"Bloody asshole," I muttered under my breath as I rummaged through my bag for my car keys. This was one of the rare times I actually had used my car to come to work, following behind Marty. And it was the one time that I regretted it, it was taking me ages to find my keys in my bag. "Ah ha!" I finally found my keys and yanked them out, but just as I did so they fell from my grasp and onto the floor, somewhere under the car. "Great, just what I need." I sighed heavily and got down on my hands and knees.

"Uh, excuse me but do you need any help?" A voice asked from somewhere behind me. I lifted my head slightly and looked up, and looked into a pair of familiar blue eyes.

"Uh, no just dropped my keys," I said blushing as I found them and scrambled to stand back up, wondering where I knew this person from. "But thanks anyways."

"No problems," he smiled and extended his hand to me. "I’m JC by the way."

"I’m Tiffany," I said and shook his hand, the name sounded very familiar.

"Yeah I know, Justin’s friend from the hat shop right?" he smiled with a twinkle in his eye. I nodded, wondering how he knew. "We met that night at the club, but I think you were too drunk to remember."

"Oh yes! Now I remember!" I laughed nervously as images of his blue eyes flashed through my mind as I remembered Justin pulling me out of the bar. "Sorry."

"It’s alright," he flashed another smile at me and I found myself blushing. "It’s understandable."

"Yeah I just had a bad week that time," I answered, "Kindda like today."

"Really?" he asked, and I noticed concern etch across his features. I nodded. "What happened, if you don’t mind asking?"

"Nothing, just man troubles," I laughed nervously, not really wanting to go into it with him. He nodded in understanding.

"Well I hope everything works out for you," he said, I could tell he was being sincere. "Anyways I better head out before J has a heart attack. It was nice seeing you again Tiffany, sober this time." I laughed lightly and smiled back.

"You too and thanks again," I replied, running a hand over the strap of my bag.

"No problems. I’ll see you around," he said with a nod.

"Yeah, I’ll see you around," I nodded, "Bye."

"Bye," he gave one last smile and turned to walk away. I smiled back, and as I watched him walk away, I really wondered what a guy like him was doing being friends with a guy like Justin.

To say I was fired would be to say someone actually had the courtesy to call me up and tell me I was fired, to go home and not turn up for work. But nobody called me. In fact, a day later, after I’d walked out on set; I came back to the shoot only to be told I was not allowed on the premises. That Mr Justin Timberlake had BANNED me from working.

It was alright with me, I mean I didn’t really have a problem with not breaking my bones for that jerk. But what got me thinking was how they would find a replacement and re-shoot the video when they were already tight on a schedule. Yes, I still cared about Justin’s life even though he clearly didn’t care so much about me.

And to top everything off, I had missed my period that month. It was something I didn’t need, but I attributed it to stress, and hoped I would get it in a few days after I had calmed down. But I didn’t, and that had me panicked. So to just get my mind set back at ease I picked up a test, just to be on the safe side.

So there I was, sitting nervously on the edge of the bath tub, waiting for the results of the test and worrying myself silly. I often found my mind wondering, thinking about what would happen if it turned out to be positive. But then I quickly found myself erasing that thought from my mind and going back to thinking it would definitely be negative. There would no way in hell I would have become pregnant, because Jay and I were always careful, we took no chances.

But there was one thing I didn’t think of at the time. If it was positive, then the baby could very well be not Jay’s, but the one person I hadn’t thought of. It could be Justin Timberlake’s.