{BEYONCÉ & JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE FAN-FICTION}
Beyoncé is a hard-working black girl, and Justin is a privileged, white boy. When their two worlds collide in the 1950s, and with racism running rampant, the unexpected happens in the "City of Brotherly Love...
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Philadelphia, PA 1954
Beyoncé moved as quickly as her legs could take her down the crowded, midtown street, trying to avoid collision with the countless people who shared her mission: arriving to work on time. Frantically, she glanced at her cheap watch, reminding her that her boss was indeed docking her pay for every moment she was late. That morning, she missed the city bus, her only mode of transportation, and she had to wait another twenty minutes for the next one to arrive, which stopped five blocks from her workplace. "Please, Lord, don't let Rue fire me," she begged under her breath. She needed this job.
Five minutes later, Beyoncé arrived at Rue's Diner, her miserable place of employment for the past two years. She landed the job at the end of her senior year in high school, and since then, it had supplemented the meager paycheck her father earned by working as a mechanic alongside his son, Benjamin.
Beyoncé worked like a dog, putting up with all sorts of customers and running around at her boss's every command, but she was still grateful. It was 1954, and as a colored woman without a particular skill, she was fully aware that her options for employment were limited. Though she was the first in her family to graduate high school, she had to choose between housekeeping or waitressing.
The bells at the top of the diner's front door chimed once Beyoncé entered, and she immediately found her employer, Rue McCoy, behind the counter. She cringed as she saw the look on his face. Her boss walked over to her as quickly as he could. "You're thirty-four minutes late," he spat.
"I'm sorry, Mr. McCoy. I—" He cut her off.
"What's the excuse this time, huh?" Rue asked, placing his hand on his hip and tapping his foot impatiently. "Was your brother sick again? Or did you have to run out and get your father's medicine? Or maybe you have a new one I haven't heard. Please entertain me!" He rolled his eyes.
"I missed the bus," Beyoncé admitted quietly, averting her gaze as she tucked a loose curl behind her ear. She wished she had a better excuse but thought it best to say as little as possible.
Rue's eyes narrowed at the attractive girl before him, shaking his head. "You got one more time to be late this month, and then you're out. You hear? I don't even know why I put up with this... The customers... They like you too much," he sighed.
Beyoncé waited for the rest of his rant. There was always more. Mr. McCoy could be pleasant enough if he were in a good mood, but she never seemed to catch him during those times. He was always hyper-critical of her, and she constantly walked on eggshells. She only had that job because her father had saved Rue a ton of money in car repairs, and she was constantly reminded of it when he was snapping at her for anything.
