Justin Timberlake FanFiction

~*A Look Inside*~
A Justin Timberlake Short Story
Original Fanfic by Meg
TheCurly3@yahoo.com

"Justin you're.. youre.. you're insane!"

Insane...

Or maybe it should be *NSane.

He laughed out loud. A strange cackle. She just looked at him curiously, tears filling her eyes, trying to understand what was going on in his mind. She couldn't see, no one could because he was well practiced in hiding it.

I can see the headlines now: 'Justin Timberlake of *NSync goes *NSane!' or '*NSyncer Drives Himself Crazy!' The media would have a field day with that one...

He smiled at her and lifted her hand and placed a soft kiss on top of it. "Adieu, Madmoiselle.."

"Where are you going?" she cried, "It's 2:30 in the morning!"

"Ah.. but it's noon in Hong Kong. Time for lunch," Justin smirked.

She stood silently, awestruck and confounded as he walked from the room and silently shut the door behind him, but knew following him would have no use.

He meandered down the carpeted hallway of the hotel, gazing at the no-name portraits hung on the stark egg-white walls. 'Artists,' he thought. 'I am an artist. Aren't I? Were these portrait painters considered true artists? Who gets to decide anyway? I do now.' Taking a left at the end of the hall, he found himself at the door to his room. Quickly sliding the key into the lock, the door opened and he stepped into the darkness.

He didn't turn on the lights. Darkness was better, but still the lights were always there. The flashing. *flash flash* He could never escape them. *flash* The flashbulbs even flew now before his eyes although he was alone in the dark hotel room. *flash flash* They always wanted just one more. *flash* That's always what they said: "Justin! One more! Over here! Just one more please!" *flash flash* He squinted from their blinding lights. *flash* Give the trademark smile, make the effort for a little wave. Then he closed his eyes and fell backwards onto his bed.

Slowly he ran his fingers over his head. Hair. It was still there. As he ran his hands back and forth over the stubble he could feel them coming back. The curls were growing. Oh, how he hated them. The stubble wasn't even a centimeter long, but they were still curling, he could feel them... inside.

He stumbled into the bathroom and turned on the light. Glaring at himself in the mirror he picked up the razor sitting on the shelf above the sink and began to shave.. again. It was the third time today. He scraped the blade along his scalp, over and over, until it began to bleed. That's how he knew when they were truly gone, when there was nothing left, no more curl. He rinsed the blood off in the sink and dried his head with a large stark white towel.

Feeling less than satisfied, he stumbled into the empty hallway again. He made his way to the service elevators, the ones the guys always used while staying in a hotel in a large city. He pressed the button and waited, rocking back and forth, from his toes to his heels until he familiar ding of the bell, signaling that his ride had arrived.

Stepping into the mirrored box, he pressed the highest button on the panel. The elevator doors close and the entire ride was very smooth as it took few seconds to reach the top of the building.

The doors opened, Justin stepped out, and was faced with another door. He pulled it open and was met with a blast of cool air. The horns from cars driving late in the night danced up the sides of the building onto the roof where Justin stood. Slowly he walked over to the edge and climbed up onto the edge of the wall and looked down.

"I bet I can fly..." he said to himself.

"I'm Justin Timberlake. I can do anything. Or at least that's what they all say. Can I prove it? I used to say the mind was a truly powerful thing and humans could fly if they really wanted to. I could be the first one. I'm untouchable. I'm Justin Timberlake. I can do anything."

He screamed. Loudly. The sound ripped through the silent night air. He screamed until he felt his lungs begin to burn. And then he stopped. And he began to hum. He hummed as he strolled back across the rooftop. The song inside his head continued as he boarded the elevator and pressed the button for his floor.

The doors opened again back downstairs and he was met by his best friend.

"Justin?" JC looked concerned, "Are you ok?"

Justin smiled. "Yeah man.. I just went out to get some fresh air. I'm off to bed. You should too."

JC nodded, a little unsure. "Ok, get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow."

Justin grinned, pointing at his watch. "Today, JC.. today."

"Oh.. right. Today then," the dark-haired young man turned and returned to his room.

Justin slipped his key into the lock, entered his dark room once again, and climbed into the solitude of his bed. He slept, for in less than 24 hours there was a show to put on in which make-up would cover the scars on his head and a dashing smile and glittering blue eyes would conceal those that were much much deeper...