Fantasia is huge *Nsync fan and she just landed a job she could only dream of… being *Nsync’s masseur and physical therapist! Can she handle working this closely with her five favorite guys? Will she become friends with them? Or will they find out her deepest, darkest secret?
I've been working on this story on and off for over six years. (Yes, really!) I'm slow at typing so updates will not be frequent. The story starts out in the PG/PG-13 range, but later chapters will be NC-17. ***UPDATE*** Thanks to Jordan the story has now been reformatted.
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Lena jean was almost two, melody and Justin marriage was perfect, but something still bothered melody, there were big plans in their future, and no one expected this to happen.
The boys never believed the stories of Ravencrest as they grew up. So, on Halloween, they decide to prove the tales of the disappearances wrong by staying in the Ravencrest mansion for the weekend. They soon find out that they might not make it to the weekend and that they have to fight just to survive the night. When the clock strikes twelve all hell breaks loose and the boys find that they need to rely on each other now more than ever to live to see another day.
A Halloween inspired AU story.
Growing up everyone has memorable moments that they will never forget; and with these two peas in a pod it's no different. Follow Justin and Lorraine to see if they really were just friends or could it been young love along...
Because every relationship has a lil history...
Justin and Kieele currently live in Memphis the roughest parts you could say. Kieele wants out, out of her struggling lifestyle she's living. She wants something better, she wants more than what Memphis has to offer which isn't much for someone like her. Only 18. And it don't help much when her boyfriend is Justin Timberlake.
I hope you all like it.
My name is Kat Sharpe and I’m a model, no, not even a model a supermodel. People seem to think I’m this unbelievably sexy girl, I’m afraid they’re going to find out the truth soon and I’m going to back to living on the streets. Sometimes I feel like I’m dreaming, but then there’s the days that I feel like I’m living in a nightmare. My life is not easy, and I’m sick of everyone assuming it is. I feel like I’m trapped in this life I have no control over.
Trapped in a box of tremendous size
It distorts my vision, it closes my eyes
Attracts filthy flies and pollutes in the skies
It sucks up our lives and proliferates lies
Trapped in a box
Trapped in a box, four walls as sky
Got a screen for a window about two feet wide
My mind rides and slides as my circuits are
fried
No room for thought, use the box as my guide
Trapped in a box
Ooh trapped in a box
Watch the world as it flocks
To life's paradox
And we're all trapped in a box
Oh trapped in a box I'm not alone
I know of others with a box as their home
Light only enters from a crack or a hole
Oh this is not enough for a human to grow
Trapped in a box
Ooh trapped in a box
Watch the world as it flocks
To life's paradox
And we're all trapped in a box
Always wanting a different view
Instant gratification for you
Reality gone with a single click
Just hope that that switch won't stick
Ah trapped in a box my life becomes void
And all of the thought for myself's now
destroyed
Controlling my mind, what to eat, what to buy
Subliminal rules: how to live, how to die
Trapped in a box
"Trapped In A Box"- No Doubt
Just a little, silly story I wrote for a song I've had in my head for days.
Trapped In The Drive-Thru by Weird Al Yankovic
Hence the name of the title.
I’ve never been graceful. Never. I don’t think there has ever been a time where I could walk into a room and not do something stupid and absolutely embarrassing enough to make me want to hide under a rock for the rest of my existence. My first day of kindergarten I tripped and knocked all the paints down, ruining Natalie Millar’s pretty white dress her mother just bought her. Needless to say, Natalie Millar was never my friend. She held onto that grudge all through high school. I haven’t seen her in seven years, but I’m pretty sure if I were to see her again she’d still hate me.
AHH thanks guys!
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