Ain't Worth Crying Over
SS by Kristen
Part 1
Britney got up one morning. Just a regular day. Just another day.
“Good morning, Luke.” She cooed as she noticed her German Shepard lying on the end of her bed. Britney got in the shower to get ready to go to work.
Her way she stopped picking up the daily magazine that she absolutely loves. “Thanks, Charlie.” As she grabbed the paper out of his hands and continued to walk.
When she got to the studio she sat in a corner to read the paper.
The very sexy mouseketter, Justin Timberlake, was out wondering around the street in the early morning, after partying the night away with some friends. Timberlake was drinking and got kicked out of the club he was partying at. The club Manager reported ‘Mr. Timberlake crossed the line with a few comments. I just couldn’t stand for it.’ We’d like to believe that these comments were aimed at ex-temptress, Britney Spears. When we asked the club manager he replied ‘Britney is a beautiful girl. And this doesn’t have anything to do with her.’ Ya right, Sorry. But we don’t buy it.
Britney slammed her paper down. “Just leave me alone! I can handle myself for crying-freaking-out-loud.” She refused to look at the dancers and other people that just stared at her by her rash comments.
She grabbed her notebook and pen and decided to write. Glancing to the paper ever so often. Bopping her head up and down to the beat flying through her head and to the lyrics that followed right after it.
Her cell phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Brit. I was just calling to see how you were?” Her friend replied on the other line.
“Hey Jace. Yes I already read the paper?” Silence was on the other end until she broke it. “JC, What did you want?”
“You are thinking about him aren’t you?”
Britney sat there reading over her lyrics to the song she was working on. “Ya. I am. I always do.”
“Why? Don’t beat yourself up about him. I am sick of you sitting at home. Waiting and thinking he’s going to come back to you. Sweetie, I only want the best for you.”
“Why does everyone think that they want the best for me? I don’t understand! This is My life. Why can’t I do want I want? Huh?”
“Just calm down. Listen I got to go to a meeting. I’ll call back when I’m done.” The phone went silent and Brit hung up.
“Oh Joy. I just can’t wait.” She mumbled and putting the phone back in its place in her bag.
Truth was, Britney never told anyone anything that happened with her and Justin. No one knew everyone just assumed from everything he did. But no one would ask her opinion or her thoughts on anything that happened.
She went back to her writing. She decided to block everything out. She needed to think. She needed to be alone.
“Brit? Hey. Brit?” She glanced up seeing one of her dancers calling her over. “You ready?”
Britney stood up, still in a daze. The music came on but she totally blocked it out. She knew the routine so well all she was doing was thinking about Justin. Everyone just stopped to stare at her.
“Stop stop stop stop stop!!! Cut the music.” But Brit kept dancing. “Brit?” she felt a tap on the shoulder. “Take five everyone.”
“What are you doing? I was really getting into that, Fe!” Fe led her off the dance floor off to the side. To the spot Britney vacated not to long ago. “Uh. Fe?”
“Stop thinking about him, Brit?” Britney just rolled her eyes. “I’m serious Britney. You need to stop thinking about him. The things he put you through. The times you cried at night. You don’t deserve it.”
Britney just stared ahead, then at Fe. “I deserve him, Fe.” Britney stood up, leaving the clueless Fe alone. “Come on everyone.”
Britney continued the hard grueling day of her rehearsals for the tour. She was more passionate and more into the music than she ever has been. Everyone in the room saw it.
The day was over and Britney was walking out of the studio.
“Oh, excuse me.” She apologized to the stranger to bumped into. “Oh, never mind.”
“Come on, Brit.” Justin replied picking up the notebook she dropped. He read over the lyrics that the page fell open to. “Nice.” Britney snatched it away. “Since when can’t I read your lyrics?”
“Since you broke my heart, Justin.”
“Oh. Come on. Don’t start believing that shit again.”
“What shit, Justin? Never mind, just, never mind.”
“No what?”
“Listen to my album. That’s what.” Leaving stunned, open-mouthed Justin at the door of the studio. Brit walked home.
Home. The apartment she shared with her brother. The beautiful 2 floor, 5 bedroom, 3 baths, huge kitchen, amazing apartment, she called home.
“Hey, Lukey.” The excited three-year-old dog raced to her before she even stepped into the house. “Hey, Baby lets check the messages.”
A few from her mom reminding her about important family events she has to be at, and one from JC.
She rolled her eyes as soon as she heard JC’s voice.
The phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hey Brit.”
“God Lord, leave me alone!” She slammed the phone down.
It rang again.
“Please Brit?”
“What do you want Justin?”
“You know what I want. An explanation. That’s all. Those things aren’t true about me. You know it.”
“Justin.”
“Stop saying my name like that, please. I loved you. I love you. What happened?”
Britney stood there looking at Luke, wondering what she should do.
“I realized the truth, Justin. I realized the truth Justin and it scared me.” Britney looked at Luke the only boy that could never break her heart. She was satisfied with her answer and hung up.
“Love is a scary thought, Lukey. Let’s go to bed.”