you still like coffee and I prefer tea
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He looks exactly like he did so many years ago but you don’t recognize him at first. It’s the way he carries himself, his posture higher and his stride more mature.
His back was against you as you flipped trough the magazine of bathroom interior, you glanced at him and then back down.He wore William Rast and his left arm hinted ink in the form of a cross. You didn’t think much about it… it’s a famous brand and an overused tattoo. And then he laughs, high and thundering. He laughs like only he can laugh, and you cant breathe.
So now here you are, hiding behind the shelf of towels and robes and wondering how the hell you get out unnoticed.instinctivly your hand goes up to your hair… you pulled it up in a high bun on your head this morning. Didn’t even bother to put on make up. Damn it, you must look horrible.
He wanders around across the room, touching a few bottles of shampoo and maybe wondering which one to take. He was always picky about his hair. You glance at the door.
A deep breath and you slowly creep out. Feet tiptoeing and it earns you a few curios glances. He seems pretty occupied by whatever he has in his hands - thank god - so this might actually work.
The door is inches away from your hand and you can feel your body starting to relax. But nothing ever goes this smooth. Out of nowhere a girl gasps, she must be around fifteen years old.
“IT’S…” her hand goes the her mouth and she starts shaking with excitement. Eyes closed, you wait for her to ruin it all “ITS BRITNEY SPEARS!”
He turns around swiftly, you can see it from the corner of your eye. There is a shrill of nervousness shooting trough your body as you think about the waves that must be forming on his forehead. You turn the focus back to the piece of paper that is being waved in front of your face. With a strained smile, you grab the pen.
When the girl has disappeared a few minutes later, he is still looking at you. You curse at the situation and take a few steps forward to meet him halfway.
“Justin, hi”
He shakes his head with a shy smile “Brit”
You nod. That’s you all right, Britney spears, the mess.
“You look great” he says, blue eyes staring. You fidget. He is polite… because great. seriously?
“Yeah well,” you glance at the door behind your shoulder “I’m kind of busy so… great to see you”
His smile fades “oh, okay. Yeah”
You turn around. He grabs your arm. He holds on softly, stops you in your steps.
“I haven’t seen you in forever” he mumbles, his hand falling down as he waits for you turn around. You don’t. “don’t I even get a hug?”
You push the door open and walk out into the chilly morning.
He stares after you, but you imagine him going back to the shelf of shampoos.
It’s easier this way.
Pairing/Character: Britney/Justin
Rating: K
Warning: No darling
He looks exactly like he did so many years ago but you don’t recognize him at first. It’s the way he carries himself, his posture higher and his stride more mature.
His back was against you as you flipped trough the magazine of bathroom interior, you glanced at him and then back down.He wore William Rast and his left arm hinted ink in the form of a cross. You didn’t think much about it… it’s a famous brand and an overused tattoo. And then he laughs, high and thundering. He laughs like only he can laugh, and you cant breathe.
So now here you are, hiding behind the shelf of towels and robes and wondering how the hell you get out unnoticed.instinctivly your hand goes up to your hair… you pulled it up in a high bun on your head this morning. Didn’t even bother to put on make up. Damn it, you must look horrible.
He wanders around across the room, touching a few bottles of shampoo and maybe wondering which one to take. He was always picky about his hair. You glance at the door.
A deep breath and you slowly creep out. Feet tiptoeing and it earns you a few curios glances. He seems pretty occupied by whatever he has in his hands - thank god - so this might actually work.
The door is inches away from your hand and you can feel your body starting to relax. But nothing ever goes this smooth. Out of nowhere a girl gasps, she must be around fifteen years old.
“IT’S…” her hand goes the her mouth and she starts shaking with excitement. Eyes closed, you wait for her to ruin it all “ITS BRITNEY SPEARS!”
He turns around swiftly, you can see it from the corner of your eye. There is a shrill of nervousness shooting trough your body as you think about the waves that must be forming on his forehead. You turn the focus back to the piece of paper that is being waved in front of your face. With a strained smile, you grab the pen.
When the girl has disappeared a few minutes later, he is still looking at you. You curse at the situation and take a few steps forward to meet him halfway.
“Justin, hi”
He shakes his head with a shy smile “Brit”
You nod. That’s you all right, Britney spears, the mess.
“You look great” he says, blue eyes staring. You fidget. He is polite… because great. seriously?
“Yeah well,” you glance at the door behind your shoulder “I’m kind of busy so… great to see you”
His smile fades “oh, okay. Yeah”
You turn around. He grabs your arm. He holds on softly, stops you in your steps.
“I haven’t seen you in forever” he mumbles, his hand falling down as he waits for you turn around. You don’t. “don’t I even get a hug?”
You push the door open and walk out into the chilly morning.
He stares after you, but you imagine him going back to the shelf of shampoos.
It’s easier this way.
Pairing/Character: Britney/Justin
Rating: K
Warning: No darling