Justin's POV
I made some spaghetti and Marinara sauce, Melissa was clearly enjoying my chef skills.
"Oh my gosh Justin, how do you cook better than me!" Melissa smiled.
"Is that a clover leaf? It's delicious!" She continued eating.
I laughed and took a few bites.
I took a string of spaghetti and flung it at Melissa.
"Justin Randall Timberlake!" She gasped.
She slammed down her fork on her plate, causing a handful of spaghetti to land on my head.
She giggled.
"Melissa Marie McLaren! " I acted shocked.
I threw a handful of spaghetti back at her. Pretty soon, we were having a full on spaghetti war.
I won!
"Justin this was my favorite dress!" She giggled.
It was indeed a mess, instead of her normal blue knee length dress with flowers, now had spaghetti sauce splattered all over.
I fell over laughing.
"Justin it's not funny!" She groaned.
"You can wash it!" I hollered walking away to get towels.
When I came back, Melissa was cleaning the table. She walked to the dishwasher and started the cycle.
I didn't worry about my floor, it was hardwood. It would easy for me to clean.
"Here." I said while handing her a towel.
"Thanks." She took it and cleaned herself.
"What's going on here!"
Britney was standing in the door way, she looked mad.
"Melissa and I had a spaghetti fight." I simply told her.
"Why is she even here Justin? I'm the only girl that should ever be here!" She yelled.
"Britney it's nothing to get mad about." Melissa said calmly.
Britney ignored her, walking until she was right in front of me.
"Justin baby, it's either me, or her. Pick one and stick with it." She pulled me and kissed my lips.
"You." I instantly said.
Wait what am I doing? Why did I just say You? What about Melissa?
"I can't believe this, we've been friends since 2th grade! Since we were 7! For 15 years and you're just throwing me out!" Melissa cried.
"I'm sorry Melissa, but Britney is my girlfriend. I love her." For some reason it felt wrong saying I love Britney. It just didn't feel right.
Melissa ran out of the house crying. I started to go after her.
"Justin she's gonna be fine, she's just overreacting!" She said with a kiss.
"Yeah.. I guess so." I sighed.
I just lost my best friend over my girlfriend. How could this had happened.
"Come on, lets go to a club. We can drink! But go shower and dress up." She walked upstairs to our room.
I followed her. I threw my suit into the hamper and took a shower.
I quickly changed into a white dress shirt with Tom ford black pants. By the time I was down stairs, Britney was finished with her make up.
She was wearing her golden dress that dipped down, I could see her stomach.
"Don't you want to wear a dress that not, revealing?" I asked.
"Oh Justin don't be such a goody two shoes. The dress is fine, now let's go!"
That stung. I wasn't a goody two shoes, I just thought it showed to much. I brushed it off and walked outside with Britney.
It's was getting dark, the skyline turning a light pink. Orange and blue. It looked beautiful.
By the time we got to the club, it was 10:17pm. I opened Britney's door and tried to kiss her.
She put her hand on my chest.
"Justin don't kiss me, you'll mess up my makeup!" She pushed me out of the way and smiled for the cameras.
I brushed it off and followed. She pretty soon found her friends and started dancing with them.
I sighed and walked to bar. I ordered water.
As I sat down, I saw someone I never thought I would see here.
Melissa.
