My Best Friend (a Justin Timberlake Fan Fiction)

I've been a huge Justin Timberlake fan since a very very young age, he was probably my first glimpse of music that eventually got bigger. I was born and grew up listening to Nsync and JT.  I'm 15 years old and my best friend is 17 years older than I am, his name is Justin Timberlake.

From the moment I could speak, I always cheered and begged to listen to music, I was such a terrible singer and dancer compared to Justin, of course I was! I had learned how to walk a few years before! When I was five years old I begged my mom to take me to one of his concerts. (what a bad idea some of you might say) But! She did take me, she knew I always loved him and knew I would stop annoying her.

The day had come, it was April 25th, 2003, the day that changed my life drastically from the moment he saw me.

"Justin! Justin! Justin!!" A huge number of fans were in the arena waiting for my favorite artist to come out to the stage. The arena was full of girls that were a lot older than me, I was probably the only child there, many were my mom's age and arounf the age fifteen. I certainly did not care becasue I was shouting along with them. My mom and I were both pretty close to the stage where he was going to perform on, I was very excited.  He was wearing the jacket he wore on the album cover of Justified with a striped black and purple shirt underneath, my inspiration was right in front of me.

It turned very hot in the arena, it was probably half way done with the concert. Justin was performing 'Cry Me a River'. 

"You don't have to say, What?, what you did, I already know, how did I find out, I found out from him, now that there's no chance, for you and me. There'll never be and don't fake you're sad about it. Who can sing along with me?"

I was singing my heart out, when he said that last part, he looked down at me.

Justin's POV

While everyone was singing the next lyrics to 'Cry Me a River' I casually looked down at my audience and saw a young girl, she couldn't possibly be older than seven. "Whoa, whoa, hey what's your name sweetheart?" Some other girls surrounded her , "whoa, Hey! calm down! stop, let the little girl through, stop! Bring her over here." I signaled the security guard to separate the older teens from her, she must have felt very suffocated in there. The guard brought her up to me unto the stage. I got on one knee to get her to feel comfortable in front of the whole crowd. She immediatly leaped into my arms and began to tear up, I held her close to me as well