I’m finally sleeping again. JC… don’t know where he is. Britney is always with me. She’s still working on trying to get back with Justin. I’ll sleep with her every once and awhile to remind her she’s beautiful. Never knew she had low self-esteem until we actually spoke with one another.
I’m watching her perform her sound check for a group of her fans. I’m sitting on the soundstage. She answers simple questions, takes a few pictures and sings a little for them.
Someone behind me clears their throat causing me to turn around. It’s Justin. He smiles shyly and sits down beside me after I kick him a chair. Glances over at Britney then back at me. “She was always nice to her fans.”
“Still is.” I don’t feel like putting up with any bullshit right now. “What do you want, Timberlake? If you want Britney, she’s over there.”
He nods his head. “Actually, it has to do with you.”
I stretch out my arms and shrug, “What about me?”
“Why are you avoiding JC?”
I can’t help but laugh. “Oh my fucking… you can’t be serious. JC can’t even come here himself so he sends you. Fucking wimp.”
Justin’s face tightens up into a frown. “He didn’t send me. He doesn’t even know I’m here.”
“Bullshit.”
“I’m serious. No one knows where JC is. Everyone knows I love all the guys, especially JC. He’s climbing up the walls without you.”
“I don’t care about JC.” I check over at Britney. She’s already walked backstage as the fans leave the venue.
“Now that’s bullshit!”
“Go away Justin.” I grab my temple. I feel a headache coming on. “Just… leave.”
“I’m not leaving until you see JC.”
“What if he doesn’t want to see JC?” Britney stands at the end of the stairs, arms crossed in front of her. “Just like I don’t feel like looking at you. Leave Justin. You’re not welcome here.” She walked up the stairs and stood behind me. Why did this remind me of some dumb soap opera with everyone taking sides.
I stand up, “Where’s JC?”
Justin looks over at Britney scornfully. Sheez, he might actually hate her. “I don’t know. Just call him.” He hands me his cell and I’m gone.
I don’t really know where I’m going. I’m just dialing JC’s number and heading out of the venue. I end up in front of a line of fans waiting to get inside. Thank God there’s guards everywhere. I hear my name being screamed and flashes of light. JC finally picks up his phone. He sounds… different.
“Where the hell are you?” I try not to yell due to the fans.
“I’m in Spain. Ever ride a bull before?”
“JC… I ain’t kidding. Fucking Timberlake is here telling me to call you because you can’t live without me. Now I know that’s complete bullshit so what’s going on?” I look up from the floor just as a flash of light blinds me for a split second. “Fucking Britney fans.”
JC laughs and he starts sounding like himself. “I’m at my parents house. You’re standing outside the doors aren’t you?”
“Yeah. And I swear I’m about to take that fucking camera and shove it up that girl’s ass.” I turn my back to the crowd. Justin walks out and I hear the girl’s scream his name. Justin walks over to me and stand near, but not close enough to hear my conversation.
“Uh… she might like that Robson. Try walking over to them and shake their hands. Don’t forget to smile.” JC talks softly into the phone. “And then jump on a damn plane and get your ass over here.”
I sigh deeply and loudly into the phone. “I’m not going to see you. I’m working.” I hang up the phone and toss it over at Justin. The rim of his eyes are red and for the fans…. I walk over to him and hang my arm around his neck, walking back into the venue. “Don’t you ever get sick of playing nice?”
Justin checks out the floor before walking towards the bathroom, “Not if your surrounded with hatred.”