Justin Timberlake FanFiction

~*A Fan's Dream Come True*~
A Justin Timberlake Story
Original Fanfic by Meg
TheCurly3@yahoo.com

The next afternoon the curtain to Justin's bunk snapped open and he squinted his eyes as the light flooded in, blinding him. "Are you gonna stay in here all day?" an agitated voice asked.

Justin pulled the blanket over his head and rolled over. "Yes. I am. Now go away," he grumbled.

Chris yanked his blanket hard and almost threw Justin onto the floor of the bus. "Nope. You're not. Now get up."

Justin stood up, towering over the older man. He noticed Chris was practically bouncing off the walls of the bus. "What's up with you today?" Justin yawned, scratched his head, and walked over to a chair by the window plunking himself down in the soft cushioning.

Chris couldn't contain himself enough to sit down, "You know where the show is tonight??" He paced across the bus, looking as though he was about to explode.

"Why does it matter?" Justin said, looking out the window, his face emotionless. "They're all the same.."

Chris put on a pouty face and stopped moving all together. Justin pulled his attention away from the scenery rolling by and looked at Chris's pathetic face, "Alright, what is it?"

"Shi's gonna be at the concert tonight.." Chris beamed.

Tasha, or "Shi" as everyone called her, was Chris's girlfriend. He had met her unexpectedly in a club six months before, and, although she was a fan, she had made him laugh so much that he fell in love almost immediately. All the guys appreciated her sense of humor and how she always brought out the best in Chris whenever he was around her. They had all become friends.

"When's the last time you saw her?" Justin was suddenly curious.

"Well, we talked on the phone last Friday, but I haven't seen her since August," Chris said.

"How can you make that work? I mean.. not seeing her hardly at all?" Justin wondered out loud.

"Well, I'll admit, it's not easy," Chris said sitting across from Justin. "I mean she can see me on tv and hear me on the radio and stuff.. and we talk through e-mail and the phone.. but it's hard. Especially when the press reports something that's not true. Like, they said I had gotten married.. and I didn't think Shi would believe it, but she didn't know what to think.." Then Chris got a smirk on his face, "Why do you ask?"

Justin felt his cheeks grow warm, "Just curious.." He looked at Chris and could tell the dark-haired man wasn't buying it. "I'm not sure I can make it work.." he admitted.

"Well the best thing you can do is try," Chris smiled and got up.

Justin smiled back, "Yeah I guess so. Thanks."

"No problem," Chris patted him on the shoulder and left him at the window alone with his thoughts.

As the days went by, things got easier for Michelle. When she heard Justin on the radio, saw him on tv, or read about him in a magazine it no longer made her cry, it actually raised her spirits, bringing her hope of the day when she would see him again.

She went to school just as if nothing had ever happened. Of course she was ready to scream out to the whole world that she cared for Justin Timberlake and he cared for her in return, but she was pretty sure that if she told anyone they would blow it off as a teeny-bopper fantasy, or laugh in her face. So, she walked down the halls of the school with a smile on her face that hinted at what only her and Samantha knew.

She sat in math class, turning over the slip of paper Justin had given her that night. She had wanted to call him badly the morning after he left, but thought it too soon. Plus, she was deathly afraid that she would call him, and he would reply, 'Michelle who?'

She had also worn Justin's necklace around her neck under her shirt that entire day after, not wanting ever to take it off, but it was too heavy and too awkward to wear everyday, so she had carefully placed it under her pillow for safe keeping.

A week after their departure, Michelle found the courage to call the number she had been staring at all afternoon and every afternoon since that night. Her hand shaked as she dialed the number, and she had to mentally force herself to not hang up when it began to ring.

"Hello?" his voice asked. Michelle's breath caught in her throat and she couldn't speak. "Hello?" he said again.

*Say something!* her mind screamed. "Hi," she finally breathed.

"Who is this?" Justin asked. *Oh God..* she thought, *He doesn't remember me. I knew it. Why am I so stupid?*

"It's Michelle," she said sadly.

To her suprise, Justin sounded overwhelmingly relieved. "Michelle? Hi! How are you?"

A smile grew across her face as a rush of relief spread throughout her body, "I'm good, how are you?"

Justin could not wipe the grin from his face and JC looked at him with a face that asked 'Who is it?' as he walked by. "Actually, I was kinda getting upset, I thought I you would never call.."

"I'm sorry," Michelle said sadly. "I was.. I was afraid you wouldn't remember me," she admitted.

"Of course not!" Justin was relieved, and suprised to find that he actually HAD been worried that she wouldn't call. "I miss you already."

"Oh I miss you too!" Michelle's heart leapt. He missed her!

"But listen, I'm kinda busy right now, so I gotta go.." Justin said sadly. "Feel free to call me any time though, alright?"

"I will. Have a good show!" she beamed.

"Talk at ya later! Bye Michelle," Justin said, and he hung up. His smile grew as he walked over to the other guys on stage getting ready for soundcheck.

Michelle and Justin talked numerous times in the next week, and Michelle cherished every moment she spent talking with him. Michelle always called him, since she didn't give him her number, for fear that her dad would pick up the phone. Then she would have to explain the entire situation to him, and that father-daughter conversation didn't seem too appealing.

Then one night while Michelle was home alone, the phone rang. Michelle got up from in front of the tv and picked it up, "Hello?"

"Michelle, this is Samantha, quick! Turn on your tv to channel 8!"

"Ok, hold on." Michelle took the cordless phone back to the living room and switched the channel. She found herself face to face with Britney Spears speaking at a press conference over in Europe:

"Yes, Justin and I are dating. It's good to be with someone who knows what you're going through. And we've known each other since the Mickey Mouse Club days, so we're like already best friends. And when we're together, it's like we're the only two people in the world. I wouldn't give up what we have for anything."

Michelle felt her heart rip in two. Of course she had always heard the rumors, but she never really believed them, and after being with Justin that night she was sure that they weren't true. After all, Justin wouldn't have promised himself to come back to her if he was dating Britney! Yet, here was Britney herself on live TV.. 'Yes, Justin and I are dating.' Every word stung like a dagger through her heart. Michelle barely felt the phone slip from her hands and drop to the floor as silent tears began to roll down her face.

Michelle wasn't sure how long she had stood frozen in front of her tv, but when she snapped back into reality the show had moved on to another hot gossip topic, and Michelle thought she heard someone faintly calling her name..

"Michelle, are you there?!?" the phone yelled at her feet. Michelle realized she had dropped it and picked it up, "Yeah Samantha, I'm still here.. barely."

"Are you ok? What happened?" Samantha sounded genuinely concerned.

"I'm fine, it just shocked me.. a little. Well, more than a little. I dropped the phone."

"Listen, it'll be ok, Michelle.."

"No it won't be ok! Don't even try and tell me that!!" Michelle cut her off mid-sentence. "Don't you see? He's not coming back! He's got his 'Pop Princess', what would he ever want with some regular 16 year-old girl?" She felt the tears coming to her eyes, but she blinked them back and refused to cry. If Justin would do something like this, he didn't deserve her tears.. and he certainly didn't deserve her love.

It was only one week before the tour was over, and Michelle wondered how long this situation had been going on. When Justin had talked with her on the phone, he made her feel like they were the only two people in the world that mattered.. and he always sounded like he was hanging on every word she said. "How could I have been so stupid?" Michelle admitted, frustrated with herself for trusting her heart to someone she barely knew.

"You weren't the stupid one Michelle. If he wants to walk out on what he had with you for that... that.." Samantha had to force herself from screaming out an entire slur of profanities, ".. then he's the one who's messed up."

"Thank you," Michelle said softly, as the tears started to roll down her cheeks. She couldn't help it, as much as she tried, she knew that getting over Justin would be one of the hardest things she'd ever had to do, because she had believed with all her heart that he truly cared for her, and now she had been branded a fool and felt ashamed and deeply hurt. "I think I just need some time.."

"I understand," Samantha said solemly. "Call me whenever. I'll be here for you."

"Thanks. Goodbye."

"Bye."

Michelle hung up the phone, ran to her room, slammed her door, and threw herself onto her bed, burying her tears in her pillow. She hugged it close to her chest, trying to find some comfort, but as she lifted it, Justin's necklace was there, waiting for her, gleaming as if it was taunting her.

She picked it up and turned it over in her hands, as tears rolled off her cheeks, fell, and splashed off the glittering letters. She traced her fingers along the shiny letters of the metal charm, like she had the first night he had given it to her. She thought it was a symbol of his affection for her, but now she realized it must not have meant that much to him after all. *He probably has dozens of them that he's left with girls all over the country..* her mind taunted at her, and she looked at the charm with disgust and tossed it to the floor.

The tour was over, and Justin couldn't have been any happier. He was tired and looking forward to the long awaited break when he could just sit back and relax, as much as a celebrity could relax..

The show in San Diego the night before had been a blast, and the final after party of the second leg of the "No Strings Attached" tour had left him with a little hangover, but it all blown over during the 4 hour flight back across the country. It was 3 pm when the plane landed, and he was supposed to meet Michelle at five.

During the past week they hadn't talked at all, and Justin had become a little worried, but he realized he had been extremely busy and had even had to turn off his cell phone for long periods of time because of his hectic schedule, so he just figured their lack of communication was due to the fact that they just couldn't get the timing right. He would've called her himself, but she never gave him a number or address where she could be reached, because of her father, and he understood.

But today was the day, and Justin couldn't wipe the smile off his face as he stepped into a taxi, hat pulled over his head and sunglasses on.. even though it was December. "The McDonalds on Broadway St. please," he said to the driver as he stepped into the car. He was still two hours early, but the sooner he got there the better he would feel.

They pulled in and Justin slapped a $20 in the driver's hand. "Keep the change," he smiled. The driver's smile was huge, "And you have a nice day too sir!!"

"Thank you. I believe I will," Justin smirked as he closed the door and made his way to the restaurant.

The place was empty. He walked up to the counter, smiled at the old woman working the register, and decided he was famished, "I'll have.. a Big Mac extra value meal, and another large fry. And 1 large vanilla milkshake.. two straws." He smiled to himself as he remembered Michelle hesitatingly eating the vanilla cone he had bought her the first time they met.

Justin took the table farthest back in the corner, hoping to be seen by as little number of people as possible, but staying so that he still had a clear view of the door so he could see Michelle's face when she walked in. He didn't have to worry much about fans or reporters though, as far as anyone knew Justin Timberlake was home in Orlando, resting up from the just closed tour, and he certainly didn't have a reason to be at a McDonalds at 3:30 pm, hundreds of miles from his hometown.

The minutes seem to whirl by as Justin finished his meal and sat eagerly awaiting the moment when he would see her walk through the door and her face would light up with happiness and suprise. He could picture that exact moment when he would stand up, she would run to meet him, and he would wrap his arms around her, lift her up, and spin her once before setting her lightly down again. And then he would kiss her.

And it would be perfect. Just perfect.

5 o' clock came and went, and Michelle didn't show up, but Justin wasn't worried. He figured she was either stuck in traffic or caught up in doing her hair and makeup, although he was sure she didn't need it. The thought of her fixing herself up in the mirror for him brought a smirk to Justin's face.

But soon minutes turned into hours, and Justin began to worry. He stirred the vanilla milkshake that was slowly melting and wondered if Michelle would ever show up to share it with him.

Thoughts crossed his mind, *What if she's been in an accident.. What if she's sick? What if she's hurt?!* The thoughts were too painful, but Justin realized he hadn't heard from her for a whole week.. Then he remembered the time they had spent here, and the promise they had made each other that night:

"Wait for me. Listen, when December 3rd comes, the day after the tour ends, if we both still want to be together, I'll come back. We'll meet.. where we met first.. at 5pm sharp. And if either of us has found someone else, or moved on, the other person will know if they don't show up..."

"You're not even going to go see?!?" Samantha whined, sitting next to Michelle on her bed.

"No.." Michelle said softly. "You know why? Because it'll just put me through more pain. I'll show up, and he won't be there.. so what's the point in putting myself through all that trouble when I don't have to?"

"But Michelle," Samantha persisted, "What if he's THERE?!? What if he's sitting in that restaurant, waiting for you, getting more depressed every second cause you're not walking through that door?"

"He's not going to BE there Samantha!! I can see that, why can't you?" Michelle felt her eyes water. "You saw her, you heard what she said. And Justin told me that if either of us found someone else, or moved on, that the other would know because they wouldn't show up. Well, I ALREADY know that he won't be there. He's moved on. He's found someone else. He's with.. her. She said it herself. You heard and saw it come straight from her lips. You can't argue that."

"I know Michelle, but what if things have changed since she had that interview? You never heard it from him. What if he decided that you're the right one for him, not Britney?"

"It still doesn't change the fact that he promised himself to me and then he went and gave himself to Britney as well. That he was going with someone else while I sat here with false hopes that he would come back to me. It still doesn't change the fact that everytime we talked on the phone he was lying to me. He LIED to me Samantha.."

Samantha understood, and she nodded. "Well, at least you can say you had one wonderful night with the guy every teen girl dreams about.. Not many people can say that."

"Yeah.. it was wonderful, while it lasted.."

She wasn't coming. Justin was still sitting in the corner, the last person in the restaurant, when it closed at 10. The last employee was mopping the floor and he looked at the sad, blonde man who had sat in that same spot the entire night. "Hey fella, we're closing. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave."

Justin slowly nodded, picked up the vanilla milkshake that had sat and melted untouched, and tossed it into the garbage.

"...if either of us has found someone else, or moved on, the other person will know if they don't show up..."

His own words from a month ago echoed through his mind, again and again, and each one stung worse than the one that preceded it. It was obvious. Michelle had found someone else, moved on. After all, she was 16. She couldn't wait long enough for him to return, and maybe, just maybe, she didn't care for him as much as he thought she did.

He didn't know what to do.. He had planned on staying at least a few days with Michelle, but he never guessed that she wouldn't be there. The only thing left to do was go home, so Justin caught a cab back to the airport and bought the ticket for the next available seat to Orlando.