"That's it for today!" I heard Wade yell, and I sighed, relieved.
I walked over to the bench where I had left my water bottle, and consumed the whole bottle, just wanting to get out of this sticky hot sweaty weather, take a shower, and sleep. I felt like I was about to collapse, because I had been practicing the new dance routine all day.
"Brit?"
Britney sighed and turned around, facing Wade.
"Um. Lance is using your room right now. You can go take a shower in JC's room."
"Why isn't Lance using his own room?"
"Why don't you ask Lance that?" Wade snapped back.
"Okay... damn." I rolled my eyes. Wade was always mad after dancing for some reason.
I strolled over to JC's room, and he wasn't there, as usual. I noticed Christina sitting on a chair in his room, writing something in her journal.
"Christina?" I squeaked. I felt weak and helpless around her for some reason.
She looked up from her journal, and mouthed a 'hey', before absent-mindly setting her journal on the floor, and smiling at me. "You want to take a shower here?"
"What are you doing here?" I said quietly, and she looked at me, like I had just offended her.
"I mean...I thought you were in Los Angeles or something? Why are you in JC's room?" I corrected myself quickly, and she looked at me for a second before responding.
"I was here to do some promoting, and Justin invited me to see you and JC and the rest of the crew. JC offered to give up his room, he's moving in with Lance while I stay here for one night."
"Oh." I whispered, doubting she could hear me. She looked at me for a few more seconds, until I said. "Wade said I can take a shower here. Is that okay?"
"Yeah, I'll leave."
"It's alright. You can stay."
Christina nodded, picking up her journal and pen again, and begun writing again.
Tired, I went into the bathroom and took a long shower. I probably was there at least an hour, but I wasn't counting. It felt good to feel refreshed after the long gruesome hours of practing the dance routine to Slave 4 U, and then watching Wade making the boys dance in the hot sun until they couldn't even stand anymore, trying not to fall asleep on the grass underneath the tree's shade.
When I got out of the shower, I spotted Christina on the bed, sleeping. So I didn't mind getting dressed with her sleeping in the room.
After I was finished getting dressed, I noticed that she had fallen asleep as she was writing in her journal, because it was laying open on the bed, a pen loosely in her hand.
I sighed, gently taking the pen away from her fingers and setting it on the table. Then I carefully took her journal, trying not to wake her up.
As I set it on the table, a word on the page jumped out at me. BRITNEY. Of course I noticed it, it's my name.
I bit my lip, I didn't want to interfere with her privacy, but she was writing about me. My curiousity won over, and I sat down on the chair, bringing her journal with me.
Dear Diary,
I was in Orlando today, so Justin called me up and invited me to come over to visit him. Of course, the rest of 'N Sync is also here. So is Britney, and that's actually why I came. The girl is wonderful, she really is. And I miss her so much, especially when I used to be able to see her every day back in the Mickey Mouse Club. Speaking of Britney...she just walked in the room. Anyway, she's in the shower now. I love her so much. I mean, seriously, she's the reason I breathe every day. The reason that I'm actually alive. God... I need to stop obsessing. It's not like I'll ever have a chance with her. She doesn't even like me that way. But I can't help it. I love her. Isn't it obvious?
I stared at the page, not even believing what I had just read. She must of fell asleep after she had written that, but I was still curious if she wrote anything else about me, so I flipped back a page, and saw my name scrawled on the page, with a heart surrounding it.
Dear Diary,
Britney on TV....Ugh, I miss her more than words can ever say. And I don't even have the courage right now to pick up the phone and call her. I mean, if I call her too much, even more than Justin does, then won't she suspect something? And then she'll hate me for even thinking of her that way. What can I do?
After that I just stared, I didn't know what to do, I didn't even know what to think. I didn't even know how I could or should or will act around her from now on.
I heard something, and I looked up, and saw Christina standing up from her laying down position on the bed, and she froze when she saw me looking through her journal.
"Oh my God, Britney..." Christina was speechless, and so was I.
I stood up and handed her back her journal, and said quietly, stuttering. "I'm sorry... I-I-I shouldn't of read it."
"Britney, I can explain..." Christina begged, I could tell she didn't want me to hate her.
I looked at her. She continued as she got up to face me. "What I wrote...it's the truth. I don't know why, and I'm sorry that you had to find that out. But it's been this secret of mine for so long, and you have absolutely no idea how much--"
"Christina..." I interrupted, but she didn't let me.
"I love you. I've loved you forever. Ever since I layed my eyes on you, Brit. It took me a while to realize that I was in love with you, but I hoped it was temporary, because I didn't want you to hate me, I wanted to...I don't know what I wanted. But then I realized that what I was feeling wasn't temporary, because I've loved you for years. Ever since the Mickey Mouse Club. You have no idea--."
"Christina! Shut up." I kissed her, knowing that it would be the only way to shut her up. And to my amazement...it actually felt good. It gave me a feeling that I had never felt before, something that none of my ex's could ever give me.
And then I realized it. I loved her. The weak feeling in my knees, the insane giggling while she was around, the way I could hardly speak around her, the blushing, and the nervousness. That's what it meant. That's what it all added up to. I love her. I always have.
When I pulled away, she was blushing and couldn't look me in the eye. She was smiling.
"What was that?" Christina spoke quietly, and fell back onto the bed. I knew, it was because her knees gave away.
I dropped down beside her and replied. "I love you too."
The redness in her cheeks faded slightly now, and she quietly whispered. "Wasn't it obvious?"