TV in Black and White (A Justin Timberlake Fanfiction)

Chapter Three

He smiled at my shocked face, looking down as if embarrassed that I recognized him. I wonder why. He must be used to this by now. 

I smile widely at the presense of him, unable to stop. I have never met a real celebrity before. Seeing that they are real people, that buy movies and popcorn, stuns me for a split second.

"Sorry about that," I shake my head, my face turning red. "Did you find everthing okay?"

My voice, as well as my body, is shaking wildly.

He bites his lip, which causes me to inhale a short breath quickly. He doesn't look just like he did on TV and movies. He looks less done up, with his hair less styled and his eyes more droopy. However, he is still utterly gorgeous. And the fact that this is his natural self is amazing, especially considering what the boys at school look like.

"Yeah, everything was wonderful," he says, his eyes burning into mine and leaving an imprint. I look away from him, afraid that if I look back at him, I will stare.

I scan his popcorn as well as the DVD, looking at the cover. 

"I love this movie," I blurt out. I close my eyes and my hand flies to my face in embarrassment.

He chuckles at me, which makes me blush even redder before replying, "Believe it or not, I actually haven't seen it yet."

"You haven't?" I ask, my eyes wide as I allow myself to look up at him again.

He laughs again, taking out his wallet from his pocket and getting his card ready to swipe.

"No, but I assume it's pretty good by how shocked you seem," he smiles, his white teeth glistening. 

"It's amazing," I say with a grin. "Marlon Brando is such an amazing actor. He's probably my favorite."

His face falls and he asks, "Not me?"

"No," I reply confidently before laughing. "I'm just joking."

For a tiny second, nothing happens and I'm fearful that he will find my comment offensive. However, my fear is gone the moment he laughs loudly and nods. 

"Alright, fair enough."

"Your total is $10.38," I tell him. 

He hands me a wrinkly twenty dollar bill and I quickly figure out the change in my head. I grab it before dealing out a five, four ones, and some coins.

"$9.62 is your change," I say.

At this moment, I believe that God just wanted to laugh before the change completely flew from my hand and scattered all over the floor on the other side of the counter. Becoming more embarrassed and flustered by the second, I rush over to the other side, where Justin Timberlake is already picking up some of the coins. 

"I'm so sorry-"

"No, it's ok-"

"I've got it-"

Our words overlap as our hands do the same, both of us reaching for the same coins. And in one moment, our of pure frustration, I exclaim, "Shut up! I've got this!"

It goes silent as I can see the trace of a smirk on his lips, the faces of the people in the line behind us wide and as shocked as I was. 

"Sorry," I say awkwardly, standing up and handing him the change that I had collected.

"It's alright," he chuckles.

Why does he laugh at me so much? Oh yeah, that's because I am a public embarrassment.

"Well, thank you for your help, Margot," he says, looking down at me and licking his lips.

How does he know my name? Before I can ask the question, I remember that I have a name tag. Finally, I save myself from embarrassment. 

"I didn't really help you. I just checked you out," I say, walking back behind the counter.

Gosh, I really mess up everything, don't I?

"Back at you," he smiles before walking out.

What does that mean? Does that mean he was checking me out or does it mean that he didn't really help me?

....

I can't believe I told Justin Timberlake to "shut up. I've got this"?!