Justin looked at Misty and then back at Jenny. "Same here, Jen," he mumbled to her and then turned to Misty. "Ready?"
    She nodded. "Yeah, sure." She followed Justin who was stalking over to the corner and he practically threw down his tray and sat down. Misty eyed him as she slowly sat down across with them. "What's wrong with YOU?"
    Justin eyed her. "Listen Misty, I know you're not a FAN or whatever, but I'd appreciate it if you DIDN'T make fun of them."
    She rolled her eyes. "Whatever Justin, it's not like I did anything bad."
    "You didn't see her face," Justin said harshly. "You were rolling your eyes and didn't notice the smile that fell when she heard you."
    Misty looked at him could tell he was really upset about this. He truly cared for his fans. His true and devoted fans. "S..Sorry, I didn't know you cared so much."
    "Misty," he sighed. "If it wasn't for my fans, I wouldn't be where I am. I love my fans, so if this happens again today, please make them feel comfortable."
    "Fine," she said as she looked away.
    Justin watched her and then rolled his eyes as he open his McMuffin and then took a healthy bite. She just kept pissing off more and more, he thought as he took a big sip of his OJ. One minute, he thinks that there is some good things in her and the next minute she's an icy bitch. On the way to her house, he was dreading to spend the day with some obsessed fan. As much as he loved the fans, it was different to spend a day wiht them ONLY because she had money. But as of now, he would give anything to have a fan like that to talk with. But instead, he got her. Miss I'm Too Good For Everyone.
    "Justin?" she asked all of the sudden.
    He looked up from his food and then back down. "Yeah?" he asked and then popped in a bite of his hashbrown.
    She leaned on the table. "Is it hard for you?"
    He paused while sipping his drink and looked at her wierd. "Hard for what?"
    "This...This..attention you get, even when your going to McDonalds to get breakfast....how you can't do norma things...is it hard?"
    Justin swallowed his drink and then dabbed his mouth. This was what he was talking about. How he could be mad as hell, and then she could ask a question or say something and his anger slipped away. "Of course it's hard," he finally said. "But, it's just a price you have to pay of being famous."
    She shook her head. "Not all famous people go through what you and the rest of the guys do."
    "What do you mean by that?" he asked curious.
    "Well, I mean do you think a swarm of teenage girls would chase Nickolous Cage oooor Robin Williams?"
    Justin let out a laugh; surprised by her humor. "I guess not."
    She laughed. "No, you wouldn't. I mean those guys are great actors, but they don't exactly put teenage girl's hormones in overdrive."
    Justin choked on his drink and coughed loudly as he started to laugh. "Sorry...that uh....that's some picture you put in my head, Misty."
    She shrugged. "Well, it's true. You guys have it worse."
    He coughed one more time and then placed a hand on his chest while he looked at her. He cocked his head and studied her. Funny, he thought. She looked almost beautiful with the sun coming shining in through the windows and reflecting off of her midnight black hair. She had a pretty face, her skin was white, not pale, but more...milky colored. Her blue eyes were very stunning, and it almost pierced him everytime she looked at him. He finallay cleared his throat when he was realized he was now wondering what her hair would feel like if he reached out and touched it. He put the thought aside. "Well," he finally said. "Never thought of it like that. I guess you have a point."
    Misty ate her last bite and crumbled up the wrapper. "Must suck, huh?" she asked before taking a sip of her drink.
    "It's wierd," he said as he leaned back in his chair. "It's wierd to think that girls are that obsessed with me."
    "Yeah, I made a bid on the french toast," she teased with a smile.
    He just chuckled. "Oh yeah? How much did you bid?"
    "A dollar," she said with a laugh. "Unfortunately that wasn't enough."
    Justin laughed, which caused Misty to smile even brighter. "You know you should do that more often," he said.
    "Do what? Make bids on half eaten food products eaten by famous popstars?"
    "No," he chuckled. "Smile. You have a beautiful smile." Misty's smile fell and Justin rolled his eyes. "Ah man, and there it goes."
    She looked down at her lap. "Forgive me, but I haven't smiled a lot this past year."
    Justin looked at her, and for some reason had this urge to reach out and comfort her. But he quickly pushed the thought aside. The last thing she wants is pity, he thought with a sigh. "Okay, Misty," he said as he stood up. "Your turn...what do we do next?"
    She looked up at him; her eyes widened. "Me? How am I suppose to know?"
    "Well, you live here, don't you?"
    "Well, duh," she said as she stood up and they headed out towards the door. "But I dont know what...."
    "Look," he said as he turned to her. "We might as well make this day worth while. I mean, we can do anything we want and it's being paid my Jive....so just pick something you want to do."
    "Well," she said as they walked outside and made their way to the limo. "There is something I need to do...I haven't done it in awhile."
    "Okay, what's that?" he asked.
    "Well, first I have to make a pit stop somewhere before we go," she said as Justin opened the door for her, but she didnt' get in yet.
    "Okay," Justin said. "Where too."
    "It's called Atlanta Bread Company," she said.
    "George, do you know where that is?"
    "Sure do," he said.
    "Okay," he said and then motioned her into the limo. They were silent all the way to the place. Justin had no clue why they were going to a deli, but he didn't ask. This was her day, so he was going to keep the twenty questions to himself.
    "I'll be right back," she said when they got there and Justin scooted out of the way, so she could crawl by him and climb out of the limo.
    "Are you buying something?" he asked before she could walk away.
    "Yeah."
    He pulled out a ten. "Here."
    "Don't want your money," she said and started to walk off, but Justin grabbed her arm lightly and she stopped and looked at him.
    "It's not mine, it's Jive's. Take it." He then ran his hand down her arm, which caused Misty to shiver and then opened her hand and stuffed the money in her hand.
    She glared at him; blue eyes meeting blue. He was challenging her, she knew that, and she also knew she wouldn't win in this department. She just rolled her eyes. "Fine," she said and made her way to the deli. His touch was still tingling and her heart for some reason was racing. "Get a grip," she mumbled and then smiled at the lady behind the cash register.
    Ten minutes later she came back out with a brown bag dangling from her hand. George opened the door for her and she smiled as she handed him a napkin with writing on it. "Here are the directions."
    Justin peered out the open door and watched him read it. "What's wrong?" he asked when he saw George frown.
    "Um..mam, this is a bad part of town and I don't feel comfortable taking......"
    "George," Justin interrupted. "It's okay, if Misty wants to go there, we'll go there."
    "But Justin, it's a really bad part of town and....."
    "Look, we don't have to go," Misty said softly.
    "No, we're going," Justin said. "George, follow her directions...Misty, get in."
    "Justin," she said once they were on their way. "We dont have to go, I don't want you to get in trouble."
    He let out a laugh. "Don't worry, I won't get a spaking."
    "Well, I know you're not use to neighborhoods like this and....."

    "Misty, I wasn't always rich you know, so I know what it's like. I can handle it."
    She looked at her lap. "Okay."
    "Would you mind me asking where we're going?"
    She looked up. "Just visiting a friend."
    He nodded. "Okay," he said and left it at that.
    The ride over there was silent of course, and both of them just looked out the window the whole time. Justin watched the people on the streets, who were dressed in ratty clothes and watching curiously as the limo drove by. His heart went out to them, praying silently to God for blessing him with the life he has given him.
    The limo pulled to a stop in front of a rundown building. George opened the door and looked at Justin with worry. "I don't like this."
    Justin ignored him and got out of the limo as he read the sign that was painted above the wooden doorway. "St. John's Homeless Shelter?" he asked as Misty got out behind him.
    She nodded. "Yes," she said sadly. "I need to visit someone, you can stay here if you like."
    He looked at her and saw that her face was drained with emotion, as she waited for him to crawl back in that limo. He shook her head. "No, of course I'll go with you."

Chapter Three