Categories: Completed Het Stories
Characters: Justin Timberlake
Awards: None
Genres: Romance
Series: None
Chapters: 1
Wordcount: 2927 - Hits: 3795
Complete?: Yes - Published: Feb 09, 2008 - Last Updated: Feb 09, 2008 -
Song: Fatal by J Holiday
Sometimes you have to go against the things in life that make you comfortable. You have to take chances and fight for what you want. Sometimes you just have to jump.
You thought I was playin' when I said you had one more time, one more time
But if you can play this game, then I can play it too...
Justin never thought, he'd get a Dear John Letter from his girlfriend. Ayana never thought she'd meet Tyler. Over the years things change for the best and sometimes the worst. But somethings never change.
Hope you understand that you were once my man, my love
But it’s time to move on...
We used to be that couple that everyone wished they could be like. We were soul mates. We understood each other. But then something happened and changed everything. He’s a different person than the one I fell in love with. No matter what, there are always those memories we have… those nights at Duffy’s.
Hey Jude, don't let me down
You have found her, now go and get her
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better
So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin
You're waiting for someone to perform with
And don't you know that it's just you, hey Jude, you'll do
The movement you need is on your shoulder
Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her under your skin
Then you'll begin to make it
Better
He's the producer, she's the artist. Together they will make music...with a little chaos thrown in.
The last story in the "All or Nothing" trilogy of Natalia and Justin.
Some lies are inescapable...
*the original*
You stand in the corner of a crowded club, sipping your gin martini: stirred, up, one olive; and slightly rocking to the music. You fix your hair and sneak a peak down your body making sure everything is in place. When you look up you see a tall man with dirty blonde curls and eyes as blue as the water in Paradise.
“What’s your name?” he asks, holding a glass of coke and some kind of alcohol.
You laugh and play with the olive in your martini, “Really? That’s your pick up line?”
He gives you a half smile and looks down at the ground before answering, “Who says I’m trying to pick you up?”
“OK then, keep walking,”