My Best Friend (a Justin Timberlake Fan Fiction)

A Reflection With My Confessor

Joyce's POV~

"Aw... Justin.. Why do you think I'm here? Why do you think I HAVEN'T left you? I love you Justin! More than you can imagine."

"That doesn't mean that you'll stop loving me tomorrow... That doesn't mean Jessica will come to front door tomorrow and say that she doesn't love me anymore. You don't understand, it's something bigger I feel like. I just don't feel like I used to anymore."

I grabbed his hand gently but firmly. It hurt me to see my best friend like this. He's the whole world to me. I couldn't figure out what to say but come up with something comforting.

"Justin, look at me." I said placing my other hand on his jaw line. "What's wrong? I know you didn't just wake up one morning and said that you were going to be sad . It didn't just happen. Tell me Justin, I'm here to listen. If you don't feel like telling me right now, it's completely fine, I respect you and your decisions."

JUSTIN'S POV~

How did this all start? I'm not even sure, I guess they were just events that added up. Joyce had the saddest eyes yet most beautiful. How can a teenager be possibly this caring and understanding? I was a careless prick that acted rebellious towards everyone and showed no respect. I admire her, my best friend. I was looking at her and she was looking at me. I wasn't so comfortable in this couch and we were both sweaty and smelled hideous. But that was our friendship however! I wasn't sure of what to say to her or how to start it, but I did.

" I've been thinking a lot. Me and Jessica have not been talking as much either. I think it's my fault. And you, well, you have been busy with your own things in school too! I've spent some time alone and I feel like the whole world for me just shut off. My fans forgot about me, and surely, you will too."

I looked away down to the floor and I felt her head on my shoulder. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and said,

"Justin, please don't feel this way. Especially about your fans. They love you! And me well, yeah I have been busy and all but that does not mean I don't wish to be with you whenever I can!"

I looked at her and down again,

"I don't even think I deserve fans anymore Joyce, I can't even think of anything." She started running her fingers through my hair and the told me something that has worked for through my entire career.

"Why do you write and perform music? What makes you work and be Justin Timberlake the artist?" I wasn't sure how to respond to that. "I guess, from me and all the hard work into doing all that, but nobody is ever there to appreciate it or anything!"

Joyce looked at me and said again, "Who do you do this for? Who motivates you to go work hard?"

I thought about it again. "Umm I don't know? I do it because I love music, I do it because I love to."

I wasn't too sure where this was going.

Joyce smiled and said, "okay then, you do it for you! Why would you expect people to go out there and tell everyone of what a great artist you are? You can't do that Justin. You speak through your own actions. You have to pick yourself up. I can help you, but as much as I would love to I can't pick you up without you being the dominant one. You show how awesome you are, don't wait for people to do so for you. And if the people don't like some of your stuff, don't feel bad. You should feel happy that it's going to others and you should be happy with the fact that you tried your best and weren't left with remorse of what you could've done. You can save that for later. If you are going to do something, do it the best you can. Even if it's as little and simple as sweeping. Do it the best you can. "

-later that night

That weekend was probably going to be one of the longest ones I've ever had. I had asked Joyce to stay with me for tonight in her room I keep for her when she stays at my house. She agreed. However, I asked her that after we shared stories of times we felt like this. She shared some stories about her and her mom's side of the family raising above the poverty line and how it was below it. She told me about her great-grandpa and grandma how they've taught her from a very young age to do work, whatever it was, and do it gladly and well. After I took I shower and tried to go to bed, she was all I could think about. She became my role model.