Justin Fan Fiction

The Risk

Chapter 1: Part 1

Melana groaned as she was dragged once again against her will to an LA club at 7pm. She hated clubs, but she needed to get out. Forget life. Forget about all the shit that's been going down recently.

She rolled her eyes as they approached The Spider Club in West LA. "Guys, what the fuck are we doing here? You know I freaking HATE clubs!"

"Oh Lana, quit your whining already. You need to get out. Am I right?" Stacey inquired.

"Hey ya'll, lets go already. I wanna dance, come on losers." Amy shouted.

Melana hung her head down. Someone had suddenly bumped into her, "Oh I'm sorry." the voice spoke.

She didn't even bother to look up, she didn't care. Someone could have shot her with a .45 and she wouldn't give a second glance. "Its alright." she spoke quickly.

"J, lets go. We're already late. Trace is meeting us inside. Come on." a female voice called out loud.

"Ok, Cam, I'm coming. See ya I guess." the voice next to her said. It was so soft and full of romance.

Melana frowned, 'damn that voice would be leaving, oh well.' "Ok, bye." she whispered, not really caring, still in her alienated mood.

She walked next to Amy, hating every minute of the night and it hadn't even started yet, "Amy I wanna get the hell outta here. I hate it here. Please take me back." she pleaded.

She turned with an annoyed face, "Dude, settle down. Nothing's happened yet. Here come on they're finally letting us in. I knew my bro' would hook us up. Come on!" She dragged her inside with Stacey behind.

Once inside Melana covered her ears. She made her way to the bathroom. She opened the door and walked over to the stall, once inside she locked it. She leaned her head against the side and closed her eyes until the bathroom door opened reavealing piercing indistinct voices.

"...Oh I know. What a slut. He could do so much better than her. She could be like his grandma. Cameron Diaz does NOT belong with Justin Timberlake. Can you believe he actually brought that little ball of fluff? What a bitch."

"I know, dude. She's so skanky. Justin deserves so much better than someone who can't go 5 minutes without showing her ass crack. Let's go I'm done." With that they both left.

Melana couldn't believe it as she listened to everything. The nerve of some people. Why is the world overpopulated with the wrong kind of people. She didn't understand. Honestly, what they were saying had nothing to with her, she still felt bad. As she washed her hands, she made her way out and spotted her friends at the bar.

"Hey guys, what's up?"

Stacey turned, "Nothing much, just chatting. Do you know Cameron Diaz is with her boy toy JT? That's sickening. I can't believe that shit!"

Amy snorted in agreement, "I know, dude. What a biatch. He could have anyone and he picks the grandma of all skanks. That's just messed up. Don't you agree Lana?"

Melana bit her lip, "Umm... well..." she trailed off.

"Hey y'all, I'll be back. You want second rounds?" nobody spoke up so he nodded and got up, "A'ight, just me then. I'll be back."

He walked toward the bar and got another Corona. He heard female voices and shook his head until he heard his and Cameron's names mentioned. His ears peaked with interest as he listened in on the conversation.

"...Come on Lana. You gotta admit, they are using each other." Stacey piped.

Melana shrugged and spoke calmly, "You guys, its his life. It's none of my business what he does with it. I think we should really but out."

"But, come on, he really could do better than Diaz. She's so old and nasty-" Melana cut her off.

"Stacey stop it already. You guys are really no different than those girls in the bathroom. Just leave the guy alone already. I'll be right back, gotta make a call." she made her way out towards the back entrance where the phones are for privacy.

Justin smiled geniuinely. It's been a long time since someone didn't insult him for his love life. Who is this girl? Lana, was that her name? Its pretty. I didn't get a good look at her face but I bet she's beautiful. That voice though. Sweet and soft and slightly hoarse. Wonder where she went.

Melana finished her call and rounded the corner when she bumped into something hard, "I'm sorry."

That voice, its her. Lana. Ok, dumbass say something, "Its my fault, I'm sorry." Smooth J, real smooth.

Oh man, that voice. That romantic voice. Say something, now! "Its ok, umm bye." she started to leave.

"Wait... uh, do you wanna talk or something? Someplace less loud." he tried to look at her face but she turned away.

"Uh, no thanks. I gotta go." She walked back to her table.

He frowned. Maybe she doesn't want to talk. Why did she come to a club then? Something's up. He walked over to her table and tapped her shoulder lightly. She turned around and came face to face.

Melana's eyes squinted a little. His face looks so familar. Those eyes, lips, and that nose. Oh my goodness, it is him! Justin Timberlake is in front of me. He's more beautiful in person. Damn those eyes. No Lana, turn away. He has a girlfriend.

Justin could barely form two words. Damn, she IS beautiful. Those lips alone were deadly weapons. They were hypnotizing all parts of him. He was immobile. She put him under a spell. He unconsciously wet his lips as he took in all of her beauty.

She finally turned away, her hair hiding her face. "Yes? Um, if this is your table I can leave. I'm sorry." she got up suddenly and started to walk away when he gently held her arm.

He cleared his throat and tried to find words. Anything to get her to stay. "No, its not, uh what's your name?" even though he already knew.

Her eyes stared at his hand resting on her arm and looked up into his dark eyes. "Melana, and your Justin right?"

"Yeah, I am Justin. Would you like to dance?" he slowly released her arm.

"I don't dance." she said quickly.

He let out a small laugh, "You don't dance? Why are you in a club then?"

"I don't know. I should be leaving. My friends dragged me here. I hate clubs. So many phoney people and celebrities; no offense."

"None taken. Although, I'm of a rare breed of celebrity who's actually not shallow."

She smirked, "That's helpful I guess. Anyway, see ya around, Justin."

"Wait a sec, you sure you don't want to dance. It'll be fun, I promise."

"I told you I don't dance." she persisted.

"Come on already. I can teach you. I am ME after all."

"Thanks, but no thanks. I really gotta go. My friends are calling me. Nice talking to you. Later."

"Yeah, later." he sighed defeated on the stool at the bar.

He turned his head and saw a black purse. His eyebrows crossed in a question. Then, he figured it out. Its Melana's. It has to be. Well, she's coming back to get it. He grinned as an idea came to him. He grabbed a club card and quickly scribbled something on it and put it in her purse before he heard heals walking to the purse.

"Thank you. Almost forgot it. Thanks a lot." He handed it back to her but didn't let go.

"One dance and I'll leave you alone." he smiled.

"Come on, let go. I mean it." she tugged it more.

"Please, one dance is all." he pouted.

"No, come on Justin, let go."

He tugged her closer to his face and got a closer look at her face. "Its just a dance, come on. What do ya say?"

She leaned in his face more, stopping to look a his lips, "I'd say get a life, your girlfriend looks like she's breathing fire. See ya." She turned her face away, grabbing her purse from his grasp, and dashed out to her friends waiting outside.