We used to be that couple that everyone wished they could be like. We were soul mates. We understood each other. But then something happened and changed everything. He’s a different person than the one I fell in love with. No matter what, there are always those memories we have… those nights at Duffy’s.
She sat at the foot of the bed, biting her bottom lip and looking up at me. She offered a sweet smile but it was killing me. I haven’t been home in six months and it’s awkward, it’s not supposed to be awkward. “I’m really proud of you.”
“I know,” I answered quickly; she’s said it a hundred times. I know she means well, but I don’t think the fact that I just finished a six-month detox and rehab program is anything to be proud of. It’s something that I should be ashamed of, or at least the fact that I was taking heroine in the first place.
I really suck at summaries haha I have no idea what to write for this one ;) I wrote it for a challenge so I figured I'd post it on up.
Justin Timberlake is such a nice, normal person. He’s so sweet and laid back and really is the boy next door. The fame hasn’t gone to his head at all. Ah… sarcasm. What a wonderful thing. The truth is Justin is probably the most annoying, obnoxious, self-absorbed human being in the universe. He has the world fooled. I know this because I am his personal assistant, or as he looks at it: his slave.
Justin’s my best friend. My best friend since I was born. I’ve never in my life been nervous to talk to him. I sure as hell have never left such an awkward voicemail. There is only one possible way to screw up enough that I’m nervous to talk to my best friend. Looks like I managed to find it.
The hardest part is over. Ok, that’s obviously a lie. The hardest part will be when he’s here sitting across the table from me eating his pasta without any knowledge of the bomb I’m about to drop on him.
This is the sequel to "The Kiss" that was written for a challenge like... a million years ago. You may want to read that first, it's short don't worry haha. You can find it here: http://nsync-fiction.com/viewstory.php?sid=1141
They met on her roof. Justin was ready to jump and escape his life forever. Ashlee saved him. She drives him crazy, he annoys the hell out her, but they need each other.
They took her away from me. Nobody seems to get that. I finally found the love of my life; the girl I married and they stole her. They took her and my daughter and all anyone can do is tell me how sorry they are.
Written for the Drama Queen Challenge (I hope I'm doing this right)
Option A: The One I Gave My Heart To – Aaliyah
Relationships end and majority of the time it’s not a mutual thing. It’s heart-wrenching. Your leading lady has loved her man and loved him to the best of her ability for a long length of time. At a time they were engaged but now it’s over. The reason the relationship is ending is up to you. Maybe it’s him or maybe it’s her but either way you need to really examine the different emotions that they are going through during the process. They now have to learn to live separately when they have co-existed seemingly forever.
Includes: U-Haul truck, boxes and tape, scent of his cologne, engagement ring, a nosey neighbor.
You stand in the corner of a crowded club, sipping your gin martini: stirred, up, one olive; and slightly rocking to the music. You fix your hair and sneak a peak down your body making sure everything is in place. When you look up you see a tall man with dirty blonde curls and eyes as blue as the water in Paradise.
“What’s your name?” he asks, holding a glass of coke and some kind of alcohol.
You laugh and play with the olive in your martini, “Really? That’s your pick up line?”
He gives you a half smile and looks down at the ground before answering, “Who says I’m trying to pick you up?”
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.
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?
Lindsay takes off from her life in California and settles in a small town in the country and tries to start over. Collaboration with: Coffee (http://coffee.nsyncfiction.net/) Winner of season 7 at Lovers Of Nsync Fiction Awards: Best Justin & Best Song Based Thanks for the votes!
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