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It’s no surprise that the editor in chief is Randall’s son Justin Timberlake who along with his half brother Robert Pattinson Timberlake are the heirs to the A-List Fashion Empire…
Gosh what was I thinking? Someone like me from a middle class home never makes it onto the A-List. Who was I kidding? I’m doomed to be one of those ‘Z-List’ people for the rest of my life. This sure is going to be an experience…”
I sneak peeks at him everyday but he never notices me. The exuberant emotions I bear towards him are far more than I can handle and are very unprofessional. I dream about this man every night in hopes that one day he'll acknowledge my presence or at least get my name right, but to no avail.... Justin is my fetish and secret guilty pleasure. That's all he's ever going to be and I can live with that....
A crush I can not love.
A heart I can not fill.
A love I can not give.
A bond I can not break.
For this love can not exist.
By Angela Moore
"I can believe you don't have a man presently, but I won't believe that you don't want one." Pausing, his blues latch onto my browns and he smiles slyly. "I'll tell you what I think though. I think that you just haven't gotten the man you want yet...or maybe..." Drifting again, his smile widens. "He just doesn't know that you indeed want him so he can make the first move." Damn, he knows me so well...
Justin Timberlake hated the entertainment industry for what it did to him mentally. He hated who he became because of it....He hated the fake, shallow, self-centered people that surrounded him on a regular basis. But, most importantly he hated the fame and lack of privacy. There was always someone gnawing at him, ripping thread by thread, peeling away at his sanity...
If I got a second chance and was able to push the rewind or redo button on my life for all those moments I regret, I would not change the decision or choices I've made. And you know what? It was and still is all because of him…my weakness…my enemy but my desire…my ‘biker boy’…my…Justin.
The ritual with Justin is: work his ass off from Monday to Friday in the studio, party till he drops Friday night, mop around with a nasty hangover taking long naps in between for most of Saturday and finally, spend time with his girlfriend (you) on Sunday if ever. You're more than fed up with this routine and you think it's time for a change...
Song: Fatal by J Holiday
I fall yet again, standing abruptly while I scurry away from his intense yells. I see his dark figure in the distance, highlighted by the moonlight. I cry out for help, but we're in the middle of nowhere. I can't believe this. He was once my boyfriend, but now, all I see is a monster...
For Justin and Trisha, nothing is ever as it seems. Everyone has a dark side...and with that dark side comes chaos and confusion. But....Never Judge a book by it's cover....
Justin Timberlake was going back to school. He knew that he was going to be in hell on earth indefinitely because he wasn't going to just any school. He was going to attend the toughest, strictest boarding school in the country to prove to the public and his fans that he could indeed survive school life after being issued the challenge on live television. And, he was going in prepared for whatever his school life experience would dish out at him. There was just one flaw in his little plan. He was prepared for everything except the last thing he ever thought would happen to him while attending Higher Heights Boarding School...falling in love. Like that wasn't disaster enough, he had to end up falling for the most unlikely candidate in the entire school who wasn't even his type which only proved to Justin that the biggest challenge he was going to face, was yet to come...
Palms - sweating.
Nervous - wreck.
Eyes - bloodshot from too much alcohol consumption.
Head - light - pounding...
He's not sure of anything right now except the intoxication he's feeling...
He's so screwed...
(Song by: Rhianna feat Ne-yo - Hate that I Love You)
He’s haunted by something that isn’t real, but isn’t false either. It’s almost like fate is playing a terrible trick on him, creating an illusion he can’t get out of. And it only takes one single action on his part to change the entire course of his life forever…
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