Chapter 6
Title: Sleepless
Pairing: Britney/Justin
Rating: PG-13
“And…?”
“And I asked him why.”
Lance rubs his face with his hands. He’s been dealing with paparazzi screaming their names in his face every single day for the past few months, all to protect their secret relationship - and what does she do? She screws it up.
“How did you ask him why?” He lifts his head, stares at her anxiously “flirty, right?”
She bites her lip, her mind racing back in time. They’d done that whole dating thing and they failed pretty damn miserably at it. All she could remember from that time (all she would ever allow herself to remember) was the fights and the tears. The bitterness.
So of course she was angry when he broke up with his girlfriend for her. He was basically pushing them back down that road.
She shakes her head warily “No, I was pissed.”
"What did he do then?" Lance sighs, irritated “Brit, are you going to tell the story or do I have to ask you to go on after every sentence?”
She rolls her eyes. This is starting to feel like a therapy session. All that is missing is a notepad and the neutrality of the therapist. Lance is so obviously siding with Justin.
“He went crazy on me!” She pouts angrily. He had no right to crush the porcelain. Her mother bought her that set.
Lance props his feet up on her coffee table “do you realize how hard it must’ve been for him to break up with that girl?”
She lets out a small scowl and throws one of the decoration pillows on him.
“Admit it,” he tries to be serious but fails with a laugh, “Jessica is hot.”
He feels a twinge of guilt when her gorgeous face falls if just for a second, showing her insecurity. She pushes it away quickly and then nudges his feet down from the table with her own feet.
“I’m not finished Britney.”
She picks on her fingernails distantly. He may not be done, but she is.
“I don’t want to hear it Lance.”
He ignores her.
“She’s pretty,” he gets up from his seat and walks over to her “but she means nothing to him.”
“Don’t sit on the armrest, it’ll break.”
He ignores her again, his fat ass plopping down on the fragile armrest.
“What’s done is done,” he tucks a blonde strand behind her ear “but you can still fix it.”
She shakes her head, tears starting to sting in her eyes “What makes you think he still wants me?”
“He broke up with Jessica Biel,” Lance smirks teasingly, “number one hottie-“
She pushes him down on the floor before he can finish.
“Shut up.”
His smile turns serious, as he sits there on the carpet staring up at her. “He loves you, that’s why.”
Pairing: Britney/Justin
Rating: PG-13
“And…?”
“And I asked him why.”
Lance rubs his face with his hands. He’s been dealing with paparazzi screaming their names in his face every single day for the past few months, all to protect their secret relationship - and what does she do? She screws it up.
“How did you ask him why?” He lifts his head, stares at her anxiously “flirty, right?”
She bites her lip, her mind racing back in time. They’d done that whole dating thing and they failed pretty damn miserably at it. All she could remember from that time (all she would ever allow herself to remember) was the fights and the tears. The bitterness.
So of course she was angry when he broke up with his girlfriend for her. He was basically pushing them back down that road.
She shakes her head warily “No, I was pissed.”
"What did he do then?" Lance sighs, irritated “Brit, are you going to tell the story or do I have to ask you to go on after every sentence?”
She rolls her eyes. This is starting to feel like a therapy session. All that is missing is a notepad and the neutrality of the therapist. Lance is so obviously siding with Justin.
“He went crazy on me!” She pouts angrily. He had no right to crush the porcelain. Her mother bought her that set.
Lance props his feet up on her coffee table “do you realize how hard it must’ve been for him to break up with that girl?”
She lets out a small scowl and throws one of the decoration pillows on him.
“Admit it,” he tries to be serious but fails with a laugh, “Jessica is hot.”
He feels a twinge of guilt when her gorgeous face falls if just for a second, showing her insecurity. She pushes it away quickly and then nudges his feet down from the table with her own feet.
“I’m not finished Britney.”
She picks on her fingernails distantly. He may not be done, but she is.
“I don’t want to hear it Lance.”
He ignores her.
“She’s pretty,” he gets up from his seat and walks over to her “but she means nothing to him.”
“Don’t sit on the armrest, it’ll break.”
He ignores her again, his fat ass plopping down on the fragile armrest.
“What’s done is done,” he tucks a blonde strand behind her ear “but you can still fix it.”
She shakes her head, tears starting to sting in her eyes “What makes you think he still wants me?”
“He broke up with Jessica Biel,” Lance smirks teasingly, “number one hottie-“
She pushes him down on the floor before he can finish.
“Shut up.”
His smile turns serious, as he sits there on the carpet staring up at her. “He loves you, that’s why.”