Categories: In Progress Het Stories
Characters: Group, Justin Timberlake, Lance Bass
Awards: None
Genres: Drama, Romance
Series: None
Chapters: 4
Wordcount: 10445 - Hits: 6195
Complete?: No - Published: Oct 13, 2007 - Last Updated: Oct 13, 2007 -
And when you're out there without a care
Yeah, I was out of touch
But it wasn't because I didn't know enough
I just knew too much.
- CrazyGnarls Barkley
When you are the biggest pop stars in the world, sometimes you need to unwind. Mackenzie understands but questions their methods, but she's willing to learn.
Mack Desrosiers: Born in Montreal, Quebec, Canada; raised in Memphis, Tennessee; residing in Orlando, Florida. She and Justin have been friends since they were in diapers. She's always seen as "one of the guys" or "Justin's little sister"; aways the follower, never the leader, which was how she found herself in Orlando in the first place. As their lives change she finally decides to grab her life by the horns and become the leader, earning the spot of being 'N Sync's choreographer. But everything comes with a price. For her, it's life coming at her like a speeding train and she doesn't know how to get out of the way with her back up against the wall.
"Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Don't walk behind me, I may not lead. Just walk beside me and be my friend." -- Albert Camus
Being edited as of 6/9/19
Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you.
One minute you're on the top of the world and it just doesn't get better than this and in an instant your whole world can turn upside down.
One night turned to two. Two turned to three, and before they knew it Madison and Justin found themselves meeting up more nights than not. Neither Justin nor Madison ever wanted anything more than fun. But fun can only last so long.
B-Twice gave me these keywords:
Cupcakes
Pregnant Wife
Morning Sickness
Oh and it had to be all about Justin!
I sat in front of a mirror finishing my makeup and felt a steady throbbing like the beating of a drum in my chest. I have never been so scared in my life, and I’ve been through a lot of shit. After taking a deep breath I stood up and fixed my fishnet stockings before taking one last look in the mirror. I look like a slut. What am I doing?