TV in Black and White (A Justin Timberlake Fanfiction)

Chapter Five

I take a deep breath and rub my hands together outside in the cold. It is rather chilly for October. My sister should be here any moment to pick me up. I bite my lip and look at my phone. It's six o'clock exactly. 

Would Justin Timberlake really want to see me? Maybe he didn't know what he was writing. Or he realized the better offers in Hollywood. My mind starts to make a list of celebrities prettier than me, which isn't hard to comprise, when I hear some footsteps behind me. I turn around and surely enough, there he is.

"You didn't ditch me!" he exclaims happily.

My mouth goes slightly agape before I reply, "You were being serious?" 

"I'm here, aren't I?" He says, opening his arms as if presenting himself. "So do you want to go get some dinner?"

"Dinner? I-" I look around the parking lot incredulously. 

Even a psychic couldn't have predicted this.

"My sister is coming to pick me up soon," I say, looking for every excuse to get out of it.

There are too many flaws with this.

Even though I adore his music, I know he dates a lot of women. And I will not be best known for my fling with Justin Timberlake while he was staying in Nashville. Sidenote, I googled him last night. Like you wouldn't do the same and apperently, he's staying at a hotel in Nashville so why would he drive thirty minutes away to another city just to buy a pack of gum at a local Target?

Also, my parents would never allow me to stay out past daylight with a boy, in this case, a twenty one year old man. 

My phone starts to ring and I answer it. 

"Yes?"

It's Alex.

"Hey, Hunter and I are going out to eat so I'll pick you up in about an hour. Just hang out at Target, okay?"

"Um, we-"

"Alright, thanks. Bye," she hangs up the phone.

I see a smirk on his face.

"You hear that?" I ask meekly.

"Oh yes," he nods viciously with a feverish grin.

"Well, I have to stay at Target," I say matter-of-factly, crossing my arms. 

"No problem," he says smugly. "They have hot dogs."

I sigh, and he puts his hand on my back, ushering me inside. I jolt up, stick straight.

"Well, if we're going to get dinner here, then I'd like a pretzel," I tell him, the doors opening for us.

"Pretzel? For dinner? That's just pure bread!" he exclaims, shocked by my food choice.

"You can eat alone," I threaten, a teasing grin plastered on my face.

"No, no, no. Whatever you want," he assures. 

After ordering, we take a seat one of the red and gray tables.

"You wanna go get me a napkin?" I ask.

He looks at me, playfully rolls his eyes, and gets up. Handing me a napkin, he sits back down.

"And a straw?" I ask, trying to put a semi-cute smile on my lips.

He shakes his head at me, but obliges me. 

He starts to sit down when I interprut him one last time.

"Mustard," I say.

He fakes a glare at me.

"I mean, I'm not trying to be difficult," I begin, pretending to be one of those divas, who he coiencidentally has dated.

"No, of course not," he says, shaking his head before laughing.

I smile too and take a bite out of my pretzel.

Suddenly, Justin looks over his shoulder and groans, slouching down in his seat.

"What?" I ask, confused and interested.

He starts to say something but retreats. "Nothing."

"Oh," I say with a small smirk, "so you think you're special that a nobody like me couldn't possibly know how hard it is to be you?"

He eyes me before a small smile appears on his face, shaking his head. 

"Alright, I saw a paparazzi truck outside," he admits. 

That's it?

"Yeah, that's awful. Must be terrible to get so much attention," I say, almost bitterly.

However, he takes it well...I think.

"I knew you wouldn't understand," he tells me, like a kindergartener bragging about knowing how to tie his shoes while his classmates still ask the teacher to.

It gets awkwardly silent, as we both look around trying to think of anything to say to break the quietness. 

"So why are you here?" I ask.

Wow, so friendly, Margot. 

"I mean, not here here like at the store, but in this town?" I complete my question.

"Well, I'm staying in Nashville for a while. Just to try and focus on my career after..." He trails off, his head down, but I know what he's about to say.

He and Brittany Spears recentally broke up. Everyone knew about it. 

"Hey," I say, causing him to look at me, "you can do a lot better."

He smiles, and jokingly says, "What? Like you?"

I laugh before shaking my head, "You definately can't do as good as me..."

He laughs again before seeing a group of men with cameras walking into the building. 

"Oh, shit. Come on," he exclaims, grabbing me by my hand and tugging my out of my seat. We walk, extremely fast, but not fast enough to be suspicious to an accessories section.

He grabs a large jacket and pulls it over him while handing me a pair of black cateye sunglasses.

"Here put these on," he instructs sternly. 

"Okay!" I acquiese. He shoves a hat to me. He opens his mouth, but I cut him off, "I know what to do."

I look up to see him in a fisherman's hat. We both huddle together, acting like we're looking at the rack of belts. I hear many voices and clanks of heavy footsteps.

"Maybe he left."

And the footsteps trot away.

I look up at him, a grin on my face. I seem to be doing that a lot around him. 

He's smiling a heavenly smile as well. I haven't been this close to him, and I start to get nervous. We're looking right at each other and I worry about him seeing my acne through my makeup. I hope it's heavy enough today.

"We got rid of them," he says finally with a sigh of relief.

He looks past my shoulder and I do the same as we watch the van pull away. 

He starts to take off his jacket and his hat.

"You should keep the hat," I say. I want to tell him that he looks good in it, but I can't bring myself to. Gosh, I'm way too self-aware.

"Why?" he asks, eyeing me suspiciously.

I roll my eyes before sarcastically saying, "I don't know. To remember me by."

He cocks his head to the side, motioning for me to go on and explain.

"I mean, it's not like we're going to be seeing each other much after this," I say, looking down awkwardly.

I can't see him, but I can hear the smile as he says, "Well, that's just not acceptable."