Lately Justin has been getting even more annoying. We have been making out more frequently ( like every night after the show).  Everyone on tour knows that I have some status with Justin. So whenever he is in a bitchy mood like today I was the one that had to talk to him. We were doing a dry run through the songs and Justin was in a foul mood cursing and yelling at everyone.

            “ If you people don’t get yourselves together, you are all gonna get fired!” Justin screams. He has been at it all day and frankly I have had enough. I grab his arm and drag him into the trap door near the bottom of the stage.

            “What the heck is your problem? These people work their behinds off to make you look good and you’re yelling at them” I whisper harshly to him. The trap door is like a closet and I am pretty sure every else is listening to our  “lovers quarrel”.

            “ Nothing is wrong with me. I just want this concert to be perfect. I just want to be able to have a good show tonight” He says not looking directly into my eyes. If there is one thing I have learned about Justin it is that he wears his heart on his sleeve so it is easy to know whether he is lying or not.

            “ Now that you have fed me a line tell me what is really bothering you” I said.  He just continued to look at his feet and then he looked up at me with those eyes. His eyes were a pale blue color today and he looked like someone had just killed his puppy. I know for a fact that his crazy dogs are still alive so I have no clue what he is sad about. Before I have time to process what is going on with him, he grabs my face and kisses me. The kiss is harsh and reassuring. But he soon slows down and takes his time to explore my mouth with his tongue. He licks my lips and moves toward my neck. I moan a little because Justin has a way of making me feel so good.  He begins to suck on my neck a little and I can’t help but think that I am gonna have a hickey when I get out of this place. All of a sudden he stops.  I give him a pissed of look because I now I am turned on and now he wants to talk.

            “ Can I have all of you?” He asks in a small whisper. I barely hear him over my heavy breathing and then I realize I am the reason Justin has been so pissy. I don’t know what to say to him. I don’t want to give him all of me.

            “ Not just your body, I want all of your attention” He says a little louder. He moves his hands to my waist and grips me tightly.  He knees down and kisses my tummy. He has got his head against my abs and showering it with kisses.

            “ I know you don’t wanna have sex with me but you have nothing to be afraid of. If you want to be just friends with benefits that is fine. I just want you to myself” He says.  He stands up an lifts my shirt over my head. He takes off my bra and takes my breast into his mouth. I give another moan as his tongue swirls against my nipple. I run my hands through his non existent hair and he holds me tighter. I pull at his belt buckle and undo the belt.

            “ Fine, but I am not your girlfriend we just have sex with each other and no one else. If you have sex with someone else I am gone. I don’t fancy getting an STD from some groupie” I say sternly. He chuckles and gives me a nefarious look.

            “ Well stop talking and get to work” And we do.

            It has been 3 weeks since the trap door incident and things between Justin and I have been going well. We are back in LA for a while before we go on the international leg of FutureSex/ Loveshow. LA is a crazy place but it is mostly annoying. Justin and I have been photographed all over the country, going to clubs after shows, eating lunch at restaurants,  and playing golf. All that has given the press the crazy idea that we are a couple.  But now that we are in LA together they assume that the rumors are true. Justin hasn’t tried to clear up the rumor and I think he is enjoying it.

            I walking outside of the dance studio where I walked in on a ballet class to Justin’s car He is sitting in it with his sunglasses on. There is a crowd of pap taking his pic. I suddenly wish I told Trace to pick me up because he warrants less pap. I put on my shades and walk over to the car. One pap spots me and shouts “ the girlfriend” I pick up my step and gingerly get into his car. He is laughing like the ass that he is.

            “ What ?” I say as he is trying to pull out of the parking lot.

            “ You look like a sexy ballerina” He says. I laugh and give a cheeky grin to one of the pap’s cameras. And look right into the guys lens and say

            “ And I am as flexible as a rubber band”

            After my little stunt at the dance studio according to Justin his publicist phone was ringing off the hook about me. The pap wanted to know who I was and Justin was begging me to let her release at least my name.

            “ No way. I am not letting a bunch of balding old white guys butcher my name” I say. Trace interjects

            “ We could give them  a little tutorial A-MAK-A” Trace laughs. I give him a stern look he is suppose to be on my side.

            “ I am not even your girlfriend. Why would you let them know about me?” I reason.  Trace gives me a funny look and replies

            “ You go out to dinner together, you have met his mother, you are staying in his house, who did you think you are to him”. I realize that Trace is right. I have unknowingly became the girlfriend of Justin Timberlake.  Shoot me now.

            “ I need to get drunk” I say exasperated. Justin gives me a weird look.

            “ You are only 18” He says. I hope he is joking.

            “ And what 18 year olds don’t get drunk. Is that a joke?” I say. I storm into the kitchen to see what alcohol he has stashed. I open the fridge and all I see is Corona, white mans beer.

            “ Don’t you have any hard liquor, or a Heineken? “ I question. He has to what grown man doesn’t want to get plastered every once in a while.

            “ I didn’t plan on getting wasted so there isn’t any” he replies shutting the fridge. But that is okay because I kind of want to dance so a club would be the best place right now.

            “ Fine. I am going to get changed and we are going to the hottest club in LA that will let in an 18 year old” I shout triumphantly. Justin and Trace give each other worried looks. They should be worried. I am going to get bombed.

            Justin, Trace and I get a driver to drive us over to Villa, Justin’s favorite club. He has told me about it a lot and says it’s a cool place. I am pumped.

            “ So here is the plan. I called the owner he says its cool for you to come in and get trashed, but you cannot look trashed when you leave” Justin instructs me.  I down a shot of Grey Goose and order another.

            “ Yeah I get it. But I plan leaving here on a stretcher so I don’t think the owner has anything to worry about” I give him my best smile. Do another shot and start dancing. It is gonna be a good night.

            It is 3 am and I am so gone that I could care less. I have my hand down Justin’s pants and the other hand in his hair. I am kissing him like a crazy person and pressing my body against his. His hand is up my dress and the other hand squeezing my bum. I am giggling and having fun.  We get up to leave without Trace who found a young lady who looked like the doming type. As we approach the back door Justin and I are tangled in each other and are roaming our hands all over each other. The guard opens the door and the paps are still there.  The first flash goes off and Justin and I snap our heads down. The car comes around and Justin ushers me in. He gets in after me and the light bulbs are still going off. I giggle a little and pull Justin close to me and whisper  “ Do you think I should suck your dick now or later?”