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01/12/2009 4:39 AM
"That's what I said, disgusting."
Justin chuckled, following Judy's lead when she sat down on the sofa.
"Can I have my phone back now?"
"Nope," he answered. "It's still buzzing. What did he want anyway?"
"You know, the usual questions. Where are you? Who are you with? Then he accused me of running away with this guy Myles that went AWOL."
Justin coughed on the chip he'd taken from the bowl on the coffee table.
"You sure know how to pick 'em Judy."
"I know. So, what are we doing now?"
"I'm going to take a nap?"
"I have a break, so I'm gonna try to take a nap before the meet and greet at three."
"What am I supposed to do then?"
Justin turned and pointed at something behind the sofa.
"There's DVDs. Watch a movie."
While Justin pulled off his tennis shoes and grabbed a blanket, Judy went to the small shelf at the back wall and looked over the DVD collection. After
settling on Knocked Up she put it in the DVD player and turned on the TV. As soon as she sat down on the sofa Justin laid his head in her lap, settling the
blanket over himself.
"Who said I was going to play pillow for you?"
Justin turned his head and flashed her a pearly smile before turning back toward the TV screen. Just as his eyes began to drift closed with exhaustion,
there was a knock at the door, followed by it opening.
"Hey Justin, I wanted to talk to you about the lights-oh excuse me."
Mason stood in front of the couch, smiling down at them. Justin groaned inwardly at the sickeningly sweet grin. When Mason set on eyes on something, he
usually got it, and right now those eyes were set on his Judy.
"I didn't know you had company, JT."
Justin nodded with boredom. He was using the lights as an excuse to come in and meet Judy.
"Yep, I do."
Mason waited a moment, smiling excitedly. Finally he leaned forward and held his hand out for Judy to shake.
"Hi, I'm Mason, Justin's stage director."
"Hi Mason. I'm Judy, Justin's friend."
"Nice to meet you, Judy. I think I saw you earlier, down on the floor with the camera crew."
"That was me."
"Well, what brings you to the tour?"
Judy shrugged, "Just along for the ride."
"Well we're glad to have you."
"Uh, Mason?" Justin interrupted. "Do you think we talk about the lights later? I'm gonna try to grab a little down time."
"Yeah, sure, no problem," Mason smiled at Judy, reaching out to shake her hand again. "It was nice meeting you."
When Judy shook his hand, Mason leaned down to kiss the back of it, smiling brightly as he let go.
"Nice to meet you too, Mason."
"I'll see you around," were his last words as he headed out the door.
Justin sat up and watched him go, making sure he left and closed it behind him. He then turned to give Steve a look. Steve shrugged back, also wondering
what the hell that visit had been about. Then he turned to Judy, and she smiled at him. Instantly his heart sank.
"He seemed nice," she said.
"Hmmm," he replied.
"Is he nice?" She pressed.
Justin sighed, plopping his head back down into her lap.
"What's the matter with you?"
"Nothing. I'm just tired."
Judy was silent, going back to the movie as the mail character and her sister raced through the grocery store looking for pregnancy tests. Justin once again
got comfortable in her lap, only this time he couldn't close his eyes. He had that same cautious feeling about Mason that he did about Ben. Only this time,
he knew Mason wasn't good for Judy. Mason was wealthy, and he often used it to his advantage, wining and dining girls and then dropping them for the next.
He already knew Judy was merely a conquest for Mason, a game he could play to keep himself occupied while on tour. But Judy wasn't a play thing, she was a
friend, and he didn't want her being used.
His mind was reeling so fast that he didn't think he'd ever get the nap he'd started out wanting. But then he felt fingers gently running over
his head, smoothing down his short hairs. Then his eye lids began to feel heavy, and before he knew it, he slipped into sleep.
"Why did you take out your ear ring?"
"My ear ring?" Justin asked.
"Yeah. Back in the day you wore the silver hoops but the last couple years you haven't been wearing anything."
Justin shrugged, leaning his forearms on the table in front of him.
"I just kind of grew out of them, I guess. And now the holes are closed so I couldn't wear them anymore if I wanted too."
The young girl nodded, taking her seat again. It was nearly four in the afternoon and Justin finishing up the Q&A portion of the meet-and-greet. Judy,
and the MTV cameras, stood off to the side as he sat center stage at a table in front of the 50 people who'd gotten passes to meet him.
"Uh, one more question. You, there, in the pink shirt."
Justin pointed to a girl, most likely in her late teens. She smiled, revealing her braces.
"Umm, hi," she giggled.
"Hi." He flashed her the smile he was famous for and she swooned all over again.
"Umm, so, why are the MTV cameras here? Are you doing a special?"
"Something like that," Justin sat back in his chair. "Do you guys remember me doing a show called Senior Year?"
The crowd applauded at the mention of the show.
"Well, I'm doing another one, kind of like it."
"Is Judy in it again too?"
"Judy's here," Justin nodded.
He shifted his gaze over to her and she shrank back behind Matt.
"She's around somewhere. We're partners in crime once again."
"Is it like the same thing where you have to be in the same room all the time?"
"What fun would it be if I told you all the secrets?" Justin teased. "You'll just have to watch the show when it airs."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he shook his finger at her. "You'll just have to wait and see."
The girl giggled and batted her lashes. She couldn't have been older than 15.
"I'm sorry folks, but that's all the time we have for today," Mike interrupted. "If you'll line up single file, Justin will sign
any memorabilia and take photos, then follow the path laid out through the doors behind you to the arena; Justin has a sound check right after this."
The room erupted with random conversations as everyone rushed to line up to be the first to talk to Justin. Judy smiled as she watched him, taking time to
talk to each person, asking them about their lives, graciously accepting their compliments. He wore a fitted green tee shirt and jeans and she could see the
girls visibly drooling at the sight of his biceps. Hell, just a short time ago she would have been one of those girls standing in line with her digital camera,
staring at him with admiration.
She was snapped out of her thoughts when two girls walked up to her.
"Can we get a picture with you too?" The taller girl in a black tank top asked.
"Uhh, yeah, sure," Judy stammered.
Sure, she'd been popular after the show aired, but her fans had long since faded. She wasn't used to total strangers knowing her name and wanting
her picture anymore. The two moved to stand on either side of her, both throwing their arms around her waist. She smiled at the disposable camera, even as the
bright flash blinded her. Then the girls stepped away, waving a thank you.
Judy turned, looking at Justin, only to find he'd been watching her. He gave her a nod and she shrugged in return. She didn't see what the appeal in
After all the passes, tee shirts, and belly buttons had been signed Judy followed the crowd to the arena floor. Chairs were set up now, and the small crowd
had taken up the first 4 rows. Judy sat a little further back next to Mindy. Steve and Matt lowered their cameras, letting Justin's crew handle shooting
the footage of him.
They watched as Justin belted out three songs, explaining the personal meaning of each one as he sat on the wooden stool brought out from backstage. He was
on his fourth and last song when a tall man with dark hair sat down next to Judy.
"Hi," she smiled.
Mason leaned back, giving her a casual grin.
"Hello again. You didn't tell me you were the girl from that show. I thought you looked familiar."
"Guilty," she said. "Sorry, I didn't even think of it. I forget that so many people watched that show."
"I think you're the only celebrity I know that forgets that they're famous."
Judy rolled her eyes.
"I'm hardly famous."
The two continued chit chatting, not paying any mind as the sound check ended and the fans began to filter out the doors and back to the parking lot where
they waited for the show to begin.
"So, what exactly does a stage director do anyway?"
"Well, I coordinate everything on the stage. Make sure all the people, props, and equipment are where they're supposed to be when they're
supposed to be. I work with the costume director, lighting director, choreographers, and the rest of the crew to make sure everything is pulled off
"Sounds pretty stressful to me."
"It can be. But it's a whole lot of fun. Hey, have you been backstage yet?"
"Yeah, you met me in Justin's dressing room remember?"
"No, not that backstage," Mason shook his head. "I mean up there backstage. That's where all the magic happens."
Judy followed Mason's gaze as he pointed to the stage. She shook her head.
"No, I haven't seen anything back there yet."
"Want a private tour?"
"Can you do that?"
Mason gave her a look, his demeanor becoming cocky.
"Do you remember who you're talking too?"
"Well no, I know you can do that, but I mean, can I do that?"
Mason reached out, fingering the black laminated pass that hung around her neck.
"See this pass?"
"This is a go anywhere you want and no one can stop you pass. Follow me."
The two walked off, Steve and Matt running behind them at Mindy's orders. Justin watched from the stage, frowning when he saw Mason place his hand on
Judy's lower back as he lead her along side of the stage. He turned to Beth and Jon, his own MTV camera crew.
"Every show she's gotta find someone to fall in love with," he said bitterly.
"Wow, I didn't know it took so many people to pull off a show like this," Judy gasped.
She was under the stage with Mason. He'd taken her through the costumes, the lights, the cameras. She'd seen the props and different sets for the
stage, and the hundreds of people rushing around with walkie-talkies getting everything set-up.
"Yep. Up on stage, the audience just sees Justin, the band, and the dancers. They don't know that half the population of LA is back here pulling
levers and flipping switches."
"So, what does this do Mr. Stage Director?"
Judy pointed to a large clear box that sat beneath the stage.
"That is a lift. We use it to push Justin up on stage from down here."
"Oh, you mean those things where the artist slowly comes up out of the floor?"
"I always wondered how those worked."
"It's simple, really. The artist steps inside on that platform, and stage hands pull down these two levers, lifting the platform up."
"That easy, huh?"
"Yeah. Want to give it a try?"
"Be my guest." Mason motioned to the platform.
Judy stepped on, crouching down so she didn't hit her head on the edges of the stage.
"Brett, Andrew, can you show our guest here how the lift works?"
Two tall, well built men walked over as Mason climbed onto the platform beside Judy.
"Go ahead," he told them.
The two men gripped the levers, pulling down simultaneously. As they did, Judy and Mason rose through the cut out square and onto the stage. Judy watched as
lights, cameras, and chairs slowly came into view. She hadn't been up on the stage before, and now she was envisioning herself in front of thousands.
"Oh my God, that is so cool," she giggled.
She turned, looking toward the back of the stage where the band would be, and she came face-to-face with Justin, who stood looking at her with a raised
"Hi!" She chirped happily.
He matched her giddy smile, but inside he was glaring at Mason.
"What are you doing?"
"Mason took me on a tour and I wanted to try out the lift. That's pretty awesome Justin."
"Tell me about it," he said. "But uh, sound check is over now. Are you hungry? They put out the dinner spread in the back."
"Yeah, I'm starving."
"Great. Come on."
Justin reached out, taking Judy's hand, smirking inwardly when he spotted Mason eyeing their intertwined fingers. He pulled Judy along, heading for the
stairs off to the side.
"Thanks for the tour!" She called back.
After a dinner of enchiladas, nachos, and fajitas Justin settled into his dressing room. He changed into the outfit he'd wear for the first portion of
the show. His entourage came in, touching up his buzzed hair cut and fixing his face. Judy had teased him when she noticed the woman putting loose powder on
"My, my, don't you look pretty. Are you doing eye shadow next?"
"Hey, this is strictly for the stage and nowhere else," he retorted. "I can't be on stage looking all sweaty. Girls don't like
"On the contrary, girls dig it when you look like that. Then they can go on with their perverted thoughts."
While MTV filmed Justin doing his vocal warm ups, pacing back and forth behind the couch, Judy, Trace, and Rachel watching a DVD of Two and A Half Men. VIPs
came through, taking their pictures with him, having their tour books sighed, and gushing over their love of his music. Finally, it was 10 minutes till show
time, and Justin looked antsy than ever.
"Everybody out," he announced.
They all looked up from the TV to find Justin standing there with the door open.
"You guys know the routine. It's almost show time, I need a minute. Everybody out."
Everyone stood, filing toward the open door. Justin watched as Trace left, Mindy left, Jon and Beth left.
"You stay," he stopped Judy as she moved to step out the door next.
"You go," he motioned to Steve, Matt and Rachel.
Once they were all gone he closed the door with a sigh.
"Are you okay?" Judy asked.
Justin cracked his knuckles.
"I always get nervous during this part."
"Did you see how many people were out there? I'm not surprised."
"I saw the crowd. Don't remind me."
"There's a thousand," she continued. "No, more than that. Probably like three-thousand."
"Stop," he raised a hand. "You're not helping."
"Didn't you say that you don't get nervous before a show? You look almost queasy."
"I lied," he shrugged sheepily. "Once I get out there I'll be okay. It's just the waiting and anticipation that freaks me
Then he made a face, and she could tell he was about to whine.
"Do me a favor," he began, his voice small and high-pitched like that of a little boy. "Do that thing you do when my shoulders
He sat down at the vanity and Judy stood behind him, massaging between his shoulder blades. He let out a grunt and dropped his chin to his chest.
"What do you usually do just before show time?"
"Remain as relaxed as possible."
They were quiet for a moment.
"So, did you have fun on your tour with Mason?"
"Yeah. I'd been backstage on a big tour before."
He could hear the swoon in her voice.
"What exactly did you guys do?"
Judy pressed hard into his spine, shaking her head.
"I don't want to talk about Mason right now."
"Because whenever he's around, I get the feeling you don't really like him much. Which would mean you don't really like him talking to me
much. And I know how passionate you get about things, and you're supposed to be as relaxed as possible, so now would not be the time."
She leaned over his shoulder, giving him a look.
"Am I right?"
"Right," he agreed halfheartedly.
A knock sounded at the door and Mason stuck his head in.
"JT. It's go-time."
Justin nodded, standing up. Mason gave Judy a smile and nod when he noticed her standing there. She returned it, and then turned her focus back to
"Yeah. Where's my water bottle?"
He patted his pockets as if he would have put it there, and Judy reached behind him, picking it up off the counter.
"Oh, thanks. Come on, walk with me."
Judy followed him into the hallway where Rachel fell into step on his other side. Mike and Mason lead the group, flanked by security, down a few halls
before they came to the back of the stage. You could hear the crowd, screaming and cheering as the lights went out and the intro video played. The noise made
the walls shake and Judy felt her heart begin to pound. She could just imagine what Justin was feeling as he put his mic-pack on.
"Have a good show Jay," Rachel gave her cousin a hug.
Then Justin turned to her, and Judy put her arms around him.
Justin pulled back, smiling cockily as he stepped onto the platform she'd been on earlier.
"Ain't got nuttin to do with luck, girl. This is skill."
Judy smirked as the platform began to rise. He'd been right when he said he'd be fine. It was seconds until his performance and he was back to his
old self. The band began to play and the platform rose to its full height, blocking Justin from her view completely. The noise from the arena floor was
At the end of the show Justin was immediately ushered out the back door of the arena and onto his black and silver bus. Judy, Rachel, and Trace were already
waiting there when he and Mike climbed aboard. Justin headed straight into the bathroom and climbed into the small shower. Mike raided the mini fridge in
front. Trace had already gone to bed. So had Rachel and Mike by the time Justin emerged from the bathroom.
"That might be the coldest shower I have ever taken," he said, plopping down onto the sofa beside her.
He wore the blue track pants and white tee that Rachel had left in the bathroom for him.
"You could have waited till we got to the next hotel."
"And smell funky for 5 hours? I don't think so."
"So where is our next stop?"
Justin grinned evilly at her, rubbing his hands together.
"Las Vegas. The land of sex and sin."
"Oh man. I don't know if I can handle that."
"You can. You'll love it. No one can go to Vegas and not have a blast. The chicks alone-."
"You keep talking to me about girls and groupies like I'm a lesbian."
Justin paused, appearing to be in deep thought.
"That'd be hot."
Judy snorted, rolling her eyes.
"That'll never happen. Sorry. Pervert."
Justin chuckled at her insult, eyeing the First 48 episode on the TV screen.
"What are you doing up anyway?"
"I don't know. Just thinking. I'll probably head to bed in a minute."
"Thinking about what?"
She wasn't looking at him as she spoke, and he followed her vision to the black camera set-up in the ceiling corner of the backroom. MTV had set it up
during the day while they had been inside.
"Still worried about the show?"
Judy shrugged, pretending to be interested in the TV. Justin put an arm around her, squeezing her shoulders.
"It'll be fine. I promise."
Judy leaned back, turning her head to look at him.
"Watch you don't make promises you can't keep."
A silence fell over them as the Memphis detectives found the murder weapon used to kill an older man in his living room.
"So why don't you like Mason?"
"Where did that come from?"
"Curiosity. You've been giving him funny looks ever since he introduced himself to me."
"That's because he has a funny face."
"Stop that!" Judy scolded. "Come on, the truth."
"I like Mason just fine." He shifted uncomfortably. "It's just I also know Mason very well, and I know you pretty well. And I know he
thinks you're cute, and I saw that little gleam you got when he came into the room-."
"What gleam? I was just being nice and saying hello."
"Uh-huh." He didn't sound convinced. "I just don't want you getting hurt. You're not even over this Ben thing."
I'm not going to get hurt Justin. He's just a guy on the tour, not my next boyfriend."
"Good. You don't need a guy like him."
"What kind of guy is a guy like him?"
"Let's just put it this way, I fear for the safety of any girl he sets his sights on. And that's a lot of girls."
"Why? Is he a dog?"
"He's a great big bulldog that needs to be spayed."
"I seem to remember you being a self-proclaimed dog once yourself. You barked, ran around campus sniffing butts, and everything."
"I didn't sniff anyone's butt okay," he chuckled. "Except that one time and that was on a dare. I got a free pizza out of
"You still did it."
"My point is, be careful around him. He's charming, but he's not the one."
"I'll keep that in mind Dad."
"And stay out from under the stage with him. It's dark and he's got fast hands. Though I'm sure you've already figured that
"It was just a tour," she giggled. "Nothing happened and he never tried anything."
He was beginning to seem more jealous than concerned and it was sort of cute.
"Yeah, this time it was just a tour. Next time…."
"He'll have his way with me next to the power outlet?"
Justin shrugged, letting out a large yawn.
"Do I have to stay up and watch this with you? Because we both know that if you keep watching this alone you're gonna get creeped out and then
you'll be trying to share my bunk and that thing is too tiny."
"No," Judy picked up the remote and turned the TV off. "Let's go to bed."
The buses crossed the Las Vegas city borders just after 4am. As usual, Justin was taken upstairs first, followed by everyone else. Thankfully, that night
Judy was able to fall into a coma like sleep in her own room. Even at his home in LA she'd wake him up in the middle of the night, asking him if she could
come in or if he could stay in her room. She felt bad being so dependent on him, but nights were the worst.
She'd always see Ben in her dreams, or hear his voice echo loud and clear as if she was back at the apartment and he was in the living room. She
supposed it was part of mourning the end of their relationship, but she also felt as if she were being a burden on him. He had so much to do during the day; he
didn't need her pulling him out of his sleep all the time. She also didn't want to wear out her welcome. You can only annoy people so much before they
tell you it's time to go home.
A bang sounded on her door and she was jolted out of her sleep. She sat up straight, her hair a wild mess on the top of her head. She looked around with
confusion. The bright sun was shining in through the window overlooking the large pool.
"Juice pop, you in there?!"
The bang sounded again and Judy got up, stumbling through the room to the door. Her legs weren't quite awake yet, and she used the wall to catch herself
when she tripped. When she opened the door, Justin was standing there with a smile, his eyes hidden by dark sunglasses.
Judy gave him a look, her mind still reeling after being woken up so abruptly.
"Coming to get you. Duh."
Justin welcomed himself into the room. Judy gave Mike a look, and Mike shrugged in response before leaning against the wall in the hallway. Judy followed
Justin over to the bed, letting the door fall closed. He'd already turned the TV on and was leaning back on his elbows. He was surprisingly cheerful.
"What the hell are you so happy about?" She gripped.
"What the hell do you have to be unhappy about?"
"I was happily asleep, peacefully asleep, when some lunatic started banging on my door calling me a Popsicle. It's too early for this." She
ended her rant by plopping down on the bed dramatically.
"Too early? It's ten. You've been asleep for like eleven hours. What are you trying to do, hibernate? Besides, now you know how I feel when you
wake me up at the crack of dawn asking me to share my bed."
See. That's exactly what she was afraid he'd been thinking.
"Fine. I won't do that anymore. I'll stay in my room. Alone. And scared. And lonely."
Justin could hear the pout in her voice even though he had his back to her.
"I didn't mean it like Juicy fruit. You know I don't mind. I just mean… never mind. Look, I'm going shopping and I was going to invite you
along. But if you'd rather stay here and sleep some more it's fine."
"I'd rather stay here and sleep some more."
That got him to turn around and fling himself down on the bed beside her with a whine.
"Judy, come on! I want you to come with me."
"She's going, but I want you with us too. She's mean when I shop. She doesn't let me buy what I want."
"So you want me to save you from Rachel?"
"I want you to come shopping with me. Come on, please?"
Judy let out a deep sigh and dropped her arm over her eyes. She could hear the Timberlake pout in full force, she didn't need to see it.
"Please? Please, please, please, please?"
"Ugh! Alright, fine, fine, fine," she answered finally.
Anything to make him quit whining.
"Yay! Thank you. Now, get up."
He gave her a nudge on the shoulder and she sat up slowly.
"Go get dressed. I'll be right here, watching Scrubs."
Judy watched as he pulled a black Ipod from his pocket and put the white headphones into his ears.
"What are you listening to?"
She picked it up from his lap and started to scroll through his cover flow.
"Is that Miley Cyrus?" She gasped. "You listen to Miley Cyrus?"
"Hey, I know what it's like to be a squeaky clean Disney kid, okay." He snatched his Ipod back and put it in his pocket. "Besides, some
of her songs are surprisingly catchy."
"Whatever. Get in the bathroom and get ready."
Two hours later Judy was tiredly following along behind Justin as he went isle by isle through the men's section of the department store. Getting into
the store had been quite the tiring hassle in itself. They had tried to park and simply walk through the front door, but when the paparazzi swarmed Justin,
pushing and pulling the security guards all around him, they decided on a plan B. Instead they parked in an underground garage, waiting for the store to shut
down so he could shop alone. Now they were pressed for time, and Justin was going non-stop, grabbing more items than he could hold himself.
"You can't possibly need all of this stuff," Rachel complained.
She was holding a dozen tee-shirts over her left arm.
"Yes, I do," Justin replied, rolling his eyes.
"Wait a minute, are you even looking at some of this stuff? I think I've seen you wear this shirt back in LA."
Justin stopped and turned to Judy. She had been holding a stack of shirts as well, but she set them down on a display table to examine them.
"I brought you to protect me from her, not to agree with her."
"You have greediness on your side and I have logic. Who did you think was going to win?" Rachel asked.
Justin narrowed his eyes on her for a moment before he continued on his way. After looking through every rack, and picking out more pairs of sunglasses than
he could ever wear in one lifetime, he took them all to the register, only to decide not to get most of it.
"I think he just has fun picking things and making us carry it. He knows from the beginning that he isn't buying it."
"Rachel, if you don't shut up I'm not taking you to the shoe department."
"I don't care," she retorted. "I can buy my own damn shoes. You pay me enough."
"Remind me to give you a pay decrease."
When the clerk took all of Justin's bags to put them in the car, the three headed up the escalator and into the women's section.
"What are we doing here?" Judy asked.
"Looking for something for you."
"For me? No, we're not."
"Yes, we are."
"Because I am sick of seeing you in that same sweater everyday."
He pointed at the oatmeal colored sweater she wore. Judy folded her arms subconsciously. He stepped closer to her, talking softly, even though he knew their
mic-packs would pick up their conversation for MTV anyway.
"Look, I'm sorry, I'm not trying to embarrass you or anything, but you didn't bring much with you. You are in need of new clothes, and you
and I both know you aren't going to spend the money yourself because you're too worried about him finding you so can you please spare me the half hour
of arguing it would take to get you to let me do this? We only have an hour before we have to go to the venue."
Judy chewed on her bottom lip, unsure.
"Okay. But if we're shopping for me we're in the wrong section."
Justin raised a confused eyebrow.
"This is the women's section. You are a girl, aren't you? Or is there a conversation we need to have?"
"Sometimes you are so stupid. I meant that I need the fat girls section, if they have one."
That comment Justin did not like, and he made that clear by the expression on his face.
His shook his head at her with disappointment.
"Don't ever let me hear you talk about yourself like that again."
"What? I said I was a fat girl. News flash Justin, the secrets been out for awhile. Besides, I'm talking about myself. I can say whatever I
"But that's my best friend you're talking about, and I won't be having that."
"Guys, I don't think we have time for this argument either," Rachel interjected.
"Fine, fine," Judy held her hands up as a sign of surrender. "Plus sized?"
Justin rolled his eyes, but settled for the compromise. He called over a sales clerk, eagerly waiting to help point them in the right direction.
The day continued on as the day before had. Meet-and-greet at the arena, followed by dinner backstage, and then Justin's 'alone' ritual before
going on stage. Only this time, they were playing in Vegas again the next night, so there was no rushing to the bus and sleeping in the crammed bunks. When
Justin's show was finished he was shuttled back to the hotel in a van, where he went upstairs to take a shower. He was pulling on his jeans when there was
a knock at the door.
Justin smiled when he saw Trace was standing there, along with Beth and Jon. He opened the door wide enough for them to enter before turning to head back
into the room.
"What up, G?"
"Just stopping by to make sure we were still going out tonight."
"Of course," Justin looked at him as if he had four heads. "We gotta go out. It's Vegas, and we only have one night to do it
Trace nodded in agreement, rubbing his hands together.
"Exactly. I just wanted to make sure."
Justin looked over at him as he shrugged a blue button down on over his Harley-Davidson tee-shirt. He could tell that wasn't all that Trace had come
"So," Trace cleared his throat. "How's Judy liking the tour?"
"She's still adjusting. Why didn't you just ask her for yourself?"
"I get the feeling that she doesn't like me very much."
Justin laughed out loud.
"Can't say that I blame her. You did call her a druggie."
"Well I didn't know she was sitting there."
"I know. That's what the problem was. She has this thing about people talking behind her back. Just be nice, she'll come around."
Trace nodded again.
"You two aren't hooking up at you?"
Justin paused mid-cologne spray and gagged when the mist went into his mouth. Trace laughed as his friend coughed before Justin turned to give him a serious
"Where the fuck did that question come from? Did they put you up to that?" He pointed at Beth and Jon.
Jon pointed a finger at Beth. Her jaw dropped and she shook her head no, pointing back at Jon. Justin could only smile at them.
"No guys, we're not hooking up. She's far too into Mason for that."
"Yeah, I saw them talking during dinner. He was getting mighty close."
"I know," Justin shook his head, pulling on a silver diamond studded watch.
"I told her to stay away from him."
"I don't think she's listening."
"Why?" Justin looked up from the laces on his white sneakers.
"Cause he was just leaving her room when I was walking over here."
Justin finished lacing up his other shoe, then he rested his arm on his knee as he thought for a moment. Finally he spoke.
"Hey, I'll meet you downstairs at 11, okay?"
Trace watched with confusion as Justin rushed from the room, Beth and Jon following after him. Judy's room was two doors down, and as he crossed the
short distance he saw Mindy coming out of her room.
"Hi Justin," she smiled.
He gave her as little acknowledgement as possible. He didn't want to be rude, but he didn't really care to talk to her either. He grabbed Judy's
door before it closed and welcomed himself in. She was sitting on the bed wearing blue Class of '04 shorts, a white tank top, and gray high heeled boots
he'd bought her earlier that day.
"What are you doing?" He couldn't help that laugh that escaped his lips when he asked.
She simply smiled happily.
"I love these boots. I don't want to take them off."
He wanted to ask her about Ben, but then he looked to his left and saw Steve and Matt. On his right, were Beth and Jon. He didn't want to discuss this
right in front of two cameras. They'd only play more into the fictional storyline that he had developed feelings for Judy.
"So, you're coming tonight, right?"
"Out. With us."
"I didn't think you were going anywhere 18 and over. I thought you were going to a bar or casino or something."
Judy's brow furrowed.
"Then how can I go? I'm 18, remember? They're not going to let me in."
Justin chuckled at how naïve she was.
"I have so much to teach you about this celebrity thing."
He walked over and took her hand, pulling her from the bed.
"Get ready. You've got a half an hour."
Thirty-five minutes later Judy emerged from the steamy bathroom to find Justin and the crews sitting on the bed watching a Dane Cook special on Comedy
Central. Justin turned to look at her, and his jaw would have dropped had he not caught himself. She wore a blue bubble hem dress that Rachel had talked her
into getting, and the gray knee-high boots from before. Her hair was stick straight and fell over one eye. She looked more like the Judy he'd known before,
but his old Judy wouldn't have been wrenching her hands the way she was now.
"Does this look okay?" She bit her lip and waited on his answer.
"It looks great. Rach was right about that dress."
Steve nodded from behind his camera. Judy smiled and walked to the desk, picking up her purse.
"Well, let's go."
The group headed into the hall where Mike and some hotel security were waiting for them. They escorted Justin and Judy into the elevator and down to the
lobby where everyone else was waiting for them. Including Mason. Justin saw Mason's eyes as soon as they landed on Judy's cleavage and they flashed
with lust. He started to make his way toward them, but thankfully Rachel unknowing cut him off.
"Judy! Oh my gosh, you look great," she drawled. "I love this color on you."
"Oh, but you don't have any make-up on. You need eyeliner."
Judy's face looked a little worried.
"I do? I don't have any."
"That's okay. We'll fix you up in the car. Come on guys, let's go. We're late."
The large group or techies, roadies, dancers, and MTV crew members climbed in several white vans with deeply tinted windows. Justin made sure that Mason
wasn't able to ride with them, wanting to keep Judy as far away from that guy as possible. After a short trip down the strip, the vans pulled up to back of
a building, paparazzi vehicles screeching to a halt all around them. Instantly there were dozens of people outside the vans, flashes going off every second.
Justin's security team and the clubs bouncers pushed them back, laying out a path for the group to get inside.
"Okay crew, ready, set, hit it," Trace said opening the door to the van.
He exited first, Justin getting out second. The paparazzi seemed to grow in size as soon as they saw his face. They pushed and pulled even harder, the
camera flashes began blinding. All of this made Judy want to crawl back into her shell. What was she doing here?
"Come on darlin'," Justin said, reaching his hand out of her.
He pulled her from her seat in the back row and slowly lead her along the path, Rachel following behind them. Judy squeezed his fingers tightly, fearing
what would happen to her if she were to let go and be left behind. Finally they made it inside, and the noise of the clubs sound system was quiet compared to
what outside had been like.
"Are you okay?" Rachel placed a hand on Judy's shoulder.
"I know. It's pretty scary in the beginning. You'll get used to it, unfortunately."
"Hey, guys, this way," Trace waved them forward.
The group was lead down a dark hallway, the walls painted black. Then they went up a steep flight of stairs. Finally at the top they found a VIP section
laid out just for them, completely sectioned off from the rest of the club goers.
"Would you like a drink?" A pretty waitress with red hair came up to Judy.
Apparently that was all it took for Judy to get her party started. While Justin took a seat in a booth, Judy wandered over to the bar to check out the
selection they'd brought up for them. And moments later Mason was by her side, happily paying her tab as she placed order after order.
Justin was a bit taken back by her behavior. He had to get used to the fact that she had changed, possibly permanently. His Judy didn't drink, smoke,
barely cursed, loved to dress up, and was organized to the T. This Judy slept till noon, was unsure of her curves, and currently tossing back Whiskey Sours
like it was going out of style.
By the time they left, at 3am that morning, she was completely trashed. Mason helped her stumble down the steps as she laughed hysterically at her own
"So, what are you doing when we get back? Are you tired?" Mason asked.
Judy shook her head, throwing off her balance. Luckily, Mason's arm was firmly planted around her waist, keeping her steady.
"No! I'm not tired at all. Whoo!!"
"Well, you should come to my room then. We can watch a movie or something. I'm not tired either."
Justin chose that moment to step in. No way was she going to Mason's room, completely wasted, at 3am. He had had plenty of alcohol himself, but he was
still sober enough to know it was a bad idea.
"Hey, same seats man," he told Mason.
Mason nodded, letting Justin remove Judy's arm from around his neck.
"Alright. Judy, I'll see you in a little bit, okay?"
"Yeah, we're gonna watch a movie. I'm so excited!"
She was talking unnecessarily loud and Justin grimaced at her high tone.
"You ready?" He asked her.
They were at the backdoor. Judy nodded, and Justin shook his head. She looked a complete mess.
"Here, I'll take her," Rachel suggested. "You get in the van. We'll be fine, they don't care about us."
Justin looked Judy over, the playful drunken gleam in her eyes. Then he handed her over to Rachel.
"How you feeling, girl?" Rachel asked.
"Gooood," Judy sang.
Justin chuckled to himself, walking out the door behind Mike. There weren't an many paparazzi outside, thought there were still far too many for his
liking. He went straight to the van and got inside, sitting away from the door so they couldn't take his picture while he waited. Rachel and Judy came out
next, stumbling over each other's feet slightly. They made it to the van safely, followed by Trace who was teasing them about not being able to hold their
liquor. Once Beth, Matt, Jon, and Steve were inside the door was slammed shut and they pulled away. Justin was looking out the window at the bright lights when
he felt eyes on him.
"Hi," Judy sounded with a smile.
She looked so cute Justin couldn't help but smile back.
"Hi. You are so wasted."
"No I'm not," she giggled.
"Yes. You are. It's time for you to drink a gallon of water and go to bed."
"Yeah," she sighed. "I am tired. You must be really tired if I'm tired because you had the show earlier. What are you doing
"I've got to host this golf thing."
"Golf?" She scrunched up her face.
"Have fun with that buddy."
"I will. I love golf."
Judy leaned her head on his shoulder and folded her arms. Justin dropped a hand down to her lap, patting her knee comfortingly. She laid on him the entire
ride back, and in the elevator on the way up to their rooms. Justin walked to his door, and then watched her continue down the hall, expecting her to enter her
own room. But when she kept going he went after her.
"Where you heading?"
"Huh?" She whirled around. "Oh, I'm going to Mason's room. We're gonna watch a movie before we go to bed. I'm not tired
"You were practically asleep in the car."
"I was just resting my eyes, Justin."
She turned her back to keep walking and Justin grabbed her arm.
"Why don't you come to my room? You can watch a movie with me."
"No. No, I don't want to keep you awake. You did all that stuff today and you have that golf thing tomorrow. You need to go to bed more than I do.
I'll see you at the venue tomorrow, okay?"
She gave him a kiss on the cheek and turned away again. Justin jumped in front of her.
"Justin, come on. Don't worry, I'll be fine. We're just gonna talk, okay?"
She stepped around him and Justin grabbed her arm once again, seeing Mason watching for her at the door to his hotel room.
"Judy, stop it."
"Stop acting like a slut."
As soon as the words left his mouth he wanted to take them back. Not only were they inappropriate on their own, but Mason, Mike, and the camera crew were
standing there watching them. Mostly he wanted to take it back because he saw the look in her eyes. He shook his head, trying to shake some of the drunkenness
away. It didn't work.
She ripped her arm from his grasp roughly.
"Umm. I don't think that's what I meant."
"You don't think?" Her brow furrowed.
He reached for her again but she stepped back from him.
"No!" She was angry now, her eyes fiery. "I expected to be judged by the world Justin, but not by you."
She paused for a moment, her words echoing in the silence before she brushed past him and down the hall where Mason was waiting. Justin watched as they
disappeared behind the crème colored door. Then he looked over at Mike. The bigger man shook his head sadly. Angrily Justin swapped his keycard into the door
lock, entered his room, and slammed the door behind himself.
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Justin didn't see Judy until well into the afternoon that next day. He woke up that morning and was immediately ushered to the golf course. It was a
benefit for a children's foundation, and a few other celebrities were in attendance. Judy would have loved it, had it not been for their argument
He thought about what had happened all through the benefit, and it threw off his game. He didn't even make top three. He felt bad for what he had said.
She wasn't acting slutty, she was acting like someone on the rebound. She'd just gotten out of the most serious relationship she'd had to far and
all of a sudden here was this guy, with this glamorous profession, sweet talking her. Of course she was going to be interested. Besides, she had been drunk
beyond recognition. She didn't know what she was doing. She'd been young, naïve, and plastered, and he'd humiliated her on TV.
As soon as he got the chance he was going to apologize. He didn't have the right to judge her the way he had. He needed to make sure that their
friendship was okay, and still intact. He was also dying of curiosity to know what had happened behind that locked door.
However, finding Judy to apologize to her was a lot easier said than done. He went by the hotel after the golf gig, and knocked on her door only to receive
no answer. When he got to the venue, she didn't show-up for the meet-and-greet. He was hoping he'd see her during dinner when he headed outside to
where the BBQ was set-up. Justin half-filled a plate, more killing time so he'd have a chance to scan the large crowd for her face. But by the time he was
done he still hadn't found her.
"Where is Judy?" He turned to Beth, who was next to him with her ever faithful camera.
Beth shrugged in response. Justin turned, looking over the crowd again. He saw Mason walking out through the double doors. Judy wasn't with him, but he
certainly looked cheerful. He spotted Justin off to the side and gave his employer a smile. Justin felt rage beginning to seep down his spine.
Without saying a word Justin tossed his plate in a nearby garbage can and headed back inside, through the twisting halls to his dressing room, where he
slammed the door shut. It only opened again and in walked Rachel and Trace, followed by Beth and Jon.
"What is your deal?" Trace asked. "Since when do you storm away from a BBQ spread?"
Justin sat down on the sofa with a sigh, dropping his head into his hands.
"I've been looking for Judy all day and I haven't seen her."
"Why are you looking? Are you going to apologize?"
Justin raised his head at Rachel's question and narrowed his eyes on her.
"Do you know where she is?" Justin asked.
"Apologize for what?" Trace asked.
"Maybe. But if you're looking for her so you can say more mean things to her than no, I don't."
"What mean things? Apologize for what?" Trace asked again, looking back and forth between them both.
"Rach, if you know where she went you better tell me right now."
"Or what? You'll call Auntie Lynn on me?"
"Hello?! Am I talking to myself here? What do you have to apologize for?"
Trace finally stepped between them, sick of being ignored and out of the loop. Justin let out a sigh and leaned back against the sofa.
"I called her a slut."
Trace's eyebrows raised.
"In the hallway last night, in front of everyone," Rachel added.
Trace's jaw dropped and he sat down in the chair opposite Justin.
"Man, and I thought my calling her a junkie was bad."
Justin's shoulders slumped. They weren't helping him feel any better.
"So are you going to apologize? You better be getting ready to apologize," Rachel pushed.
"Why did you say that?" Trace interjected.
"I don't know," Justin said earnestly. "She was trying to go to Mason's room, and it was 3am, and we had all been drinking, and she
was wearing that dress."
"That's what you get for getting an 18 year old drunk," Trace scolded.
"I didn't get her drunk. That was Mr. Smooth Mason's plan to get her drunk."
"Don't blame this on the dress," Rachel interrupted. "This is your fault, not the dress' fault. I couldn't believe my ears when I
heard that come out of your mouth. That's not the Southern boy I know."
"I know, I know. I just overreacted. Horribly. She didn't deserve what I said."
"Then why did you say it? I don't understand where that came from."
Rachel sat down on the arm of the sofa next to him. Justin shook his head with a sigh.
"I just know what she's been through this past year. I don't want her getting mixed up with that jerk and then getting hurt again. She's
not even over what happened the last time."
"Well how do you know she's getting mixed up with him? Did anything even happen last night?" Trace was trying to find a bright side.
"No." Rachel answered quickly.
Justin turned to look up at her.
"She was too upset over what you said to do anything with him, even if she had wanted too."
"So you have talked to her."
"If I tell you where she is, you promise you're going to use the information for good?"
"Last time I saw her, she was hiding out on the bus."
Justin stood, preparing to head out back to where the buses were parked. When he yanked the door open a stage hand was there, preparing to knock.
"Justin, they need you out on stage."
His conversation with Judy would have to wait, work was calling.
Judy didn't show up to Justin's dressing up before the show, which meant no one had been there to rub his shoulders before he went on stage.
Thankfully he was a seasoned enough performer that it didn't affect his show, but every time he went back stage to change or get water he had a moment to
think about it.
When he boarded the bus afterwards to leave Las Vegas he skipped the shower and headed straight for the backroom. He opened the door, and it was dark. He
turned, walking down the narrow hall to Judy's bunk. The curtain was pulled closed, as were Trace and Rachel's bunks. He could hear Trace's deep
breathing, so he knew they were already sleeping.
He knelt down by her bunks, speaking softly.
"Judy, are you awake?"
He waited for an answer, but none came. He felt bad waking her, but there was something he needed to get off of his chest. He pulled back one of the
curtains, and was met with her pillow. The bunk was empty. Justin stood, and paused for a moment.
Where could she be? Did she get left behind in Las Vegas? Had she decided to ride on Mason's bus for the night? Had she jumped on a plane back to
Central Valley? His mind began to reel with possibilities and he headed toward the front of the bus to tell the drive to stop, when he heard a cough.
It hadn't come from Rachel or Trace, the voice wasn't the same. It wasn't Mike. He was in the bathroom. That only left one person. Justin headed
back towards the backroom, pushing open the door again. He flicked on the light and there was Judy, curled up on the sofa under a blue blanket.
He waited for her to sit up and look at him, but she didn't move. After a moment she let out a snore. Justin's eyes rolled dramatically.
"I know you're awake, Judy. You don't even sound like that when you snore."
Judy's eyes opened and he could see the annoyance bluntly written across her face as she sat up. He closed the door and moved to sit next to her.
"What is it?"
"Why have you been hiding out all day?"
Judy gave him a look, as if the answer wasn't obvious enough.
"You really need to ask?"
"No, I don't," he said.
He was silent for a bit, and Judy repeated her question.
"Well, what is it?"
"I need to tell you something. Judy, I'm sorry. I had no right to say what I said."
"No, you didn't."
She was staring hard at the carpet beneath her feet, and he could tell by her tone that she was still angry. Very angry.
"I didn't. And I'm sorry. I was trying to look out for you, and I took it entirely too far. I shouldn't have judged you like
"You embarrassed me is what you did."
He nodded, rubbing the stubble that was growing on his chin.
"I know. I'm sorry."
Judy sat there, arms folded across her chest. Finally her shoulders relaxed a little and she looked toward him. Not at him, but her head tilted in his
general direction so he could see more of her face.
"Well, I appreciate your apology, but I'm still really, really angry with you."
"I just don't understand why you said that? I mean, I know you said you were looking out for me, but I wasn't doing anything wrong. We were
gonna pay-per-view a movie. Besides, I'm 18. I'm old enough to make my own decision."
Inwardly Justin wanted to laugh. He remembered being 18 and thinking he knew all there was to know about the world. Now, at 23, he realized he didn't
"I know. I guess I was just concerned that you were going to do something you'd end up regretting. I told you, that guy is sleazy. And you're
still a wreck from what Ben did to you. I didn't want you running to the next guy who flashed you a smile so you could get hurt again. I mean, do you
really think you're ready for that kind of relationship?"
The truth was, while he was concerned about the stability of Judy's fragile heart, he'd been more jealous of Mason than anything. He paid far too
much attention to Judy, and she was too eager to return the favor. He could see exactly where this was going. They'd hang out once in awhile, and then
it'd turn into all day. Next she'd be talking to him on the phone all night during bus rides, and then she'd be crawling into his bed when she was
lonely at night. That would leave him completely out of the picture, and that he absolutely could not have.
"I'm not a wreck," she defended. "And if I were planning on doing something with Mason, that's not really your business. You're
my friend, not my Dad."
Justin perched his lips.
"You're right," he said dryly.
Judy went back to staring at the carpet, arms still tightly folded across her chest. Eventually she dropped them and began to pick at the chipping polish on
"But I guess it's good that you were trying to take care of me. I guess you had my interest in mind."
"Always," he said honestly, turning towards her. "I always have your best interest at heart. I just let it get the best of me, for a
"Yeah," she said regretfully.
"Are you still really, really mad at me?"
Judy shrugged one shoulder.
"I guess now I'm just mad at you."
"Well, I got rid of the two really's. That's good I guess."
She smirked meekly.
"And the beginnings of a smile. That's good too."
She pushed him away when he leaned in front of her, making a funny face by crossing his eyes. He always had a way of making her feel better, even when he
was the problem.
"I hate you," she muttered.
"Does that mean I can have a hug?"
"No, you can't."
"Come on, just one?"
He didn't wait for her answer as he put his arms around her, squeezing her against her will and laying his head on her shoulder. Judy was squirming,
trying to get one of her arms free so she could shove him off. He smiled, nonchalantly pinning her arms to her side as he relaxed again her.
"Get off me, you freak of nature."
"Ahh, there is it. I feel the love now."
It was just past 5am when the bus pulled in behind a hotel in Fresno, CA. As was routine, Justin was pulled from his bunk and shuttled inside, followed by
everyone else a few minutes later. Judy was practically a zombie as she wandered through the lobby behind Rachel. Her eyes were open, her body going through
the motions, but nothing was quite making it to her brain.
Except for when she got off of the elevator on their floor. She began to get excited over the idea of being in a nice, quiet room all alone and sleeping in
a real bed for a couple of hours. She swiped her key through the slot and opened the door, only to hear the shower running. She walked further into the room
and there was Justin, digging through his toiletry bag. He looked up when he heard the door click closed.
"Hey there Jamba Juice."
Why did he always have a different variation of her horrid high school nickname?
"What are you doing in here?"
"Well, the hotel was booked up when we tried to add an extra room for you -probably fans trying to catch a glimpse of me - so, you and I get to bunk
Judy stood there, staring at him with exhausted eyes.
"Unless you'd rather stay with Rach."
"No, you're fine."
Finally she moved. She collapsed on top of the bed. She didn't bother pulling down the blankets as she fluffed the pillows and laid her head down.
Justin smirked at her.
"What are you doing? Go to bed."
He barely heard her words, muffled by a pillow.
"Can't. I've got an early photoshoot. I'd be in the shower, if I could only find my axe shower gel."
Well at least he was going to be leaving, and she could get some rest in peace.
"Well, say hello to Kevin Federline for me if you see him."
Justin's response was to throw his tube of toothpaste at her butt before he closed the bathroom door.
By 3pm that afternoon Justin Timberlake was behind schedule. Judy had made it to the venue before him, which had never happened before. With no Rachel to
talk to and no Trace to ignore she wandered the halls aimlessly, her pass securely around her neck.
She heard her name echo against the white concrete walls, and there was Mason, jogging towards her.
She gave him a casual hug when he reached her, and her heart fluttered at the smile he gave her.
"How are you doing?"
"Better. Sorry, again, for being such a drunken mess the other night."
"Don't worry about it. I'm always happy to be a shoulder for a friend to cry on. So, did you talk to Justin?"
Judy nodded, tucking her black hair behind her ears.
"Yeah, we talked last night. He apologized for what he said."
"Good. He was kinda messed up for that. I know you two are good friends, and I don't want to come between you guys."
"You aren't," she assured. "Me and you are friends too. He was just acting like his usual self, the over protective big
"Are you sure that's all it is?" Mason raised an eyebrow at her.
"What else would it be?"
He took in the innocent look on her face and smiled.
"Nothing. So, what are you doing right now?"
"Killing time. Justin isn't back from his shoot yet."
"Well, you wanna help me make my rounds?"
"Sure!" She answered immediately.
Mason offered his arm, leading her down the hall as she giggled delightfully. She walked with him as he went from station to station; making sure everything
was running smoothly. They'd done the show enough times now that everyone knew their job and most of the kinks had been worked out.
She stayed with him for an hour, watching as he did his job from managing various workers, doing repairs on some of the set pieces, to meeting with the tour
director to report what still needed to be done. Finally it was after 4pm and she knew Justin was there, because she had seen the meet-and-greet tour go by
earlier, headed for an empty room where the Q&A would take place.
"I better get going," Judy said. "But thanks for letting me tag along. I would have been bored out of my mind without you."
"Sure. Thanks for keeping me company."
Judy smirked, and turned on her heels, heading down the hall towards the conference room.
"Hey Judy," he stopped her. "Can I ask you something?"
She turned, waiting patiently as we walked towards her, closing the distance between them.
"Would you maybe wanna go out tonight? I know this great restaurant I'd like to take you too. It doesn't have to be a date type thing, you
know, unless you want it to be."
Judy chuckled on the inside at his nervousness. If he truly was the player Justin had claimed he was, he certainly wasn't acting like.
"Sure, I'd like that," she said.
His shoulders lowered with relief.
"And it can be a date type thing too."
"Great. How's eleven sound, right after the show?"
"Cool. I'll see ya."
As Judy walked away, the prospect of a new love interest in mind, she felt like she was floating on air. By the time she made it there, Justin was already
seated at the front table, the entire room in a fit of giggles.
"Where do you guys hear this stuff?" He was asking.
A young man in skinny jeans and a black hoodie was standing, trying to contain his own laughter.
"I read it on the internet."
"The devil," Justin said simply, making the room laugh again. "No, no that is definitely not true. There is truth, whatsoever, to the Joshtin
Judy watched him, a smile creeping onto her face. He really was quite charming, when he wanted to be. He was casual, and relatable. She guessed that was
what most of his fans liked about him. When she'd been a closet Nsync fan her attraction was to JC, she only gave Justin the time of day when he was doing
something that displayed his abs or his biceps. But now, she completely understood his popularity, especially since she knew him personally. He had this way of
talking to you that made you feel like you were the only one in the room, or like you were someone special to him. No wonder so many girls melted when he
looked at them. It was like you were the only thing he saw.
"I'm sorry folks, that's all the time we have. If you'll please form a line over there behind the white tape, Justin will sign any
memorabilia you have today."
Judy chose that time to walk over to him, bypassing the forming line.
"Well Timberlake, you certainly are the life of the party."
Justin smiled at her, signing the worn 1998 Nsync tour book a fan placed before him.
"Just doing my job. That is what the girls love me for, isn't it?"
"Not me. I love you for your witty remarks and ability to disgust me by how quickly you can devour a cheeseburger."
"Fastest gums in the West."
He punctuated his statement by biting at her playfully.
"So, I have great news."
"Hold that thought," he said.
Justin leaned forward, signing the push-up bra supported left breast of a 30-something year old woman. She smiled seductively before sauntering out of the
room and toward the arena where the sound check would occur. Justin, ever so discreetly, watched from the corner of his eye until she turned the corner. He did
have a thing for older women. Judy waited patiently, until finally she couldn't stand it.
"Are you done oogling yet?"
Justin sat back in his metal folding chair.
"You're being all feisty today. Your news must be something good."
"Well, are you going to tell me or keep me in suspense?"
"Keep you in suspense. I'll tell you over dinner."
Before Justin could question, or begin that high-pitched whine of his, Judy left the room. She headed towards the venue floor, wondering which of her new
outfits she was going to wear that night.
Dinner was at 7pm, out back in the arenas patio. Picnic tables were set up, one of them covered with a spread of Italian food. Pastas, sausages, red and
white wines. As if any of them needed to drink on the job. Steve and Jon followed Justin and Judy as they made their plates, and then settled at a table in the
"I'm gonna get a drink. You want one?"
Judy nodded a yes to Justin's question and watched as he disappeared towards the table. He returned a moment later, two short glasses in his hands. He
set one down by his plate, and the other by hers, sitting down with one leg on either side of the bench.
"What'd you get?"
"Jack and coke for me."
"Hey naw," he turned up his nose. "I don't drink that. Unless I'm in Napa."
"And what'd you get me?"
She picked up her glass and sipped it, expecting the burn of alcohol. It tasted plain.
"You just got coke."
"Because, when you drink you get crazy. And I don't need any little alchies running around backstage."
Judy gave him a sincere frown.
"So, what's the news you teased me with earlier?"
Judy grinned as she took a bite of fettuccini. She dropped her fork carelessly with a clank and turned to him.
"I have a date."
That made Justin pause, his spaghetti just barely touching his bottom lip before he set the fork down.
"With who? Wait, let me guess: Mason," he said Mason's name in a dreamy way, mocking the state Judy had been in all evening.
"Yes." She made her annoyance known with a roll of her eye. "He asked me this afternoon. We're going out tonight."
"Tonight? He isn't planning on leaving during the show, is he?"
Judy shook her head, taking another forkful into her mouth.
"No, we're going out after. There's some restaurant he wants to take me too."
Justin's head tilted, and he gave her a look that read 'do I look stupid?'
"That means you'll be leaving at like midnight. What restaurant is still accepting customers that late?"
Judy shrugged, chewing on a piece of garlic bread. Justin opened his mouth to speak, but instead tossed a sausage slice into his mouth.
"What?" Judy questioned. "What is it?"
Justin shook his head.
"Nothing. Nothing. I'm keeping my opinions to myself, they only get me into trouble."
Judy reached over, picking up his glass and taking a sip. She grimaced a bit, then took a gulp before setting it down.
"Don't fret, Dad. I have good feelings about this one."
After dinner Judy went back to the hotel to get ready. Their next stop on the tour was Portland, Oregon, a 12-hour drive away. They were staying in Fresno
for the night and then driving all of the next day to play a Portland show that night. Justin's schedule was exhausting. She was just along for the fun of
it, she didn't have to do any work like everyone else, and even she was constantly tired. She could only imagine how he felt.
Judy took her time getting ready. She took a long, hot shower, tried on 5 different outfits, and pinned her hair up in a bun. It'd been a long time
since she'd felt the need to be girly, or dress up for anyone. She was beginning to feel more and more like her old self.
By the time Justin made it back to the hotel, Judy was already gone. He could tell she'd been there by the whirlwind mess she'd left their room in.
For the first time, he wished the rules of their old show had applied then. Then she wouldn't have been able to go on that stupid date, with that stupid
guy, to that stupid restaurant without him there to keep an eye on her. Without even thinking, he decided to wait up for her. He wanted to hear every
disgusting, stupid detail while it was still fresh in her mind.
It was 1am when he fell asleep, no sign of Judy in sight.
It was 2:30am when Judy finally did enter the hotel, draped over Mason's arm. The girl was obviously intoxicated, once again. She giggled obsessively at
everything she laid her eyes on. And even as Mason shushed her, she chuckled at him. She made faces, giggling at her reflection in the mirrored elevator doors.
She giggled at the numbers and arrows on the plaque pointing them in the direction of their rooms. She even giggled at the security guard standing watch in the
"Ooh! Here we are!" Judy stopped walking and turned to a red door.
Mason sounded a soft 'shhh' in her ear and she snorted a laugh.
"Sorry. Sorry, you're right. Justin's in there and he's probably sleeping. I'll be quiet."
Mason frowned at the mention of Justin's name.
"Judy, can I tell you something? Something private?"
She turned to look at him, her brown eyes questionable.
"You can tell me anything."
He glanced behind her, seeing Beth and Matt there, silently recording. He stepped closer to her, his expression vulnerable and hesitant. She didn't
fight him in the slightest when he put an arm around her waist and leaned his head down to whisper to her.
"I like you. A lot. Like, more than someone in my position should."
She couldn't help but feel excited, not just by his words, but by how close he was to her body.
"And what position is that?"
"One where a guy could get into a lot of trouble for liking a girl like you. Justin seems pretty protective of you. Are you sure there's nothing
going on between you two?"
Judy shook her head.
"Nothing. He's just a friend. You're not moving in on the boss's girl."
Mason smiled, taking one of her hands and playing with her fingertips.
"Hey, I've got an idea. Why don't you come to my room, instead of waking Justin up? We can party some more."
"Yeah. I can order something from room service. We'll pay-per-view another movie. We can talk, maybe cuddle."
Her eyes sparkled as if the idea had never occurred to her before. Mason smirked at how adorable she was, and leaned down, placing a kiss on her lips. Judy
froze for a moment, almost paralyzed. She hadn't kissed anyone since Ben. It felt foreign, and different. It wasn't the rhythm she was used too, they
weren't the lips she was accustomed too. But she couldn't help the rush of excitement that washed over her as she kissed him back. Finally, she was
kissing someone else. Maybe she was getting over Ben faster than she thought.
"Come to my room with me," he whispered between kisses.
Judy didn't answer. She just allowed herself to be swept away.
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Justin awoke at 4am. He'd forgotten to set his alarm, but luckily his body clock remembered that they were leaving early to make the next show. For once
his lack of ability to sleep past sunrise was working in his favor. He lifted his head, looking at the TV which was now playing an infomercial. He couldn't
remember what he'd been watching a few hours before. The bedside lamp was still on, and the side of the bed where Judy should have been was untouched. He
sucked in a heavy sigh and sat up. Then he swung his legs over the side and headed for the door. The first person he saw was Mike, standing guard, and he
nodded to the burly man.
"Have you seen Judy?"
"Nope, not since she came back last night."
Justin frowned, turning back into the room. They were checking out at 4:30am. Would she make it back by then? Where was she now? Was she still with Mason?
Where had they gone? Did he try anything? He had so many questions to ask her that he could barely keep his mind focused. He packed all of his things, and all
of hers. He was a professional at fast packing now.
Justin opened the door, setting two pieces of their luggage against the wall in the hallway for the bellhop to pick up. He was getting ready to go back
inside and get more when he spotted her down the hall.
She was barefoot, her boots in her hand. Her denim skirt and black and red tank were rumpled, as was her hair. She was at Mason's door, leaning in to
give him a kiss -on the lips. Justin shuddered at the thought. He shook his head subtly, solemnly, as she began to walk towards him, running her fingertips
over her bottom lip. The dreamy look, the clothes from the night before, it was the morning after Walk of Shame. And it was his Judy making it. He knew
immediately by the way she walked that they'd had sex. It was unmistakably written all over her features. He didn't know what to think.
It quickly turned into the morning after Run of Shame when she saw Justin there holding their hotel room door open.
"Sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry," she began.
When she reached him, she smelled of alcohol and cigarette smoke. What kind of restaurant had this been?
"We totally lost track of time. I'll be ready in five minutes. Five minutes!"
She scurried past him and into the room, grabbing a suitcase and undoing the work he'd just done. Justin rolled his eyes and followed her back
"You have three minutes."
Fifteen minutes later they were all aboard the bus, devouring the box of donuts someone had brought onboard for them. They were going to be on the road for
the next 12 hours, and were at the mercy of whatever was left in the mini-fridge once this was all gone.
"Judy? Are you okay?"
Rachel had witnessed the girl yawning 5 times in the span of 7 minutes.
"I'm fine. Just didn't get much sleep last night."
"She didn't get any sleep last night," Justin remarked bitterly.
"Bad dream?" Rachel asked.
"No. I was out really late, with Mason."
Rachel and Trace raised their eyebrows, waiting to hear more.
"Really now? Well, tell us about this development. Was it a date?"
"It was a non-date, date type thing."
"Ah. I understand."
Trace looked at Rachel, wondering if that was some kind of girl code he didn't get.
"I don't understand," he admitted.
"So, what happened?" Rachel pushed. "How did he ask you? Where did you go?"
"Well, it all started yesterday afternoon when I was waiting for Justin to get to the venue…"
Justin stood abruptly, unable to and uninterested in listening to this story. He didn't want to know any of the disgusting details of their stupid date,
or the events that occurred thereafter. He picked up his cup of coffee and headed for the backroom.
"Come on Trace, let's work on those designs."
"Oh, Justin, I wanna listen to this story really quick-." Trace began, only to be interrupted by a grumpy voice.
"Come on, Trace."
Trace frowned dramatically, climbing from the booth. He reached into a cabinet and pulled out a few manila folders and a dozen white papers before heading
to the backroom.
"Fill me in on the details later," he told Rachel.
"I'm coming, dude. Don't get your tighty-whiteys in a bunch."
Rachel and Judy watched Trace disappear before they went back to their conversation.
"So, tell me!"
"Well, I was waiting for you guys to get there, and I was alone so he invited me to go along with him while he did his rounds checking up on everyone
"That's very thoughtful of him."
"That's what I thought. So, I went so I'd have something to do instead of standing around looking like a loser. And then later when I knew you
guys were back, I went to leave and he asked me if I wanted to go out to dinner after the show."
"What restaurant is open that late?"
"That's what Justin said," Judy rolled her eyes. "It was a hole in the wall place with a jukebox."
"Sounds like a bar."
"Maybe. But no one carded me. Anyways, we drank, and we danced, and we talked and talked."
"Nothing. Everything. Just random things that popped into our minds. We talked about Justin, about things back home."
Judy shrugged again, a blush rising over her cheeks.
"It was. That might have been one of the most romantic dates I've ever been on."
"So what were you doing up all night? Answering all of Justin's nosy questions?"
"No, actually I didn't see Justin until this morning. I slept in Mason's room."
Rachel sat forward, a grin on her face as she wiggled her eyebrows up and down.
"Now we're getting to the good part."
"Nothing happened," Judy giggled.
Rachel didn't believe her in the slightest.
"Yeah. We just hung out. I didn't wanna wake Justin up so Mason suggested I sleep there. And he was a perfect gentleman."
Rachel tilted her head, trying to make Judy crack under her stare. She didn't, and Rachel relented.
"So, did you kiss him?"
"He kissed me goodnight. It was so sweet. He was nervous, the camera crew standing there watching us. But it was cute."
"Is he a good kisser?"
"Yeah. It was a little different, you know, because I'm used to my ex. But I think he was good."
"You think?" Rachel questioned. "Then he's not the one either. You'll know when it is. He'll kiss you so good you'll forget
your own name."
Judy outright laughed.
"I don't think I've ever met a guy who could make me forget my name, via a kiss or not. I was pretty smitten with Ben in the beginning, but
even he wasn't that good."
"Oh, just wait. I was in love like that once. His name was Brett Miller," she said wistfully. "He was quarterback on the football team. Tall,
dark hair, dark eyes. He was so cute. He used to take me to the drive-in."
"They still have drive-ins?"
"If you're in Millington they do. We don't have any of those fancy-schmancy indoor theatres like you do out West. But we would go every Friday
night, and usually see some stupid movie about aliens or serial killers. We didn't watch, we were busy making out. But the time we were done the only word
I remembered how to say was 'huh'?"
"What happened to him?"
"Justin, Trace, and my brother went to visit him one day. I don't know what they said but they put the fear of God in him. Suddenly he wasn't
so interest in me."
"Justin? He doesn't seem like he could put the fear of God in a fly."
"Don't let that act fool you. He comes off as sweet and perverted, but he can get pretty intimidating when he wants to."
"I'll have to take your word for it, because I don't see it."
"I'm sure you will one day. So, Ben. You don't talk about him much."
"Not much to tell," the carefree grin faded from her face and she looked out the window. "I was in high school. He was older, and handsome,
joining the military. We were in love, and now we aren't. The end."
"Hmm," Rachel leaned her chin into the palm of her hand. "That summary of yours tells me one thing."
"That there's a lot of more than what you told me."
Meanwhile in the back…
"You're not even interested in working on this, are you?"
Trace dropped the design papers on the sofa. Justin was busy staring silently out of the window at the passing scenery.
"You're not even listening to me."
Justin turned toward him, mindlessly flipping through the papers. While there was work to be done for William Rast, he couldn't focus long enough to get
"If we're not gonna do this than why did you pull me back here?"
"I was bored," he lied.
"Bored? Judy was gonna tell us about her date last night. I know how much you love Mason."
Justin huffed, turning back to the window, and Trace nodded knowingly.
"Oh, I get it. You don't want to know about her date."
"What I already know is enough."
"And what's that?"
"That she was drunk. That she had to do the Walk of Shame this morning."
"No." Trace shook his head. "Judy? She doesn't seem like the type to move that fast."
"Well apparently she does."
"Well, how do you know anything happened? Did she tell you?"
Justin gave Trace a look.
"Trust me, I could tell. Besides, have you ever brought a drunk girl to your room in the middle of the night and not gotten any?"
"What's a good point?"
The door opened and there stood Rachel.
"Justin's calling Judy a whore."
Rachel's jaw dropped and she quickly shut the door behind herself, hoping Judy hadn't heard that comment. Trace received a very hard punch to the
arm, causing him to wince.
"Justin Randall-," Rachel began, sitting next to Trace.
"I didn't! He's lying. All I said was she stayed in Mason's room last night."
"That hardly makes her a whore. Nothing happened."
"How do you know?" Justin questioned.
"She told me."
"And you believe her?"
"Why shouldn't I? Don't you?"
"I believe my eyes. You didn't see what I saw."
"But you weren't there."
"Like I'd want to be a fly on the wall during that situation."
"Well, ask Mason if you don't believe her."'
"Like that turd would tell the truth either."
"Know what this sounds like to me? Sounds like someone's jealous," she said in a sing-song voice.
"I'm not jealous!" He huffed.
Rachel and Trace exchanged a look, both stifling their laughter.
"I'm mad that she doesn't trust me enough to tell me the truth."
"Maybe it's because she knows you'll act like a baby if she does."
Justin rolled his eyes.
"Weren't you in the front gossiping? What happened to that?"
"Judy went to bed, I'm done now."
Judy slept for the next 9 hours of the ride, her snoring filtering from the small confining bunk into the hallway. To block her out, Justin worked
feverishly on the plans for William Rast. He scribbled designs, then erased them, and scribbled again. He read over business papers, adding his signature,
changing stipulations, making a mental checklist of what still needed to be done.
When they were 2 hours away they began to take turns in the shower, Rachel going first, then Trace, then Justin. He took his things with him, showering,
brushing his teeth, and then getting dressed. When he opened the door Judy was there in the front room, patiently waiting for her turn. Her tired eyes showed
that she still hadn't slept long enough. She showered and dressed, and then sat out in the front room with Rachel, playing with make-up.
Justin guessed it was for Mason, so when he saw her face it was his bitterness that didn't allow him to admit how pretty she looked. He wanted to hate
the navy blue liner around her eyes that made them pop, and the pink gloss over her full lips. But, he couldn't. So he just grumbled to himself and focused
on the TV.
He didn't speak to her at all, until the bus pulled in behind the amphitheatre and everyone got off. Rachel and Trace, sick of the tension, practically
ran when the motor stopped. Justin would have gone right along with them, had he had his backpack ready to go.
He heard her voice, but he didn't look up from the bag he was hurriedly stuffing things into.
"Justin? Are you mad at me?"
He shook his head.
"Of course not," he muttered. "Why would I be?"
"Well, you seem like you are. We're on this tiny bus all day and you keep avoiding me. And you stormed away this morning. Is this about my staying
out with Mason last night?"
Justin shook his head again, zipping up the backpack. He started to put it on, when he felt arms wrap around his waist. Judy hugged him tightly, resting her
head on his shoulder blade. She hated the silent treatment, especially when it was from him.
"Please don't be mad at me, Jay," she whispered. "I won't see him anymore if that's what you want."
Justin melted inside, turning in her arms, and looking down at her face. Her eyes were pleading with him not to make her follow through with what she'd
just said. Deep down he knew then that she would in fact never speak to Mason again if that's what it would take for him to go back to normal. All he had
to do was nod, and she'd regretfully cut him out of her life. But she was a big girl, and he didn't have the right to take Mason away from her. Even if
the guy was a sleaze ball. It would also leave a bitter taste in Judy's mouth where Justin was concerned.
"No," he said, putting his arms around her as well. "No, you don't have to do that."
"But that is what's bothering you, isn't it?"
"Well, I have to admit it bothers me a little. But I know you really like him, and I need to get used to that. I shouldn't try to make you feel bad
about it. Sorry."
"I'm sorry too. I knew you didn't like him so I shouldn't have gushed about him in front of you."
"Well, that wasn't so much your fault as it was Rachel's. She likes to cause problems."
Judy smirked, removing her arms from around his waist and grabbing his two hands in her own. She rested her chin on his chest, leaning against him as they
"So, are you done being mad at me now? Can we be friends again?"
"We weren't not friends, Juicy." He tucked a few strands of hair behind her ears. "I was just…"
"Having a tantrum?" She supplied.
Justin chewed on his lips thoughtfully.
"Something like that."
Judy stood there looking at him, and couldn't help but notice that he seemed distracted by something. He was staring at her, almost wistfully. And then
his vision began to drift lower to her lips. She smiled, and so did he, softly, nearly absentmindedly. Maybe there was something stuck in her teeth. But that
wouldn't explain why suddenly he had turned so serious, and the mood so intense.
"What?" She asked quietly.
Justin raised his hand, running it through her hair before his fingers grazed down the side of her neck. She stepped back and broke their gaze,
uncomfortable with how intimate they suddenly seemed. Justin's hand moved up her neck to her chin, tilting her head so she was looking up at him once
"I don't know," he answered.
He looked almost as confused as she did by his movements. But that quickly, the moment was ruined. The door to the bus opened and there stood Steve and Matt
on the steps. The two pairs looked at one another, Steve raising an eyebrow. Then a staticy voice sounded over their walkie-talkies and Steve raised his camera
to his shoulder. Justin cleared his throat, stepping back from Judy. He tossed his backpack onto his shoulder and headed for the door.
"Come on Judy, we're late."
"The meet and greet. MTV wants you there this time."
She was hurrying to keep up with Justin's long legs as he walked briskly through the halls of the arena. He seemed to already know where he was going,
and she assumed he'd played here several times before.
"I don't know. Just come on."
She followed him down the halls until they came to a large room with a large sign saying MEET AND GREET HERE hanging on the door. Mike was there, keeping
watch for them. He opened the door when Justin and Judy arrived and instantly camera flashes went off and screams sounded. Justin waved to the crowd, moving to
the long table to take a seat. Judy started to stand off to the side, but Rachel gave her a gentle nudge towards the table.
"There's a chair there for you too," she said.
Judy was officially confused. She moved to the chair, taking a seat as she scanned the crowd. She spotted three girls wearing home-made white tee-shirts
that read: We Luv Judy 4eva! What was that about? She pointed it out to Justin, and he shrugged in response.
"I guess word on the show has gotten out. You have more fans than you thought."
"Okay ladies and gentlemen, if you'll take your seats we're going to get started…"
The meet and greet continued on as normal. Justin was charming and comical, answering all the questions he wanted too and dodging the ones that were too
personal. Judy began to wonder why she was even there. No one was talking to her. She was considering getting up and going to the dressing room when a fan said
"Actually, my question is for Judy," a girl pointed at her.
Justin nodded, sitting back in his chair and looking at Judy expectantly. He was enjoying seeing her in the spotlight, much to her dismay.
"I heard on the internet that you and Ben were getting married. Is that true?"
Judy snorted. She and Ben getting married? No. No, no, no. She hadn't been stupid enough the make that mistake. She was also thankful that she
hadn't wound up pregnant while they were together either.
"No, that's not true," she answered. "Ben and I broke up before the filming of the show began."
"So you guys keep dating after Senior Year was over?"
"Yes, we dated for over a year, but it didn't work out. You'll find out all of the details when Tour Life airs."
Judy had already filmed her interview with Mindy, filling any gaps and holes as to what had occurred between the end of Senior year and the
beginning of Tour Life. It would probably air during the first episode next month. That was the episode she was most nervous about.
Judy's moment in the meet and greet spotlight only lasted for those few minutes. Then she found herself sitting next to Justin, making small talk with
the fans as he signed their passes, tee-shirts, and tour books. Until a girl received her tour book back from Justin, and then passed it onto Judy.
"Can you sign it too?"
Judy looked surprised.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I loved you on the show. I don't know how you kept yourself so organized with everything going on around you: Justin, the clubs, your
friends, Ben. I can barely keep my homework straight," she giggled.
Judy shrugged modestly and scribbled her name on the girls' book.
"That makes two of us. Now-a-days I can barely keep the contacts list in my cell phone organized."
The girl giggled again.
"You know, you're nicer than I thought you'd be."
"Well in this situation I guess I'm happy to disappoint."
The girl walked off and Judy turned to Justin. He just smirked to himself and ignored her stare. He already knew what she was going to ask, and exactly how
she'd sound when she asked it. She'd whine, her deep voice turning high and nasally, and then she'd pout, wondering if the entire world thought she
was mean. He wondered if Mason knew what he was getting himself into by dating her.
As Justin signed autographs it gave Judy a moment to think over the situation that had just occurred. Why had he been staring at her like that? He looked
dreamy and distracted, like he was seeing more than just her standing there. If she hadn't known any better, it almost seemed like he was going to kiss
her. But they couldn't have been possible. Sure, he had kissed her once along ago, but that was a friendly kiss. He didn't have feelings for her in
that way. Maybe he'd been looking at her like that because his mind had run away with him, as if often did.
The tour was taking a break in Portland that night. The next show was the following day in Seattle, Washington. Since it was a mere three hour drive away
they were leaving in the morning, giving everyone a chance to sleep in a real bed -that wasn't on wheels- that night. It was after midnight and while
Justin wanted to go out and enjoy the city, he knew it was in his better interest to stay in and sleep.
He'd only slept a few hours the night before, and only caught a quick power nap during the day. If he didn't slow down and catch up on his beauty
rest, he was going to collapse before the tour was over. So instead he ordered a movie, and dinner from room service, and settled in bed. He was halfway
through I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry, the horrible homophobic movie that it was, when he realized all of the ice for his beer had melted.
Justin got up from the bed, not bothering to put on shoes, and grabbed the bucket. The ice machine was on his floor, just a few doors down the hall. Opening
the door, he nodded to the security guard standing by the elevators and headed to the left, following the direction of the sign.
As he neared Judy's room he briefly wondered what she was doing. If she were awake, what she was watching. He stopped, reaching up to knock on her door,
when muffled noises stopped him. He leaned closer, trying to eavesdrop discreetly.
He could make out the soft, distinct sounds of sex. High and low moans, movements. He could practically envision the sweat forming on Judy's forehead.
He backed away from the door in horror. Perhaps not from horror, but in shock and disappointment. He'd told her earlier that he needed to get used to the
idea of her and Mason being together, but that had been a lie. He'd never get used to it. He hated the idea, and he just knew inside that it was a huge
mistake on Judy's part. If they kept this romance up, he didn't know how much longer he'd be able to handle having her on the tour.
Filled with anger and frustration Justin turned, launching the ice bucket at the nearest door. It bounced off with a loud pop, startling even himself and no
doubt the person inside. Then he reached up, wanting to pull his own hair out, only to remember he had none to pull. The door opened, and there was Trace,
shirtless and sleepy eyed.
"What. The. Fuck."
Justin was so livid that it took him a moment to get the words out.
"Judy. That room. That fuck face. Ugh!"
"What?" Trace stepped out of his room. "Something about Judy fucking someone's face?"
"Judy is in there with Mason right now."
He jerked his thumb back in the direction of her door. Trace walked over, blatantly putting his ear against the door. Slowly a sick smile crept onto his
"Oh, dude, do you have a key or something for this door? We're missing out on prime-."
He stopped when he saw Justin glaring at him. Trace cleared his throat, stepping away from the door and knob he'd been eagerly trying to twist.
"You're right, not funny."
"No it's not," Justin snapped. "This isn't funny at all. Do you even understand how pissed I am? I want to throw someone out a window
Justin took a swing at the air and Trace's eyebrows raised with surprise.
"Hey, man, what's going on? I mean, I know you don't like Mason but this is a little much, even for melodramatic you. Are you sure there
isn't something else bothering you about this, besides the fact that it's Mason?"
As Trace finished his question a door down the hall opened, and out poked Mindy's head.
"What's going on?" She called.
If there was something going on, she needed to call one of the crews and get them into the hall immediately to begin filming. Justin knew this, and shook
"Nothing. Just getting some ice."
"Yeah, ice," Trace agreed, picking up the forgotten bucket from the floor.
Mindy looked at them suspiciously for a second before turning back into her room. The boys waited till they heard her door click closed before they spoke
"Are you okay?" Trace asked, his voice quieter this time to keep from disturbing Mindy again.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm cool," Justin answered. "I'm just gonna go to bed."
"Yeah. I just need to get some sleep. I feel like I haven't slept in days, it's got me all screwed up."
Trace watched, his brow crinkled with worry, as his friend headed back to his room. His mission for ice was long since forgotten. He couldn't help but
get the feeling that there was much more to the situation than what Justin was admitting too.
The next morning when Justin awoke he was still in a bad mood. He grumbled to himself all morning as he got dressed and packed his things. He grumbled
through breakfast, and everyone who caught a glimpse of his stone-like face stayed clear of him. Even Judy, Rachel, and Trace let him sulk on his own in the
back while they sat up front.
"What's eating him?" Rachel asked.
Judy shrugged, barely glancing up from her phone. She'd been feverishly texting all day.
"Did something happen?"
"I don't know," Trace lied.
He couldn't tell Rachel about the events that happened the night before. Then Judy would know she was the reason behind Justin's sour mood, and that
they'd been listening at her door. Even if he waited until Judy had left the room, Rachel would probably tell her. The girl had a big mouth and loved to
"Well, something is up his butt."
"A stick," Rachel muttered.
Judy snorted a laugh and gave the girl a high-five.
"So, Judy, I heard quite a ruckus coming from your room last night." Trace changed the topic.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
The blush creeping onto her cheeks told otherwise.
"Yeah, I heard that too. I guess you decided Mason was more than just a good kisser."
"I still don't know what you're talking about."
Her phone sounded and she pretended to be more interested in the text than the conversation. Rachel gave her a poke in the arm.
"Come on. You know you wanna share."
"A lady doesn't kiss and tell."
"Ha!" Rachel sounded. "Half the fun of doing it is talked about it after."
"Don't lie Rachel. You know half the things you do, you do just so you can talk about it after."
In the back Justin could hear their playful conversation and it made him madder by the minute. Not only had Judy been up all night doing God-knows-what with
that loser, now they were sitting out there talking about it while she probably texted him on her phone. He'd brought her on this tour so she could get her
life back on tract and they could revive their friendship. It wasn't so she could meet some guy and go from city to city having sex in different hotel
rooms. The more he thought about it the more he realized that maybe what he needed was someone of his own to distract his attention.
The tour docked in Seattle, Washington, the windy city of the US. They'd leave at 10am the next day to drive to Spokane, WA. Staying in Seattle worked
perfectly in Justin's favor. He wanted to go out. He'd been locked up in hotel rooms and tour buses for too long. He was a man, a young man at that,
and he wanted to party.
So he didn't talk to anyone during dinner, he ignored them while they watched movies and he did his warm-ups. He barely acknowledged Judy when they sat
in the room alone while she rubbed his shoulders. And when Mason opened the door to tell him it was go-time, Justin caught the wink he threw Judy, and stormed
past Mason, walking himself to the stage without waiting for Judy or Rachel. When he went out that night, he only invited Trace.
"So, what inspired you to have this boys night out?" Trace asked.
He and Justin were sitting in a booth in the back of a small understated nightclub. It was dimly lit by color rotating lights. Waitresses in black uniforms
and push-up bras moved from table to table. Across the room on the dance floor, men in their 20's oogled girls on the dance floor.
"I just felt like going out."
Trace nodded slowly.
"Yeah, but usually you like a group. The more the merrier. It's not like you to exclude everyone else."
"Who did I exclude," he asked in disbelief.
Trace rolled his eyes, sipping his Corona.
"Rachel. Judy. The techies you like to drink with at dinner."
"So I didn't want a crowd," he shrugged. "I'm allowed. Besides, I need my wingman to mack on girls. I can't do that with Judy and
Rachel sitting here. They throw salt in my game."
"Since when do you even have game? You don't do anything. The girls just come up to you and flaunt their shit in your face."
"That's how good my game is, I don't even have to put effort into it."
As Justin spoke a girl sauntered up to them. She leaned down, resting her elbows on the table, effectively displaying her cleavage for all the world to see,
Justin in particular.
"Hi," she smiled. "I'm Sandra."
Justin glanced at Trace, wiggling his eyebrows giddily before he turned back to her.
It was well into the wee hours of the morning when Justin finally made it back to the hotel. On his arm, was a very drunken Sandra, burying her face into
his neck on the elevator ride up to the fifth floor. She was nibbling at his skin roughly, eager to get him upstairs.
Judy was awake as well. She'd fallen asleep shortly after Justin left, only to wake up hours later. She couldn't stop thinking about Ben, and
wondering where their relationship had gone wrong. All of it was making her anxious, and she found herself wanting those pills Justin had tossed out. Unable to
go back to sleep, she'd called Mason, who invited her to sleep in his room.
She was heading down the hall barefoot in her pajamas when she heard Justin's voice. She turned, expecting to see him stumbling along with Trace, but
she wasn't expecting the tall, slender, perky blonde clinging to his right arm. Her chest tightened and her expression grew angry as she watched them.
"You're going to bed man?" Justin asked, watching Trace veer off towards his room.
"Yeah, I'm tired. You two can continue the party alone; I think Sandra would prefer it that way."
"You're damn right," Sandra smiled.
Then she stepped in front of Justin, grabbing him by the collar with both hands.
"Come on stud," she said.
Justin grinned, blatantly staring down her tank top. Sandra pulled him further down the hall before letting Justin take the lead, considering she didn't
know which door was his room.
Before Judy knew what she was doing she was heading down the hall, marching aggressively towards Justin as he swiped his key card through the lock and
opened the door. He took the blonde by the hand, spinning her in a circle before flinging her into the room. She giggled endlessly.
"Justin," Judy spoke when she reached him.
Her voice was deeper and harsher than she realized.
"It's two o'clock in the morning. What are you doing? Who is that girl?"
Justin rolled his eyes, stepping over the threshold into the room. He pulled the door to his side, blocking Sandra from Judy's view.
"What do you care?" He asked.
Before Judy had the chance to answer he closed the door in her face. Judy stood there, fuming. She raised her fist to knock, but decided against making a
scene so late at night. She knew if she saw his face again, she'd scream at him. Instead she stomped her foot to the ground, and then marched back down the
hall towards Mason's room.
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The next morning when Justin awoke it took him a moment to remember where he was. The curtains were blocking out the sun, which was already shining brightly
outside. He wondered what time it was. They were leaving town at 9am. It couldn't have been after 8:30am or someone would have been pounding on the door to
wake them up.
In no hurry to get up, he wondered what had woken him up in the first place, and he looked down at Judy. Sometime in the middle of the night she'd
scooted away from him. She was on her stomach next to him now. He could only make out half of her face, the other side hidden by her arm. Despite how upset
she'd been last night, she looked as if she was sleeping peacefully now. Her raven strands fell across the pillow and her lips were parted slightly as she
slumbered. He hadn't paid much attention until recently, but now he couldn't ignore soft her lips looked. They were full and curvy and a natural shade
of baby pink.
Justin reached out gently, running his fingertip along her bottom lip. It was as pillowy as he remembered it being during their one and only kiss, and to
this day he didn't know what had come over him when he did it. He hadn't really thought of Judy in that way before. Sure she was cute and smart and
bubbly, but she hadn't exactly been his type. For one thing she was too young. He was six years her senior and she was still in high school. Think whatever
you want about Justin Timberlake, but a cradle robber he is not.
For another thing, she was outside of the type of ethnicity he'd normally date. He had nothing against black women, and he often admired their beauty,
but he'd never seriously been interested in a black woman before. Back home in Millington it was generally frowned upon, and while he never understood why
or agreed with it, you can't help but be influenced by how you're brought up.
Regardless, there had been something about this Judy girl. She was different than any girl, black or white, than he'd ever met. From day one he'd
felt connected to her, like they could share anything. She'd seen him in his most vulnerable moments, in the middle of the night when he was just the boy
from small town Tennessee. He'd also always felt a need to protect her, first from Ben, then from Mason, and now it appeared she needed protection from
herself the most.
A moment after his lone finger left her mouth, her eyes fluttered open. She blinked, first focusing on her arm which lay just in front of her face. Then she
looked up at Justin, and he smiled gently. She responded by scooting closer to him, her arm resting lazily across his torso as her head settled on his chest.
She reclaimed the spot she had been in the night before and he didn't protest in the slightest.
"Do we have to get up?" She whispered.
Justin lifted his head, looking at the clock across the room. It was 8:15am.
"Yeah," he answered. "We're leaving in forty-five minutes."
"I don't want to get up. I don't want to go out there."
Justin rubbed her back as he sucked in a deep breath.
"Well, you're only going downstairs to the bus. You won't have to see or talk to anyone."
It took him ten minutes to convince her to get out of bed, and another five before he was able to go to his own room to get dressed. Judy showered and
dressed in record time, coming into his room just fifteen minutes after he'd left hers. She was becoming more and more stylish -probably with the help of
Rachel- and was wearing jeans, red heels, and a fitted gray sweater. Over her eyes were black sunglasses.
Once Justin was ready to go he took her by the hand, leading her out of the room and down the hall to the elevator. He watched her carefully, waiting for
the moment when she would glance back towards Mason's door longingly. But she never did. In fact, she made it a point not too. She hung her head, her
blonde bangs falling over her eyes.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
They were safely on the elevator. Judy nodded.
"I'm just ready to get on the road."
As soon as they boarded the bus for the five hour drive Judy climbed into her bunk and Justin headed for the back, where he found Trace and Rachel.
"What are you guys doing?" He asked.
Rachel waved a hand through the air.
"Nothing. Genius over here is watching Tom & Jerry cartoons."
"It's simplistic humor," Trace defended.
"That's the only type of humor you understand."
Trace stuck his tongue out at Rachel for her comment and huffed before turning back to the TV. Rachel chuckled before she turned to Justin and gave him a
"Where's Judy?" She asked.
"In her bunk. I think she's trying to go back to sleep."
He took a seat next to Trace, and Rachel pouted more.
"How is she doing?"
"Why?" Trace's attention left the TV and went to Justin. "What's wrong with her?"
"She's doing okay, I think. She slept pretty well last night but she was really quiet this morning."
"Why? Quiet about what? What happened this time?"
Rachel scoffed at him.
"How are you so unaware of all the extracurricular drama going on during this tour?"
"I'm not nosy. Unlike some people here."
Rachel shook her head at him before turning back to Justin.
"I still can't believe that Mason did that too her. What a dirt bag."
"What did he do? Did she find out he was hooking up with that sluts-her-face dancer, Denise?"
Rachel and Justin both turned to look at Trace as he stared at the cartoon on TV.
"Duh. They've been hooking up since the tour started."
Their jaws dropped.
"And you neglected to mention this because?"
"It's not my business. Besides, Judy is a big girl, she can handle it."
He attempted to turn back to the Tom & Jerry cartoon, but a DVD case bouncing off of his head disrupted him.
"You ass!" Justin yelled. "You let her walk right into that situation, knowing he was already with someone?"
"Hey! I didn't know she was going to run off and sleep with him. Who does that? Besides, you tried to tell her Mason was bad news, it's not
like she would have listened to me if I had chimed in."
"You still could have told her."
"It's not my job to watch after her. I told you to leave her in LA."
The door opened and there stood Judy, her eyes red and breathing ragged.
"But he didn't leave me in LA, so are you going to keep punishing me for it? If I had known he was already with another girl I would have stayed
ten feet away from him. I'm not interested in sharing men."
"No one made you hop in bed with him-."
"Like you've never been in that situation! You've probably met groupies at clubs and taken them home the first night, but you're judging me
on my actions?"
"That's true Trace," Rachel said.
"Shut up Rach!"
"Don't tell her to shut up. You just don't like being called on your bullshit."
"No, I just don't like being talked down to by sluts."
Before anyone could comprehend what was going on, Judy was across the room. Her fist was aimed for Trace's left eye, but he moved and instead it hit his
shoulder. She straddled the cowering man, pulling her arm back to swing again but Justin grabbed it, hoisting her into the air and safely away from Trace.
Ideally he would have grabbed her before she had a chance to even get across the small room, but damn she was fast!
Justin grabbed her around the waist, yanking her backwards and out of the room as she struggled and screamed obscenities at Trace.
"Fuck you, you two foot tall Timberlake wannabe! I'll beat your ass you little shit, come say that again!"
Justin finally drug her into the kitchen area, where Mike sat with a raised eyebrow. He tossed the girl onto the bench, and pushed her back down when she
jumped up. He was about to lecture her about putting her hands on other people, for the second time in the past 24 hours, when Trace came barreling down the
"Who are you calling a wannabe? If it wasn't for Justin your ass would still be in Travis with your piece of shit boyfriend!"
"You're just jealous because he was a bad guy and he still had a bigger dick than you."
Justin's eyebrow rose. Where had she gotten such a foul mouth from? His Judy would never have said something like that.
"How would you know? You've humped every guy you've ever met except for me."
Judy lunged for Trace again, grabbing a hold of his shirt. Justin was behind her, trying to pull her back, and Mike and Rachel were between the two parties,
trying to unclench Judy's fist. All the while the two were still hurling insults back and forth.
When Rachel finally got Judy's hand undone Mike pushed her and Trace into the backroom, closing the door. The situation was entirely too volatile and
they needed to be separated. Justin held onto Judy, until he heard the backdoor lock.
"Bitch!" She cried.
"Stop it! Stop. Stop. Stop." He repeated the word until she finally calmed, dropping her arms to her sides.
"Are you okay now? Can I let you go?"
"I'm fine," she huffed.
Justin slowly let go, waiting cautiously to see if it was just a ploy so she could make a run for the room. She didn't, instead she dropped down into
the seat and he sat next to her, taking a deep breath.
"Jesus Christ," he said. "What was that?"
"He called me a slut!" She said. "Am I supposed to just let him get away with that? He doesn't know me like that."
Justin remembered when he'd drunkenly called her a slut. Her reaction had been much different, but then again this time she'd already been upset by
the Mason situation. It was horrible timing on Trace's part.
"Calm down," he shushed her. "It's just you and me in here, no need to yell."
Judy huffed again, and started to fidget with her hands. First she crossed them, then she cracked her knuckles, then she tapped on the table, then she
folded her arms again. He could tell by her jerky movements she was fighting off tears.
"That's exactly why I didn't want to do this show, Justin!" She rose to her feet and stomped her foot on the ground. "Did you hear
what he was saying about me? He still thinks I'm using you and now he thinks even worse of me. Even you said I was being slutty and now the whole world is
going to think the same thing!"
By the time she was done tears were rolling down her cheeks. She looked so broken and upset. Justin stood up, trying to gather her in his arms. But she
shoved him away before he had the chance.
Judy brushed past him, marching down the hall. He hoped she wasn't going to the backroom to continue her argument with Trace, but she stopped short,
climbing into her bunk. He could hear her cries echoing through the small space and he sighed. There was nothing he could do for her. So instead he moved down
the hall, knocking on the backdoor. As soon as he heard the lock being undone he shoved the door open, slamming it behind himself.
"What the hell was that?!"
"What?" Trace asked. "What did I do?"
"You called her a slut."
"If it walks like a duck, talks like a duck-."
"That's not your place to say that to her. Calling her names, telling Rach to shut up. You're coming off like an insensitive asshole."
"Me?" Trace pointed a finger to his chest as he stood up. "I'm looking out for you and you're taking her side?"
"How is this looking out for me?"
"She's using you and you don't see it. That girl is on this tour to get famous off of MTV and to see how many phone numbers she can get and
that's it. She doesn't give a damn about you man, she's only looking out for herself."
Justin's eyes flashed with anger. Here he'd thought Trace was giving Judy a chance to prove herself, but he'd been quietly sitting around
watching her and judging her all along. He hated to have to choose between his two best friends, but in this situation Trace was wrong.
"I don't know what's wrong with you, but you're acting like a totally different person," Justin told him.
"No, you're acting like a different person. Normally you're a good judge of character when it comes to other people. You know who's being
sincere and you know how to navigate your way through the ninety pounds of bullshit people serve up to you every day. But with her it's like you've got
blinders on. You don't see what she's doing, and you tend to her like she's a lost puppy. It's not your job to save her Justin."
"And you're not my Dad, Trace. From now on, just stay out of my personal life, and stay out of her way."
Justin left the room, climbing into his own bunk. Judy had stopped crying, but he didn't want to bother her just yet. So he closed the curtain and laid
there in the dark.
Things didn't get any better once they arrived at the venue in Salt Lake City, Utah. Judy stayed planted in the corner of the dressing room, where
Justin could keep an eye on her and her temper. Trace was nowhere to be found, but Rachel would disappear every once in awhile to find him and then would
report back that he was fine. Justin had a feeling that he was hiding out on the bus keeping his mind busy with William Rast work.
In fact no one spoke until after the show that evening. They'd made it back to the hotel, and Justin had just settled into his room when there was a
knock at the door.
He was surprised when he found her there. She'd been distant all day, claiming she just wanted some space whenever he'd tried to talk to her.
"Hey. Busy?" She asked.
He shook his head, stepping out of the doorway so she could enter.
"Nothing, I was just stopping by to see if you wanted to go out with me tonight?"
He felt his breathe catch in his throat. Go out with her?
"Like a date?"
He instantly felt like a fool because of the look on her face. She raised an eyebrow at him.
"No. Like, to a club, or something?"
"A club, huh?"
He folded his arms over his chest. Had she forgotten how old she was?
"How do you plan on getting into a club? Last time I checked they still carded girls at the door."
"Well," she bit her lip. "That's another reason I was hoping you'd come along with me. Maybe when they see you at the door
they'll forget about me."
Now it was Justin's turn to raise an eyebrow.
"I don't know if that's a good idea Judy. Do you remember the last time you went out?"
Judy's eyes rolled.
"Yeah but this is a totally different situation. Mason is out of the picture. Besides, I just need to blow off a little steam. Today was
"Tell me about it," he muttered.
"Please Justin? Please?"
He looked at her, her eyes pleading with him. Like any other red blooded man on the planet, he couldn't say no to that face. Against his better judgment
"Yay! Thank you."
Judy jumped into his arms, squeezing him tightly. It was the first smile he'd seen on her face all day. Maybe the day was salvageable and this
wasn't such a bad idea after all.
"So, where were you planning on going?" He asked.
Her smile turned shy and he narrowed his eyes.
"Well, that was another reason I wanted you to come. I was thinking maybe you knew of a place."
"Uh-huh. I'm just a pawn in your game, aren't I?"
"Of course not J! The main reason I wanted you to come was because of you're a witty conversationalist."
"Now you're just blowing smoke up my ass, and you aren't very good at it. Leave the bullshitting to the pros Judy."
She pouted at him, and he waved her off.
"Go get ready. I'll think of somewhere."
An hour and a half later Judy found herself staring out the van's window at the bar Justin had brought them too. It was a small, slightly run down place
at the end of an alley off a main street. Not exactly what she'd had in mind when she asked him to go out.
"Seriously?" She asked, looking to Justin.
It was bad enough that he had invited Trace along. Now she was going to be spending the next few hours at a rinky-dink bar with bikers standing guard out
"It's a place where the media won't look for me, and most of the people here have never heard of you so they won't know right off that
you're too young to be here."
Justin whispered the last part, reminding her that he was doing her a big favor. Judy sighed, following him into the bar. It was dark, the floor covered in
a cheap gray carpet. In the middle of the room was a small wooden stage, and two drunken girls were on it, singing a Sarah Mclachlan song.
"Oh! Justin, will you do 'That's What Friends Are For' with me?" Rachel asked excited.
Justin turned to her, returning her excited look.
"What can I get ya'll?"
The small group turned to the bartender as she set napkins on the bar in front of them. She was a short girl, barely 21 years old, with long stringy blonde
"Vodka and pineapple," Judy answered immediately.
Justin gave her a look and she smiled sweetly.
"It's just one drink," she said.
He couldn't really say anything about her drinking. He was the one who'd brought her to a bar, after all.
"I want an IPA," he answered. It wasn't his beer of choice, but it would do for the evening.
The bartender took Rachel's and Trace's orders as well before she nodded and set to work. Mike didn't order anything. He didn't like to
drink on the job. There weren't many people in the bar, but they'd taken notice of the camera crew as soon as they'd walked in. Generally, people
didn't like outsiders, especially those who were filming for TV, coming into their hangouts without permission. He wanted to be ready just in case.
When the bartender returned with their drinks she handed them out, and Trace handed her a twenty dollar bill. Judy raised her brows. Not only was this a
cheap bar, but Trace was actually doing something nice for her. She looked over at him, taking in his 'I Can't, I'm Mormon' tee shirt,
courteous of the gift shop at the hotel.
"Thanks," she muttered.
He nodded back, turning completely away from her towards the karaoke stage.
"Time for a toast!" Rachel announced.
Everyone raised their glasses, clinking the bottoms together.
"Here's to a good night, and a great rest of the tour."
Two hours later and Judy was definitely having a good night. She had gulped down more than her fair share of vodka, and was currently singing her heart out
on the barstool, reading the lyrics to Frankie Lymon's song off the wall with everyone else at the bar.
"Why do fools fall in love? Why do birds sing so gay? And lovers await the break of day. Why do they fall in lo-ove?!"
He didn't have to see her face to know figure out that she was plastered. Regardless, he turned his attention away from karaoke and looked at Judy. She
was sitting there, smiling happily, singing and dancing along with a drunken Rachel. Her eyes were bouncy and sparkly, and she seemed as if she didn't have
a care in the world. He knew though that the alcohol was a cover for the pain she'd been carrying around.
"Tell me why, whyyyy, whyy. Why do fools fall in loooove?!"
When the song ended the girls raised their hands above their heads and clapped, cheering loudly.
"Justin, come on, won't you sing with me?" Rachel shouted over Judy's cheering.
Justin shook his head. No way in hell was he getting up there and embarrassing himself on some rickety old stage singing karaoke from a machine someone had
brought in from their basement. No thanks.
"Can I get you anything else?"
Judy's smile grew when she heard the bartenders' question.
"A shot of Kettle One."
"Yuck," Justin grimaced. "Kettle One?"
"When you're already drunk, it doesn't taste as bad," Trace explained. "I'll take one too."
The bartender poured the shots, and Trace set a ten dollar bill on the bar. He and Judy lifted their glasses, tilted their heads back, and took the shots.
Judy had to take hers twice because she couldn't swallow the whole shot at once. When she was done she slammed the glass back down on the counter and shook
"Told you," Justin teased. "It's all about Patron."
"Patron-Shatron. I hate Patron!" She declared.
Rachel giggled at them before closing her eyes and singing along with the man singing Chris Isaak.
"No I don't wanna fall in love. No I don't wanna fall in love. With you."
"With you baby! Woo!"
Judy was happy for the moment. Her problems with Ben and Mason were long forgotten, and though Trace's presence reminded her of their argument earlier,
she was willing to put up with it as long as he kept buying her drinks. She felt great, and free. That free Justin had been talking to her about days before,
where she didn't have anyone to answer too and she could just do what she wanted.
She hadn't realized it before but having a boyfriend, or even potential love interest, was tying her down. When she was interested with someone, she had
a tendency to focus all of her energy on them, and to want to spend all of her free time with them. That's how Ben had alienated her from her friends in
the beginning of their relationship. She'd been eager to spend time with him and to form a strong bond with him. But the more time she spent with Justin,
the more she realized how much she'd missed having him, and all of her other friends in her life.
"Timberlake," she started, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I'm glad that you and I are still friends."
Justin was caught a little off guard, but he managed to smile and agree with her.
"I'm glad too, Juice box."
"Ben didn't want that," she continued. "He hated us being friends. He made me get rid of all of our pictures, everything. He was so
jealous, I guess. I don't know what his problem was. Luckily, I memorized your address or I never would have been able to find your house that
She ended the sentence with a giggle and he nodded as she continued on.
"But now that I'm here with you, I'm so excited to be single again. And once the show is over I'll be on my own and I can start my life
over and go back to school and do all the things I've been wanting to for so long. It's like-."
She paused mid-sentence, and starred straight at Justin. But she wasn't paying attention to him, her mind was wandering away. He knew the moment she
went from perfectly happy and drunk, to drunk and sick by the look on her face. Her smile faded and she put a hand on her stomach.
"I need to go to the bathroom," she said.
She climbed down off of the stool, and immediately her legs wobbled beneath her. She reached out, grabbing Justin's arm for support.
"Are you going to make it?"
"Okay. I've got you, come on," he told her.
Pulling her to stand up straight, he took her arm and led her down the hall to where the bathrooms were.
"Justin, I don't feel good."
"Just hold on, we're almost there."
As he spoke he pushed open the door to the ladies room, and discovered a line of girls waiting for the lone stall.
"Hey!" One of them, a tall thin brunette shouted. "What are you doing? Get the hell out of here, this is the ladies room. You're not a
"Chill out, you ain't got anything I haven't seen before. Or want to see for that matter," he bit back.
Judy made a noise, covering her mouth with her hand.
"Is she going to puke?" Another of the girls asked.
"Any minute now."
Justin pulled on Judy's arm, leading her out of the ladies room and further down the hall to the men's room. He poked his head in the door, seeing
no one, and then pulled her inside. He led her into the stall, and as soon as she saw the toilet she let go.
He closed his eyes and turned his back while she hurled into the porcelain bowl. He could handle a lot of gross things, but vomit wasn't one. Just being
able to hear the echoes against the tiled walls was enough to make him want to vomit himself.
The door opened, banging against the wall behind it. Trace strolled in, whistling to himself.
"Hey, I thought you were taking Judy to the bathroom."
Before Justin could answer, Judy vomited again, and Trace made a face.
"Gross. Is that Judy? She can't be in here!"
"Stop yelling!" Judy called from in the stall. "You're giving me a headache."
"She couldn't wait for the girl's room," Justin answered. "There were like five chicks in line. She barely made it here."
The door opened again and in walked Steve and Matt, the light from the camera shining brightly.
"Get out," Justin told them sternly.
"I'm just doing my job."
"Do it from outside."
When Steve didn't move Trace turned, giving him a push towards the door.
"Come on man, you know how it is to be wasted. Give her some breathing room."
Once they were out of the bathroom Trace flipped the deadbolt on the door. There were already three of them in the cramped space; they didn't need any
other patrons coming in to use the urinal. He started to tell Justin something, but Judy made another noise and he put a hand over his mouth.
"I'm gonna hurl if she doesn't stop."
"Tell me about it. You aren't the one who's been standing here listening to it for five minutes. Where's Rachel?"
At the mention of her name Trace began to laugh gleefully.
"She's up on stage doing karaoke. She's drunk. It's hilarious."
Justin's eyes rolled. Great, another person for him to take care of. He'd only had two beers, but what little buzz he had was gone now.
"Keep an eye on her," he told Trace. "I'm going to go find Rachel."
"What? Me? No, I can't."
But his words fell on deaf ears. Justin was already out of the room, anxious to get away from the echoes for a moment. Trace stared at the closing door
before he turned to the stall where Judy was. The door was open, and he could see her bent over.
"Um, are you okay?" He asked, stepping closer to her.
"You're not dying; you just don't know your limits yet."
He watched her cautiously, not sure if he should try to help her or if he should just keep his distance like Justin had told him. But when she started to
dry heave he decided to be the nice guy he was deep down, and reached out to hold her hair back out of the way.
After a few minutes she decided she was done, and moved over to the sink to rinse her mouth out. Then Trace followed her back out to the bar. Justin was
there holding onto Rachel, who was sipping on the straw of a pink fruity drink.
Judy stumbled over to them, and came to a stop just in front of Rachel, but she wobbled back and forth a little on her feet.
"You want to sit?"
Judy turned, trying to focus on the random stranger who was offering her his barstool.
"Are you sure?" She asked. "I don't want to take your spot."
"No, it's fine. You're giving me a free booby show so I have to give you something in return."
Judy laughed and looked down at herself. She wasn't showing that much skin. It was a simple yellow tank top with gold beading around the neckline. The
cleavage was brought on by the red and black pushup bra underneath.
"Oh, well in that case," she said, reaching up to tug it down lower.
Justin raised an eyebrow, watching her closely. When she tugged harder on her shirt and leaned in towards the man to give him a better view, he passed
Rachel over to Trace so he could step in.
"Okay, that's enough of that," he said, pulling her shirt back up to where it had been before.
Judy frowned at him, picking up her drink from earlier. She'd barely gotten a sip out of it before Justin pulled it from her hands, setting it on the
counter further away from her.
"You don't need anything else to drink."
Rachel plopped down on the now empty barstool beside her and smiled.
"Don't you feel better after you puke? Like, relieved."
Judy let out a sigh.
"I want to go."
Justin noticed the far off look in her eyes as alcohol raised through her system. She'd been in there throwing up for what felt like forever and she was
still drunk out of her mind. Either she was the worst lightweight in the world or she'd had way more than she ever needed too.
"Let's go," he said.
Justin turned, telling Trace that he was ready to leave the bar and take the girls back to a safe, quiet place, where they weren't going to get into
trouble or embarrass themselves. Trace nodded, sick of the amateur singing. He'd gotten a pretty good buzz himself, he could go back to the hotel and sleep
it off now.
When the boys turned to where Rachel and Judy had been, they found an empty space, their glasses still on the counter.
"Where did they go?" Trace asked.
"I have no idea."
"They went outside," the stranger from before pointed to the front door.
Following the man's directions Mike led them outside to the front of the bar. Random patrons were on the sidewalk, smoking and talking while their cars
warmed up. Justin looked around for a pretty girl with a blonde streak in her hair, and he finally found her. Judy was laying on the sidewalk, behind
someone's red Jeep, a cigarette sticking up out of her mouth. Rachel was sitting on the curb next to her, smoking as well.
"What are you guys doing out here?" Trace asked as they approached them.
"We needed some fresh air," Rachel said.
"I want to go," Judy whined.
Her voice was soft, all the giddiness gone. She was really feeling it now. Rachel stood, reaching down to grab Judy's arm. She tried to pull the girl to
her feet, but Judy barely budged.
"Rachel go get in the car, I'll get her."
While Trace guided Rachel towards the waiting van, Mike watched as Justin leaned down, grabbing a secure hold on Judy's arm. Then he pulled her into a
sitting position, and then finally to her feet. He slung one of her arms over his shoulders and held her around the waist. The girl was dead weight.
"Where did you get that?" He snatched the cigarette from her lips.
"This nice man gave it to me," she said.
"You should know better than to smoke things random people give to you."
Justin led her over to the van and put her in the back. She slouched in the seat, her head lolling against the window. Justin buckled her seatbelt as the
vans doors closed. Once at the hotel they pulled into the back parking lot. He practically carried Judy inside and to the elevator while Rachel danced happily,
spinning in circles and singing Genie In A Bottle.
When he got her up to her room Judy headed straight for the bathroom, and once again he heard the wonderful sounds of vomiting. He turned on the TV, trying
to lessen the noise. He wanted to be able to hear her in case she needed him, but he didn't want to hear every little thing she did. He'd barely had
time to take his shoes off before the toilet flushed and she was out of the bathroom. She stumbled towards the bed, falling onto one side.
Slowly she pulled one leg up, and then the other, settling into the pillow. She didn't bother getting under the blankets, getting undressed, or even
taking off her brown sandals. Judy passed out as soon as she lay down, snoring loudly. Justin shook his head and started to undo the straps on her sandals. It
had gone without saying that he was going to stay in her room, once again, to keep an eye on her.
He pulled off her shoes, eased the blankets out from under her, and then pulled them over her. Then Justin stepped back, shaking his head.
"Thank God we have the day off tomorrow."
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The next morning Judy woke up early. Very early. It was 8:27am. The only time she got up before noon was because her alarm went off signaling that there was
something for her to do. This time she woke up all on her own, and she wasn't sure why.
She was still tired, and her eyes hurt from left over eyeliner being rubbed into them all night. Her stomach was topsy-turvy and she lay there completely
still while she prayed for it to settle.
Next to her was Justin, sleeping soundly and completely oblivious to her consciousness. He was on his back, his head turned away from her. She could see the
curves of his face, the clenching in his jaw. Had he stayed there with her all night, again? She wasn't surprised. He was fatherly like that, looking after
her when she was too intoxicated to look after herself.
The feeling in her stomach made her never want to touch a drop of alcohol again. What exactly happened last night anyway? She'd have to ask him about it
later, but she didn't want to wake him now. Who knows what time they'd gone to bed last night? Apparently it wasn't long ago because her eyelids
were still drooping.
Justin shifted one of his legs and he distracted her attention again. He really was a handsome guy, with his broad shoulders and clear skin. Damn him for
that. She'd suffered acne through high school while he barely washed his face and had no problems at all. And it definitely didn't hurt his appeal.
She reached out, lightly running a hand down the side of his body. What was she doing here with him anyways? Just two years ago she was a girl from a small
town trying to navigate hallways filled with jocks and trying to manage being President of two clubs. Now she was traveling the country with a gorgeous guy who
was lusted after the world over. Not only that, but that guy here, in her bed. Shirtless. Sleeping. How did she become so lucky?
A grunt pulled her from her thoughts and she looked up to see Justin's eyes staring back at her.
"Hey," she whispered.
"Morning." His voice was deep and husky, and kind of sexy. "How you feeling?"
She shrugged, and it made her stomach knot a little tighter.
"I don't feel good. I feel sluggish and blah."
"You're dehydrated. Alcohol sucks all the moisture out of you. You want some water?"
Judy nodded and Justin sat up. He'd stripped down to his shorts and Judy couldn't help slowly turning her head to admire his frame as he left the
bed and went around to the bathroom. Long and lean with tattoos and a six-pack for days.
He returned a moment later with a short glass of water. Judy sat up to lean back against the headboard while he reclaimed his spot on the bed. He handed her
the glass and she gulped the whole thing down. Her mouth had been dry and it tasted amazing, which was odd because Judy had never really been a fan of water
before. Years ago her Mother would have had to bribe her to finish a Crystal Geyser water bottle. Then she set the glass on the bedside table while Justin
picked up the remote and turned on the TV.
"So, what happened last night?"
"Before or after you puked up Kettle One in the men's room?"
Her brow furrowed.
"What? I don't even drink Kettle One."
"You did last night."
"What was I doing in the men's room?"
"Puking your little heart out."
Judy sighed, putting a hand over her face.
"That's so embarrassing," she muttered. "How did I get that bad?"
"Too much, too fast."
"Well, I won't be doing that again. Ever."
Justin was about to comment that people always said that when suffering a hangover, and then the next weekend they right back out doing the same thing. He
didn't get the chance to say anything, because he looked at her face and saw the same expression he'd seen last night.
"Go to the bathroom. Hurry up. Go!"
Judy jumped -more like fell because of the alcohol still swirling through her body- from the bed and headed for the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
Justin ignored the noises seeping from under the door while he watched the newest episode of Steve Wilkos. It was trash TV but he watched every episode. She
came back a few minutes later and crawled into bed with a sigh.
"You know all that water I just drank?"
Justin nodded, watching the screen.
"It just came right back up."
"Just wait a little longer and try again," he suggested. "But at least you're getting everything out of your stomach. You won't get
Judy whimpered, curling into a ball. Her stomach was killing her, and she was still a little wobbly. Maybe she had alcohol poisoning or something. She could
be slowly dying from the inside out and they didn't know it.
"Did I really do this to myself?" She asked.
It was rhetorical, but Justin answered anyways.
She whimpered again, this time out of frustration and Justin muted the TV. He turned on his side, slouchy down to look at her face.
"What's going on with you, Orange Juice. Talk to me."
Judy rolled her eyes. How many variations of that dumb nickname was he going to come up with?
"I don't know," she shrugged. "I just wanted to have fun. I didn't mean to completely lose control of myself like that."
"Well, that's what happens with Skyy Vodka becomes your best friend. Were you really just blowing off steam, or was it more than that?"
He didn't want to push her too hard, or she'd just shut down completely and not tell him anything. But at the same time he knew there was an
underlying problem with her drinking, not just a fun night gone awry.
"It's just," Judy sighed. "When I'm sitting and there's nothing going on or nothing to do all I can do is think about Ben or
think about Mason. And when I drink, it doesn't hurt as bad when I think about it."
"It's always easier to not feel it than to deal with it."
Judy nodded to, and moaned at the pain in her stomach.
"I'm killing myself, aren't I? I feel like I'm going to die."
"Well, you certainly aren't making the greatest decisions in the world. Getting hammered is one thing, but Mason?"
"I know, I know! It was stupid, okay. I was just trying to get my mind off of Ben, I guess. He was the first guy who was interested in me."
"He wasn't the first," Justin muttered.
Judy looked at him, her brow furrowing as she wondered what he meant. But she didn't question it any, and kept on talking.
"I don't want to ruin myself, and I don't want to look stupid on national television."
"Judy, you know I wouldn't let you go off and ruin your life. As for helping you not look stupid on TV, I'm good but I can't work
Judy smacked him on the stomach, letting out a laugh and then a whine.
"Don't make me laugh, it makes the pain worse."
Justin reached over, lifting her hand from the bed and holding it in his own.
"Why don't we try a different tactic? How about the next time something is bothering you, you come to me and we'll talk about it? Just you and
me without Steve and Matt and everyone else. Okay? We'll give the bar scene a break for a while."
"The way I feel right now, I don't ever want to drink again."
"Good. Who do you think you are anyway, Lindsay Lohan?"
Judy smirked, squeezing his hand.
She turned back to the TV and frowned at the screen. A woman was arguing with Steve about her reasoning for sending her 13 year old daughter to the corner
to buy her cocaine for her.
"Do we have to watch this?" She asked.
Justin handed over the remote, and groaned when she flipped the channel to a Sex and the City rerun. He'd seen way more episodes of this show than he
ever wanted too because of her.
"Do we have to watch this?"
"I love the ones when she's with Aiden. He was the best boyfriend she ever had. Berger was a pussy. Alexander was an old selfish jerk, and Big was
a younger-but-still-old selfish jerk. Aiden, was perfect."
"Yeah well you and Aiden get a half hour and then I get the remote back."
Judy scooted over, laying her head in his lap. It was more comfortable for her to lie down than sit up right now. Justin's long fingers ran through her
hair, eventually stopping 15-minutes later when he fell back to sleep. Judy followed five minutes behind. They slept the day away until 3pm than afternoon when
Justin got a text message from Rachel.
I think I'm dying. Why did I do this to myself?!
It was 11pm when everyone boarded the bus for the 9 hour drive to Colorado Springs, Co. The other buses had left hours before, wanting to get there early
the next morning to set up. Trace and Rachel were already in their bunks sleeping off what little alcohol was still in their systems and Judy was rummaging
through the kitchen while she waited for Justin to get on the bus. He was stuck upstairs on a phone interview that had run over.
When he did get on the bus the first thing he noticed was someone waist deep in the fridge, and empty take-out boxes on the table top. He leaned to his
left, studying the curve of her ass in her blue jeans while she couldn't see him. Once satisfied he nodded with approval and stood up straight. It
wasn't like he'd never checked out Judy's butt before, but one more time wouldn't hurt anyone.
"Juju, what are you doing?"
Judy emerged from the fridge, one of Trace's doggy bags in her hand.
"Juju is your nickname, not mine. And I'm starving!"
He wasn't surprised. She hadn't been able to keep down anything all day.
"You ate all this stuff?"
There had to be five or six empty containers from various restaurants.
"It's not like there was a lot of food in them. You'd have to put them all together to make one decent meal."
"You ate Rachel's buffalo blasters? She's gonna kill you."
"No, she won't."
"And that's Trace's shrimp you're putting in the microwave."
"I don't care."
Justin shook his head, moving past her and into the hall.
"You'll care tomorrow when he wants to beat your ass again."
"Ha! I say let him try it."
Justin went into the back while Judy continued going through the kitchen. He heard the microwave run two more times before she entered the backroom as well,
a plate in one hand, and a pint of ice cream in the other. She set down next to him and set the plate on the floor.
"What are we watching?"
"Yes, I love this fucking movie."
Justin looked over at her, his brow furrowed.
"What is with you?"
"Huh?" Judy glanced up at him as she pulled the plastic seal from around the ice cream.
"Where did you get that mouth?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You're saying fuck and bitch and talking about dicks. Is that another bad habit you picked up from Ben?"
"You say fuck and bitch all the time."
"But you never did. Your behavior is totally different now. I can understand the drinking thing because depressed people drink, and the Mason thing is
marginal because you were on the rebound. But you never used to curse, you never used to sleep all day, even the way you dress is different. Sometimes I wonder
if I really know you that well anymore."
Judy made a face, her brow furrowing and her lips pursing.
"Well, Justin I don't know what to tell you. I don't think I've changed; for the most part I'm the same Judy I was when we met. And if
I have changed than thank God! The old me was so pathetic."
Justin glared at her.
"I liked the old Judy."
"Justin," she gaffed. "I was innocent and naïve. I was going around day-to-day killing myself over clubs and activities that no one gives a
damn about now. You know they closed to BSU chapter at CVHS? All the events we did, no one remembers. I was going around thinking that deep down everyone was a
good person, and that everyone deserved a second chance, and that's just not the case."
"There's nothing wrong with looking for the good in someone."
"There is when you keep looking for good people and people keep screwing you over. People aren't good, people are just people. The majority of them
"So what about me, I'm not a good person?"
"You're the exception."
Justin shook his head. So what if she had been innocent? He liked her innocence. In a world packed with full-of-shit businessmen and phony friends willing
to sell you out for a story, her innocence gave him comfort.
Judy took another bite of her ice cream, sighing contently as the chocolate melted in her mouth. Then she looked at Justin, and he was pouting as he watched
the TV screen. Maybe he did have a point; there were a lot of things about her that were different now. But it wasn't like she was trying to be someone
new, she just was.
"Okay," she sighed. "I can see what you're saying. I am different, and I do go about things differently than I used too. But that's
what happens to people over time. They go through experiences and situations, and that's how they grow and change. I changed. This is me. I do like to have
a drink now and then, and I do curse. I dress differently, and I like to sleep in. I'm sorry, but that's just who I am."
Justin continued to stare at the screen, pretending to not be paying much attention to her. He didn't really want to be paying attention to her. He
didn't want to hear that this new Judy was who she was, he wanted to hear that'd she'd work on changing back to who she'd been before.
Regardless, he couldn't help but understand what she was trying to say. People did change over time. He wasn't the same guy he'd been when he first
got into the music business. The platinum blonde fro would never make another appearance, and if he could do it over again he wouldn't get that hideous
flame tattoo on his leg. He'd changed, so why did he expect her to remain the same?
"So I guess while I'm working on getting over Ben, maybe you could work on getting used to the new Judy?"
Justin nodded. Judy dipped her spoon back into the carton and scooped up a hunk of brownie.
"Oh," she moaned. "This is so good."
Justin looked over at her, taking in the content expression on her face. She looked blissful, in chocolate heaven.
"Whose ice cream is that?" He asked.
"Let me get some."
The next month and a half passed quickly for the tour, with shows basically back to back along the way. Justin and Judy travelled through Iowa, Minnesota,
Illinois, Michigan, Pennsylvania, and New Hampshire. Judy had kept her promise to tone down her wild ways, and Justin was seeing positive changes in her. Every
day she seemed more and more like her old self, with a few changes.
Watching her experience tour life had been the most fun. She went sightseeing while Justin worked, bringing him back little knick knacks. She talked with
fans during the meet-and-greet, her own fan base growing by the day. And on their days off her and Justin stayed in his lavish hotel rooms and watched movies
and ate popcorn and sundaes. Usually he lost weight while touring, but this time he'd gained five pounds so far.
Judy had gotten her first check from MTV a couple weeks ago, and opened a bank account in Pittsburgh. She put part of it away for her future apartment, and
a chunk of it she withdrew in cash. Before Justin could question her about it she disappeared with Rachel. It was hours before he saw her again, when she met
him at the venue with bags upon bags piled onto her arm. She had shoes and dresses and make-up palettes, and four very big, very colorful bags in red, yellow,
green, and pink. It was something very reminiscent of the old Judy, and it made Justin feel giddy inside.
Things had been peacefully and relatively easy, until the tour pulled into Boston, MA.
"He has undersized testicles."
Justin paused in the doorway, thinking over what he'd just heard. He must have entered the wrong room. Then he turned and looked at the sign on the
outside of the door. It said Justin Timberlake's dressing room.
"…It's perfect. Long, smooth, pink-."
"What is going on in here?"
Rachel and Judy looked up at him innocently.
"Random sex quotes from Sex and the City?"
Justin rolled his eyes, closing the door behind himself. He moved over the vanity, where the make-up artist was waiting for him.
"I'll never understand the reason women watch that show."
"Well, you wouldn't. It's about relationships."
Justin glared at Judy through the mirror as she giggled to herself.
"At least I know better than to walk around in yellow shoes."
Judy lifted her foot, examining her yellow stilettos.
"It's fashion Justin," she spat.
"I think they're adorable," Rachel chimed.
"Yeah, they're great if you want to look like a bumble bee."
"Shut up Justin."
Now it was his turn to chuckle. He saw her glaring at the TV, muttering to herself, and he knew he'd gotten under her skin. That was always his main
When his hair was done and the artist had finished, Justin went into the bathroom and changed into his first costume, and then he performed his pre-show
"Everyone out!" He announced.
Rachel looked up, seeing Justin already at the door, holding it open. She snarled at him as she tossed her magazine into her bag and stood up.
"You can really be rude sometimes, you know that?'
Justin nodded with a smile.
"Just keep walking."
Once everyone exited the room he moved back over to the vanity, where Judy was waiting behind the chair. She leaned over, patting the seat with a smile. His
eyes briefly wandered down to the cleavage exposed by her tank top while she's bent over.
"Have a seat Mister."
Justin plopped down; watching in the mirror as Judy kneaded his shoulders intently, working over each muscle. Her black rimmed glasses rested on her nose,
her once blonde bangs were now a deep burgundy, and they matched the shiny gloss on her lips. In fact, burgundy was her new favorite color, from her oversized
purse to her stripped sweater. Except for her fingernails, those were a bright sunny shade of yellow.
Judy had gone through a phase in high school where she got her nails done every few weeks. She liked the long, fake ones that were good for nothing but
scratching his head when he was going to sleep. Now she kept them short and square, changing the polish every few days. He liked her nails better this way.
They didn't get in the way when she played around on the guitar with band during sound check, and they didn't scratch him when he reached for her
"Why did you say that earlier?" He asked suddenly.
Judy made a face, glancing up at him briefly through the mirror.
"That I didn't understand relationships."
"That's not what I said. I said you didn't understand shows about relationships."
Justin's eyes rolled.
"Don't play dumb Juicy, I know what you're implying."
"Well, it just seems that way to me since all of the relationships I've seen you get into ended within twenty-four hours."
Justin stood from the chair, picking up his water bottle from the counter and taking a drink before he turned to face Judy.
"That doesn't mean I can't do relationships. It just that means I haven't found the right girl."
He dropped his bottle back onto the counter with a thud and looked down at Judy. A sexy smirk was playing on her lips and leaned against the chair he'd
once occupied. A flirtatious game had been playing out between them over the past few days, and Judy wasn't exactly sure why but she'd welcomed the
challenge. It'd been two months since her encounter with Mason, and since then Justin hadn't allowed a guy near her, much less in her room. She was
desperate for some male attention.
"How do you know she's not the right girl if you dump her the day after you meet her? You can't possibly know her well enough."
"Obviously if I can get her home and in bed on the first night then she's not girlfriend material."
Judy narrowed her eyes at him, shaking her head distastefully.
"You're Justin Timberlake, what girl is going to say no if you asked her to come to your hotel room?"
"I don't know. Normal girls? If I asked you right now to come to my room would you do it?"
Judy rolled her eyes before she gave him a shy smile. She'd been doing that a lot more lately, smiling. She stepped to the side and around the vanity
chair, resting her hand on his cocked hip.
"I've already been in your room Justin."
He stepped to the side as well, and took a step forward, meeting her face to face. He looked down at her shorter frame, smirking as well. He didn't know
why this conversation was so amusing, or entertaining, but it was.
"What if you didn't know me? You've never met me before in your life. Hi, I'm Justin. Do you want to come back to my hotel?"
She gave him that same grin, and inside it was beginning to drive him crazy. She looked like she knew something he didn't, and she was coming off as
much older and more seductive than she ever had before.
"Well I already know you, so I guess we'll never know the answer to that question," she said.
As if on cue, there was a knock at the door, following by Mason poking his head in. He cleared his throat nervously at the sight of Judy.
Judy scowled at him until he disappeared. The two hadn't spoken since that night, and Judy preferred to keep it that way. Distancing herself from him
had been incredibly helpful, without his good looks and womanizing ways to distract her she'd been able to get a lot of work done with her inner self.
Besides, the entire situation was embarrassing. Everyone, down to the lowest stage hand knew what happened. She couldn't wait until the day where
they'd exit the buses for the last time and she never had to see him again.
"Where were we?" She asked, turning her attention back to Justin when the door closed.
"You were telling me how freaking sexy I am." He smiled proudly.
Judy snorted a laugh, stepping closer to him. She rested a hand on his face, holding him steady while she placed a kiss on his cheek. She lingered longer
than she should have, and he noticed. When she pulled away, she watched his expression with questioning eyes. Then she looked down, focusing on the buttons of
his dress shirt.
"You're much more charming than you give yourself credit for."
Once her words were spoken, she left the room, leaving the door open for him to follow. He could hear voices in the hall, and music of the intro being
played. He stood there frozen, replaying the look on her face in his mind.
"Justin," Mason appeared in the doorway. "We gotta go."
It was 2:30am when the bus pulled onto the streets of New York, NY. It had been a four hour drive from Boston and everyone on board was sound asleep until
they pulled up to the hotel near Times Square. Judy woke up to the faint sound of someone calling her name, and she opened her eyes to see Rachel holding back
the curtain to her bunk.
"Time to go."
Judy sighed, slowly rolling out of her bunk to stand on the floor. She wobbled a bit, shaking the sleep from her head, and then followed Rachel down the
steps and into the hotel. Fans were already posted out front, and Mike guided them through the path security had laid out of them. It was by the far the most
fans she'd seen this time of night, and even as they passed through the sliding doors into the hotel fans were inside, jumping up and down on the expensive
marble floors, anxious for a glimpse of anyone they recognized.
People screamed for Trace, proudly displaying their William Rast tee shirts. People screamed for Rachel, the silent behind-the-scenes cousin of Justin
Timberlake, and people screamed for Judy, the witty organized high schooler they'd grown to love on Senior Year. Judy ran a hand through her hair,
wishing she'd taken a minute to comb it before she'd gotten off the bus. Flashes were going off everywhere and she was in pajamas and a messy
Finally upstairs at their temporary home on the 14th floor, Judy waved a tired goodbye in Rachel's direction and opened the door to room 1431. The
lights were on, along with the TV. Walking further in, she found herself in a living room, the doorway to the bedroom at her left. Only one person on the tour
ended up with a living room in their hotel room on a regular basis.
"You're being too loud," his voice floated in from the bedroom.
She turned off the living room TV, along with the lamp, and headed into the bedroom. She dropped her purse and overnight bag on the floor by the closet as
Justin walked in from the bathroom in his pajamas. He looked tired and half asleep as well as a blue and white toothbrush hung from his mouth.
"We have to double up again?"
He gave her a nod and a slow blink. Then he stretched his arms into the air with a groan. Judy glanced at the exposed skin between the bottom hem of his
shirt and the top of the pajama bottoms riding low on his hips. She glanced again when he turned his back to finish brushing his teeth.
Crawling into the enormous bed she let out a sigh she didn't know she was holding. Her mind flashed back to a photo shoot she'd accompanied Justin
too in Minneapolis. It had involved camouflage swim trunks, a backyard pool, and hours of entertainment. But just as quickly as visions of his suntanned
freckled shoulders popped into her mind she shook them away. Why was she even thinking about Justin?
Cuddling up on her side of the bed she closed her eyes and refused to open them, even when she felt the bed shift as he climbed in. Thankfully he didn't
reach out to hold her, because if he had she knew she would have had a hard time controlling herself. She blamed the lack of male interaction in her life, but
Justin was becoming more and more attractive by the minute, and it just wasn't fair.
The next morning the alarm went off at 6am, and Judy refused to open her eyes. She felt warm, and safe, and comfortable in this big bed and, even though
they would be spending the night in New York, she didn't want to give it up yet. She would have gone back to sleep had it not been for the annoying beeping
noise, and the fact that her pillow moved.
She lifted her head, looking down to find that she wasn't lying on a pillow at all. Actually, the pillow was several inches above her head. The
comfortable mass she'd been laying her head on was Justin's right arm. Then her feeling of warmth and security was gone when Justin removed his left
arm from around her waist and reached over to turn off the alarm. Her brow furrowed, how exactly had this happened? They went from opposite sides of the bed
when she'd laid down, to practically being molded into one person with her completely wrapped up in him.
But she was too content to complain when Justin shut off the alarm and put his arms back around her. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he
breathed, her head tucked under his chin.
"Morning," he sounded coarse and groggy.
"Morning," she said back.
He shifted, inadvertently holding her a little more tightly.
"Are you tagging along with me today?"
"Where are you going?"
"I've got to film a couple TV spots, and do that MTV interview."
"Will there be food?"
Justin chuckled at her. He understood her question, now that he was waking up, he realized he was starving.
"There usually is."
"Then I'll go. I call first shower."
She let out a sigh as she sat up, leaving the confines of the bed and heading for the bathroom. Justin shuddered at the cold air that surrounded him when
"Hurry up," he voiced, watching her stumble into the bathroom.
Her dark hair was in shambles on the top of her head and she turned to stick her tongue out at him. He smirked at her, watching as she disappeared in the
bathroom. He heard the shower turn on a few minutes later and he looked down at the arm she'd been resting on. She'd been curled up on her own side of
the bed when he's laid down last night, but he'd felt her hands reaching out for him in the middle of the night. He couldn't help accepting her
He laid in bed for awhile, thinking about nothing, and then he looked over at the clock. It was 6:35am, and the shower was still running. She was going to
make him late if she stayed in there any longer. Getting up, he raised his arms and let the stretch roll down his spine, and then headed for the bathroom.
"Judy?" He knocked on the door. "Hurry up, I need to shower too."
"Okay, give me one second," she called.
Justin rolled his eyes, opening the door anyway. He knew two things about Judy. One, she never locked the door while she showered because she was paranoid
about falling and no one being able to get to her. Two, give me one second really meant give me ten minutes.
"I'm going to brush my teeth," he announced.
He'd at least have that out of the way, and his running the water in the sink would force her out of the shower.
He readied his toothbrush, letting the water run a little longer than he needed. A shriek sounded from the shower, and it turned off just after. He smirked,
pleased with himself.
"What happened?" He asked innocently.
"The water just went cold on me!"
"Oh really? That's sucks." He bit back laughter.
He squeezed toothpaste onto the brush and put it too his mouth, running the bristles back and forth along his teeth. He'd just worked up lather when the
shower curtain behind him opened. His breath hitched in his throat and his movements paused.
Judy stood there in the tub, a fluffy white towel keeping him from seeing any skin from her shoulders to her mid-thighs. Her hair was wet, and her face
completely void of any makeup. He watched intently as tiny beads of water rolled down from her neck and disappeared into the fabric of the towel spread across
her chest. The sides of the towel hung at her sides, tucked under her arms as she ran another through her hair. It wasn't wrapped around her completely,
and Justin felt his groin tighten at the idea of what the view would have been like had he been standing behind her right now. She stepped out, placing her
feet on the floor before she gripped the edges of the towel together behind her back, holding them securely as she walked back into the bedroom.
As soon as she was gone Justin let out a groan and dropped his head down onto the granite counter, staring at his own reflection. He took a deep breath,
that fogged up his reflection and he stood up straight to look in the mirror. What was going on here? This is little Judy from Central Valley, she wasn't
supposed to be able to get to him like that.
He finished brushing his teeth and ran some cool water over his face. But all the while visions of Judy flashed through his mind. He tried to shake them
away, but as soon as the thoughts left they'd come right back again. Her wet golden skin, the smell of her body wash, her legs sticking out from under that
The door next to him opened and Judy walked in. She was dressed now in knee length black tights and the shortest black dress he'd ever seen her in. No
doubt Rachel had picked that for her. She had apparently had no problem with it, because she bounced into the room, met his eyes in the mirror and smiled as
she set a silver makeup bag on the counter and began pulling out brushes and little bottles and tubes.
"I thought you were going to get in the shower," she said.
He nodded, turning to face her. His hip leaned back against the counter and he folded his arms as he looked her over.
"Well, you better hurry up. It's seven o'clock now."
He nodded again, but he didn't move. His stare was making her nervous and she tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear. Why was he looking at her
Justin's tongue flicked out to wet his lips, and it was then that she realized his eyes were focused on her mouth. His eyes were narrowed on her lips,
his brow furrowing as he watched every move they made. Then he pushed off of the counter taking a step towards her, almost aggressively. Judy shifted, a bit
taken back by his sudden movements. But she couldn't help the way her heartbeat sped up as he shortened the distance between them. She could smell the
faint scent of his cologne from the day before.
Justin's head tilted as he looked at her, and he leaned down slightly. So close to her that she could swear she felt his exhaled breath on her face. But
his now navy blue eyes returned to their normal crystal blue color and he took a step back.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
Judy blinked, trying to comprehend what exactly had just happened. Justin cleared his throat and turned back to the counter. She put a hand up to her bottom
lip, watching as he fidgeted with the faucet for a second before he took a step towards the door.
He paused at her meek voice. She waited for him to turn and face her before she spoke again, and even then she couldn't meet his eyes.
"Do you remember the last day you were in CV with me? When you kissed me?"
"Why did you do that? I mean, I only want to know because I think maybe part of me has been waiting for you -no, not maybe, I know I have been waiting,
on pins and needles waiting-- for you to do it again. But if it was just a goodbye kiss then you aren't ever going to, but maybe it wasn't. I don't
know. So are you?"
"Am I what?"
She was rambling too much and honestly, he wasn't paying much attention to her words. Just her lips as they moved while she spoke.
"You know, going to do it again?"
She finally looked up at him with hopeful eyes, but they quickly turned sad when he didn't move from the spot where he stood, and he didn't answer.
After a moment of silence she bit her lip and moved to leave the room, embarrassment washing over her features. But she'd only taken one step when
Justin's hand on her arms stopped her. She looked up to question him but instead she never got to chance to utter a single word as his lips came down on
Judy was caught so off-guard that she stumbled backwards, her back slamming into the wall behind her with a thud. A dull ache rolled up her spine but she
paid no attention to it as Justin's lips work over her, his hands smoothing down her sides and around her hips to rest on her butt where he gave her a
gentle squeeze. Figures that'd be the first place he'd go for.
She let out a moan but it was muffled by his mouth. She should have pulled away to scold him properly for getting so fresh with her, but she just
couldn't. His kiss was so electric. Like Ben had been in the beginning before the drugs made him dull. And he was nothing like Mason, whose kiss was sloppy
and to wet at times. Justin's was perfect, slow and rythmatic as his tongue parted her lips to gently touch hers. He tasted like Colgate, minty and cool.
It made her knees go weak.
Her hands moved up his chest, one wrapping around her neck as the other rubbed the fuzz on his head that he called hair. All that did was encourage him as
his assault on her continued and his hands squeezed again. Judy let him lead as he kissed her thoroughly, damn near swallowing her whole, until she was too out
of breath to continue.
Justin broke the kiss, stepping back against the counter once again, watching her lean against the wall for support. She stood there, panting, eyes closed.
She looked so pretty with her full lips pink from the pressure of their mini-make out session.
"Judy?" He called her name after a minute. "Hey, Judy?"
She barely cracked her eyes open.
Justin chuckled, taking a step closer to her again.
"You. That's your name, right? You okay?"
"Yeah," she breathed. "Never better."
"Sure? You look a little out of it."
He smirked at her, lowering his head to tenderly capture her lips again. She bit at his bottom lip playfully and his eyebrows rose in surprise. He pulled
away, running a hand over his head. She was too damn good at this kissing thing and he was quickly losing his reserve.
"I'm gonna take the shower now. A cold one."
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I'm so excited right now, haha
Now PLEASE make this work, don't take this happiness way from me!
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Rachel sat, her lips curled curiously as she watched the pair. Something was definitely up. Justin was doing an interview with People magazine and he was
sitting at a table alone with the reporter, a tape recorder on the table. Rachel was sitting at another table not too far away with Mike and Judy. Judy and
Justin had been acting funny all morning, whispering and giggling over nothing.
Like now, Justin kept glancing up at her, and the two would smirk at eachother before Judy would look away shyly. Then a moment or two would pass and
they'd repeat the process again. Judy had just looked away from Justin and picked up her fork when Rachel rolled her eyes and put her hands on the
"Alright, what is going on?" She asked.
Judy looked up, a shocked expression painted on her face.
"What do you mean?"
Rachel sighed dramatically.
"Don't act innocent with me. We've been here an hour and you've hardly touched your pancakes and we all know that's your favorite food,
like, ever. And now you and Justin are acting weird and making googly eyes at each other. You know it's not nice to keep things from others, so give me the
scoop. What's going on?"
Judy's shocked face faded into innocence and she batted her eyelashes.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she forked a piece of pancake into her mouth and smiled.
Rachel's lips curled again and she went back to her own food.
"Fine, play games. But just so you know, you and Justin playing the eye-flirt game is a dead give away to that reporter."
Judy looked over at Justin. He must have felt her eyes on his face because a moment later he turned to look back at her, licking his lips slowly as a smile
crept onto his face. Judy smiled as well, nervously scratching at her arm. Then the reporter turned to glance as Judy as well. He was a lanky man in cargo
pants and a band tee-shirt. His eyebrow rose at them curiously.
Judy's head snapped forward, and there was Rachel with her knowing glare. She was right, the reporter wasn't an idiot.
Judy kept her eyes on her plate for the rest of the meal.
After his interview, they climbed into the white van that would shuttle them from place to place during the day and headed to a nearby warehouse for a photo
shoot to go along with the People article. MTV was too meet Justin there for an interview of their own.
While Justin chatted with them, Judy and Rachel headed into his changing room, finding a small television and a table full of refreshments. Not that they
needed it, they'd just had a five star breakfast.
"So…," Rachel began, drawing out her word.
"So…?" Judy echoed.
Rachel watched as Judy picked at her yellow nail polish, doing anything she could to avoid her gaze.
"So, are you ready to spill?"
"There's nothing to spill," Judy whined. "You're grilling me over nothing. Justin and I aren't acting any differently than
normal. It's all in your mind."
Rachel huffed, folding her arms over her chest.
"In my mind my foot. Something is up and so help me I will figure it out."
Before Judy could respond the door opened and Justin strolled in, carrying a stack of clothes under his arm. She couldn't help the slight jump her heart
made, or the smile that crept onto her face. It was just instantaneous. Steve and Matt were behind him, with their ever-present equipment. Rachel looked up,
completely prepared to ambush Justin with an onslaught of questions, but she closed her mouth when she saw Beth and Jon follow Steve into the room as well.
Judy was grateful Rachel had sense enough to leave their private life somewhat private.
"Hey, I need the room for a minute. Gotta change."
"What's the look for today?" Rachel asked, standing up and taking the clothes from his arms.
"A new variation on the monkey suit," he said.
Rachel unfolded the clothes, revealing a blue plaid suit, white button down, and a black pea coat. It was summer, why were they dressing him like it was the
middle of December? Rachel looked over the clothes, frowning at the tag on the button-up shirt.
"This isn't the right size," she stated. "I'll go exchange it while you put the other stuff on."
Rachel headed out the door, and Justin motioned for the camera crews to leave as well. He wasn't about to strip down to his boxers on television, as
much as MTV would love to have exclusive rights to that footage. Judy moved to stand, following everyone else out of the room. She was going to be the last one
out the door, and she smirked when it closed right in her face before she had the chance to leave. She had been itched for the chance to have a moment alone
with him after their interaction that morning.
"And where do you think you're going?" He asked.
Judy grinned, biting on her lip with a shrug.
"Well you said you had to change, so I was going to give you a minute alone."
Justin smirked, his hand leaving the door knob as he took a step towards her. His expression was devilish and she backed away from him slowly, inching
deeper and deeper into the room.
"Well I do need time alone," he said. "But I want it with you."
"You don't think that would be a little distracting?"
Just as her words ended a thump sounded as her back hit the wall at the far end of the room. Justin's playful grin brightened as he leaned his arms on
the wall on either side of her head. He leaned down slowly, placing a kiss on her lips. Then he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth.
"I've been waiting to do that all morning."
He nodded, leaning down to kiss her again.
"And that… and that."
He leaned down to kiss her again, but Judy ducked under his arm and scurried across the room to put some distance between them.
"Maybe I should go. Rachel will be back any moment, and then you'll have to go do your photo shoot and you're getting yourself worked up more
than you're letting yourself relax."
"I'm perfectly calm."
"Yeah, not all of you is."
Justin snorted back a laugh, starting a slow discreet stride in her direction. She was walking backwards, unaware that she was about to trip over the coffee
table leg and land on the couch. But Justin saw it, and he was patiently waiting for it to happen.
"Believe it or not, I'm capable to controlling myself. I'm not going to give myself a heart attack by making out with you."
"Are you sure? Cause you look a little crazed right now."
"I look annoyed," he corrected. "You keep running away."
"I'm trying to help you." Judy giggled in her defense.
Finally the back of her leg connected with the oak table and she fell onto her back with a shriek. When Judy landed, she blew her bangs out of her face and
started to sit up, trying to see what she'd fallen over. She probably should have looked to see where she was going when she was trying to make her way
towards the door.
She never got the chance to find out what it was though. Before she'd completely sat up, she saw a blur rush towards her, and then a great weight landed
on top of her, knocking her back down with a 'humph!' She looked up to see Justin staring down at her.
"Why are you smothering me?" She grunted.
Justin laughed, shifting a little so he wasn't crushing her. Then he ran a hand through her hair with a sigh.
"You kept jumping around on me. I had to get you pinned down somehow."
He wasn't too interested in her reply, because this was Judy he was talking too. She could talk in circles all day about nothing just to avoid doing
something. So instead he covered her mouth with his, slipping his tongue past her lips. Judy's hands slid around his waist, fisting the tee shirt covering
his back. By the time Rachel knocked on the door Judy's face was flushed and her head was dizzy. Justin pulled back, sitting up on his knees.
"Wanna help me change?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows flirtatiously.
Judy shook her head while she giggled and panted beneath him.
"I better go wait with Rachel. We don't want to tip anyone off, and she's already giving me the third degree."
"That sounds like Rach."
Justin lay awake in the bed, looking down at Judy as she slept soundly beside him. She was curled up at his side, her head resting in one of her hands. Her
shoulder was left bare, but he knew she was indeed wearing a tank top. The strap must have fallen beneath the covers. It was day two in New York City and they
were sharing the King sized bed on the 14th floor. The sun was barely beginning to peek into their room and it casts a golden glow over her skin.
He'd been thinking about it, and finally it all made sense. Before he hadn't been sure of when his feelings for Judy began. At first she was his
friend, albeit a girl, but still just a friend. She had her relationships, and he had his. But there wasn't anything special between them, or so he'd
thought. But as he looked back on it now there were plenty of signs, their instant connection for one. Who becomes so close with someone without there being
some kind of attraction? His want to protect her and take care of her, and to keep away men like Mason and Ben.
It had been because he'd had feelings for her all along. He didn't want those guys with her because they weren't good enough, and because he
wanted her for himself. That's why he'd been so sad to leave Central Valley. It wasn't the place itself. He was used to travelling, to being in one
area for so long and then having to pack up and go. But before there hadn't been a girl getting left behind. The idea of leaving her had bothered him for
weeks before the day actually came.
"Grad-u-ation. Graduation! Graduation. Graduation. Graaaduation."
Justin's head rolled to the side with boredom as he listened to Judy's insane version of hallelujah.
The girl had obviously seen that cheerleading episode of MADE one too many times because her arms were doing high V, low V, high V, low V over and over
as she sang. She'd been like this all day, positively bursting with excitement at the thought that tonight was senior sunset and tomorrow was graduation,
her last day as part of the Central Valley Unified School district.
He finally couldn't take it anymore, and grabbed her arms, pinning them to her sides.
"It's graduation. Thank you. Everyone here is grateful for you reminding them, repeatedly, all day, but we got the message. You no longer have
to act insane."
While she was excited, he was experiencing some unpredicted anxiety at the thought of having to return home and going back to the old Justin
Timberlake-the one who ate Ketchup and lived alone. Now here his partner in crime was a walking, talking, SINGING reminder of the countdown.
"Insane, got no brain," she replied out of habit.
It was the curse of that damn Dickie Roberts: Child Star movie they'd watched so many times.
"Yes, you. Insane, got no brain."
"Fine, I will stop singing Graduation if it makes you happy."
Justin's eyes narrowed on her, "You will?"
"Yeah, sure. Now can you let go? My hands are starting to go numb."
Justin's stare started to waiver a little as he hesitantly released her and stood up straight. She'd never, in the months that he'd known
her, just agreed to do something to make him happy. She was always telling him 'your Mom' or 'suck a fat one' or something equally
"Why are you staring at me like that?"
"Why are you being so weird?"
"I don't know what you're talking about? Can't a girl be happy that her dreams are coming true?"
"Yeah. I'm graduation from high school. Finally. Thank God. And with a boyfriend no less. I, Judy Bucklass, have a boyfriend. It only took 18
Psh, some boyfriend he turned out to be. Maybe he hadn't been all that bad in the beginning, but his intentions had definitely been less than honorable.
But that didn't matter now. What mattered was that he was gone, and the effects he had on Judy were fading more and more by the day. The dark heavy makeup
had been replaced with bright colors and shimmers. The bags under her eyes had been slept away, and while her occasional potty mouth remained her love affair
with alcohol had ended.
Justin glanced up at the clock. It was just before 11am. They'd gotten to sleep in today, but that time was coming to an end. He rubbed his thumb across
her cheek, pulling her from her slumber. She shifted against him, nuzzling against his chest before her eyes opened.
"Morning. What time is it?"
"When are we leaving?"
Judy rolled over, stretching her arms towards the headboard.
"Then why did you wake me up? I'm missing out on an extra forty-five minutes of sleeping time."
"Not if you're gonna shower and make it downstairs for breakfast."
"I just want food. Do I have to shower?"
Justin lifted her arm, sniffing her skin.
"You just smelled my arm pit. You're weird."
"It smells like watermelon bubblegum."
"It's my deodorant."
"Stick or gel?"
"Stick. Why are we talking about this?"
Justin laughed, rolling onto his back.
"It's just something to talk about."
Judy sat up, adjusting the straps on her tank top so they fit her shoulders correctly, and then she glanced down at Justin. He was on his back, wearing a
gray wife beater, his effortlessly toned arms tucked under his head. His eyes were roaming over her figure, studying her. When he noticed her stare he blew her
She leaned down, running one of her hands over his biceps as she kissed him. Immediately she felt more awake and more alive than she had in a long time.
Something about him made her more relaxed and more at ease, but at the same time more appreciative and observant of the things around her. Ben didn't
matter anymore, and the simple patterns on their sheets were prettier. Justin's arms curled around her back, holding her closer when she pulled away.
"That's something else we can talk about," he said.
Judy's brow furrowed as she picked imaginary lint out of his hair.
Justin made a face. He knew she was faking the naivety.
"You know what I'm talking about," he said. "What's going on here? Between us."
Judy laid her head on his chest.
"I don't know."
"I don't either," she heard him rumble. "But something definitely is. I know I like you."
She lifted her head and looked down at him.
"I like you more than I should."
"How much are you supposed to like me?"
"I told Trace you were like my little sister. But I wouldn't grab my little sister's ass."
Judy outright laughed and sat up on her knees, straddling his waist. She had no idea why, but she just had this urge to touch him. Maybe he could control
himself, but at the moment it seemed like she couldn't. If she wasn't careful she'd be climbing all over him in a matter of minutes. If there was
anything she'd gained from her relationship with Ben, it was a strong connection to her sexual inner self. And that part of her had been severely neglected
as of late. Now that there was a handsome guy sharing her bed and showing some interest, she was considering milking it for all it was worth. Whether anything
happened between them or not, Justin was never going to let another guy near until the tour was over and she moved out on her own. That could be months -heaven
"I kind of like you too, a little, I suppose."
Justin's hands smoothed over her thighs, watching her intently as she towered above him on the bed.
"I hope so. Otherwise I'd have to assume you straddle all of your friends this way."
She pretended to think for a moment, enjoying his hands moving over her hips and settling on her waist.
"Only the cute ones."
"I hope you're not putting me in the same category as Mason."
"Mason was cute-."
"Yeah, for a bulldog maybe."
Judy's eyes rolled. His squeezing her waist was distracting, she really wanted his hands a few inches North of where they currently were.
"Whatever! Mason doesn't matter anyway. So, since we don't know exactly what this is, maybe we should be cautious around the camera
Justin chuckled, his hands dropping back down to her thighs again.
"Why? MTV would love this story line."
"I'm sure. But, I'd rather we hold onto a little bit of privacy."
"Whatever you want, baby."
Inwardly she giggled like a school girl. Baby, huh? She could get used to answering to that word when it fell from his lips. But she wanted to keep her
giddiness to herself, so she replied with an insult rather than a squeal.
"Plus, you know, I don't want people to know I'm willing to make out with you."
"Yeah. You're such a dork, and you've got that nose…"
Justin smirked, sitting up under her.
"Funny," he muttered.
He barely got a glimpse of the smile she returned before they were kissing again. They were like teenagers again who'd just discovered what making out
felt like and couldn't get enough. He'd kissed his fair share of girls in the past, but none of them had been quite like this. Where no matter how
small the peck was you felt the warmth run all the way down to your toes. Judy was the first, and he'd lied when he said he could control himself. She was
in his lap, her hips pressing down on his as she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. He was very quickly losing his ability to control himself with her.
For once, Judy was the first to pull back, and for that he was glad. His fingertips grazed over her thighs again and he looked away towards the bathroom.
Anything to distract himself from looking at those lips of hers.
"You gotta move," he said. "I need to go eat, or shower, or run, or something."
Judy giggled, climbing out of his lap and watching as he made his way towards the bathroom. She knew exactly what he meant. He wasn't the only one who
noticed how in sync their hips had been during that mini-make out session. Apparently Justin was in tune with his sexual inner self as well.
Trace and Rachel sat on the sofa in Justin's dressing room. Justin was at the vanity, one girl touching up the buzz cut on his head, and another girl
powdering his face to soak up some of the sweat he'd produce under the lights on the stage. It was their last night in New York, and tomorrow morning they
were boarding the buses for Virginia. Judy was on the other sofa across from them. Her back was to Justin as she flipped through a magazine, and Justin was
watching her through the reflection in the mirror.
Rachel looked at Judy, narrowing her eyes on the girl when she didn't look up to meet her stare. The girl was focusing entirely too hard on that
magazine. Trace, looked at Justin, who met his eyes in the large vanity mirror and then snapped his gaze forward as if he hadn't been looking at any of
them at all.
Trace and Rachel looked at each other. Something had been going on for two days, and they just hated being kept out of the mix! When Justin was done they
stood, anticipating Justin kicking them out like he always did when the countdown was on.
Rachel stepped over the threshold, still looking into the room, analyzing their movements as Judy stood from the sofa and Justin headed for the door to
close it behind them. She wanted to know what was going on in that room every night when no one was around.
She paused when Justin called out to her.
"Can you make sure there's water backstage this time? There wasn't any last night."
Rachel nodded, still craning her neck to peek into the room until the door was completely closed. Justin smiled at his cousin's antics, shaking his
head. Then he turned his attention to Judy, who was patiently waiting for him by the sofa. She was taking in his black suit. Usually he wore all white, but
this black and white combo looked just as good on him.
"You didn't try to run out this time," he said, turning towards her.
Judy didn't get a chance to reply. The door flung open and Trace and Rachel came running in.
"Surprise inspection!" Trace shouted.
Justin and Judy stood there, still several feet apart, staring at them like they were crazy. Beth and Jon were behind the pair, filming into the dressing
"What are you doing?" Justin questioned.
Rachel and Trace slowly began to back out of the room.
"We know something is going on," Trace said.
"Yeah, and we're going to get to the bottom of it."
Mike appeared behind Rachel as she spoke, moving Jon and Beth out of the way and grabbing Trace and Rachel by their collars.
"Don't you two have work to do?" He asked, pulling them out of the room.
"I will figure it out!" Rachel called, stretching her neck to glare at them both as she was drug away. "Secrets don't make
Justin stepped forward, closing the door once again, this time flipping the lock. He turned back to Judy, finding that she had moved over to the vanity,
most likely to be out of the cameras view.
"Are lunatics," she supplied.
"Amongst other things, yes."
Justin pushed off from the door, strolling over to her as she toyed with his iPod that he'd left on the counter. He was listening to that damn Miley
Cyrus song again. Wasn't he a little too old for that Disney pop?
"But they are going to figure it out eventually," she said. "Rachel is to nosy not too."
Justin shrugged with ease.
"Let them work for it."
"She's not going to rat us out to anyone though, is she?"
Justin shook his head. He wasn't all interested in talking about Rachel anymore. He was going on stage in a matter of minutes, which meant he had a
matter of minutes to kiss her enough to tide him over for the next couple hours. Besides, it was Rachel they were talking about. She wasn't going to gossip
to anyone besides Trace and Mike.
"No. Rachel can keep a secret. That's why I keep her around."
"And what if-."
Sick of hearing her voice, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her into silence. She tasted like the strawberry ice cream she'd had after dinner,
and she moaned into his mouth as their tongues dueled and snaked around each other. Her hands slid inside his suit jacket, pulling him closer and tugging on
His hands moved down her sides, gripping her thighs and lifting her up onto the counter behind her. Their kissed paused only momentarily while he moved in
between her legs, and then his lips attached themselves to her neck, her hands working his jacket off of his shoulders and down his arms until it pooled on the
floor under his feet. He licked and sucked on her skin, electing hisses and breathy sighs from her lips.
She untucked his crisp white dress shirt, practically ripping it out from under his pants so she could run her hands along his skin. Her fingers pressed
into the warm skin of his back, feeling the muscles stretch and contort with his movements. Justin's lips made their way up the side of her neck, kissing
along her jaw, and finally meeting her lips again. They kissed feverishly, hands becoming braver and bolder. He hooked his hands behind her bent knees, pulling
her to the edge of the counter. Judy could feel his growing arousal as their hips pressed together, his hand tickling her ribcage dangerously close to her
"Justin? It's go-time!"
The door knobbed rattled with Mason's voice and the pair pulled apart for the first time in several minutes. Their breathing labored, lips hot pink from
the blood rush as they stared at one another. What the hell was going on here? There was another knock, followed by Mason's voice again.
"Just a sec," he called back, dropping his head.
He realized all most automatically that that was a bad idea. Now his face was swimming in her cleavage, his nose buried in her bosom. That wasn't going
to help the sexually charged situation or his growing arousal.
Justin stood up, taking a step back and beginning to put himself back together. He tucked his shirt back into his pants and retrieved his jacket from the
floor while Judy hopped off of the counter and re-hooked her bra. When exactly had he done that? Damn, he was smoother than he thought.
He smirked at her bashful gaze.
"You better hurry," she said. "Forty thousand women are waiting on you."
Justin nodded, wordlessly heading towards the door. He stopped short, running a hand over his head and looking back at her.
"See you at the hotel, Juicy."
When he opened the door and headed for the stage, Rachel came barging in. She looked around the room, finally settling on the messy vanity. She took in
Judy's flushed appearance and her jaw dropped.
"Oh, my God."
"Close the door before you say anything else," Judy instructed.
Rachel did so, her jaw still dangling.
"What exactly were you two doing in here? And please, don't spare me of the raunchy details."
"We didn't do anything," Judy lied.
"Right, you normally look like you just got done getting laid. Did you just get laid?"
Judy sighed, and Rachel waited patiently, tapping her foot expectantly. Judy waited. Rachel tapped. Judy groaned. Rachel tapped.
"You're not going to let this go, are you?"
"No chance. Either tell me, or risk getting no sleep whatsoever tonight."
Judy picked up one of the empty water bottles, picked at the label absentmindedly.
"We just made out a little."
Rachel let out a shriek, "Oh my God!"
"Sorry," Rachel whispered. "You guys made out? Things got pretty hot and heavy by the looks of it. I know Justin pretty well and he was
practically glowing when he left."
"He wasn't glowing."
"Yes, he was. And so are you!"
Judy covered her face as embarrassment crept over her cheeks.
"So, are you guys dating now?"
"Not exactly," Judy answered, peering out between her fingers. "We're not sure what we are."
"Finally! I've seen this coming for so long."
"You and Justin, and this whole situation. You'd have to be blind to not see the chemistry in the air between you two. Private conversations,
sharing rooms. Why do you think so many people watched the show? They were waiting for you guys to get together!"
Judy dismissed her with a wave of her hand, walking towards the door.
"Nobody cared if Justin and I liked each other; they just wanted to see him act like a dork."
"I know he's just Justin to you, but to the rest of America he's Justin Timberlake, and all of them care if you and Justin get
"Well, we don't plan on letting them in on any of this for awhile. Especially MTV."
"Good luck trying to keep a secret from them. They've got microphones and cameras everywhere."
"Which is why I told you about it, so you can help us hide it, instead of helping them figure it out."
Rachel let out a sigh, following Judy out the door.
"Looks like things just got a whole lot more interesting."
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