I Do Not Love Justin Timberlake

"Baby! Baby! Come here!" Justin mumbled drunkenly, hanging his head. Britney looked up from her seat on the couch, distracting herself from her conversation with Laura Lynn.

"What the hell is he hollering about?" Britney asked. Laura Lynn shrugged her shoulders. JC stumbled into the living room, laughing hysterically.

"Britney! Baby! I'm stuck inside the window. Help me." He yelled, wavering on the window ledge.

Britney stood up, laughing herself. She walked into the hallway to see that Justin was telling the truth. She put her hands on her hips why a few bystanders watched.

Justin tried to look behind him, but couldn't due to the window sill. "Britney? Baby, is that you?" He asked looking down at the grass below him.

"Yes. Why are you in the window?" She asked, trying to hide her laughter now.

"Help me out. I don't want to fall in my puke." He mumbled drunkenly. She scrunched her nose.

"You stuck yourself out the window to vomit?" She smirked, relishing in the site before her.

"Just help me out here." She looked back to JC.

"Hey, if I did, he'd fall and break something. It's hilarious. Justin's stuck in a window." He managed to get through his laughter. She rolled her eyes.

"Baby, you still there?" He asked, swaying his legs. She smiled, going up to him.

"I'm right here." She replied. "Alright, I'm going to help you out here since your friends are too busy laughing at you." She said, sticking her hand out the window to put on his shoulder.

"Great. I knew I loved you for something." He replied. His eyes focused in and out on the grass beneath him.

"Yeah." She whispered. " Can you move your hips any further back?" She asked. He smiled.

"I remember I once asked you that." He smiled drunkenly. She smacked his head with her hand.

"Shut up." She grinned. She put her right hand around his hip. Seeing that he couldn't move his hips any further back without bringing herself on top of him, she asked him if he could put his hands on the window sill.

"No. You know, this reminds me of my 21st birthday. You know, when I got stuck in the closet in our bedroom. That was funny stuff right there man. Britney, you still there? Baby? Baby?" He asked.

"Britney? Do you still love me?" Justin asked, stacking the plastic shot glasses on top of each other. Britney looked down, taking a drink of her Pepsi.

"You were my first love. I guess there's something inside of me that still loves you." They were sitting in Lance's kitchen while a few others were in the living room having conversations. The kitchen held a few other occupants too entranced in each other to notice the two talking.

"I still love you, Pinky." He smiled drunkenly. She shifted in her seat.

"But I know that I love you. You know, even when I was with Cameron, I loved you. Maybe that's why we broke up. She always said I was too hung up on you. I guess she was right. I love you, Pinky." She closed her eyes tightly, trying to hold back so many memories.

"Justin, don't." She whispered. He leaned in closer over the table.

"But I do. Ever since you started dating Kevin, I totally lost myself. I couldn't stand being with Cameron, knowing that she couldn't replace you." He whispered, looking into her brown eyes. "You can't lie to me Brit. You know as much as I do that he loved you, but not like me."

"Justin-"

"And then he got Shar pregnant. I didn't even see that coming. But, you know. I felt so bad for you I let you be. I sent you those flowers." Her head shot up. He sat back, stacking more shot glasses.

"That was you?" She asked.

"Yeah. I thought you could use the comfort." He shook his head.

"I've gotta go." She said, quickly leaving her chair. She rushed to the bathroom, leaving Justin to stacking shot glasses.

And now she was here, helping her ex-boyfriend out of a window. "Alright, I'm going try to pull you back. You're going to need to help me here, J."

"Hey, you called me J. Never thought that was coming." He smiled. She shifted her eyes, pulling on his hip. He pushed against the windowsill, causing her to fall on top of him, through the open window.

"Baby, you still there." He asked, looking behind him since it pushed him further out the window.

"Yeah. Alright, I'm going to go outside to try to get you out the window. Try to stay still." She said, using his back to push herself out of the window back into the hallway. People were still laughing at him, drinks in hand. Lance came into the room, his mouth open, and then laughing.

"Brit, what happened?" He asked. Her face fumed red, and he decided not to ask further questions. His boyfriend, Chad, came up to him with a questioning glance.

She walked outside towards the window Justin was hanging out of. She now understood why he didn't just push himself out. The window was only about two feet off the ground and his vomit was spread out all over. She scrunched her nose in disdain.

"Oh. I see." She rolled her eyes, placing her hands on his shoulder.

"Alright, I'm going to push you into the house. Don't push against the house, alright?" She asked. He nodded.

"Alright. Ready? 1....2....3...." And of course, he didn't what he wasn't supposed to do. He pushed against the house, sending them both flying back towards the grass. Britney groaned as Justin landed on top of her.

He gave her a crooked grin. "Wouldn't be the first time would it?" He asked. He rolled them both over, setting his body weight on top of her hands.

"Justin, you're on my arms!" She mumbled against his chest. He chuckled.

"Oh, this is hilarious. Here I am, drunk on Lance's yard, and my ex-girlfriend on top of me." He laughed, not shifting his body weight.

"Give me a kiss and I promise I'll let you go." He said. He was beginning to come out of his stupor, and she frowned.

"J, we're 17 years old. What do you know about love?" She asked, raising her head to meet his blue eyes. He gave her a crooked grin.

"What do you know?" He asked. He hugged her closer to him, but Britney didn't notice.

"Justin-"

"One kiss Britney. One kiss is all I'm asking for." He cut her off.

He swept her blonde hair behind her ear. "I've never been more serious."

"Because I don't want to get hurt again." She whispered. He stroked her bottom lip.

"I won't hurt you, Britney." He replied, making eye contact with her.

"It doesn't work like that, Justin. One promise doesn't fix a thousand mistakes."

"So what we had was a mistake?" He asked.

"What happened to us was a mistake. We were young-"

"We're still young."

She sighed, setting her head on his chest. "Britney, you can't go through life being bitter because of something that happened when we were 15-"

"I'm not bitter!" She whispered angrily. By this time a crowd had gathered near the window that Justin had recently fallen out of.

She said angrily. "Get off my hands, you pig."

"Fine." He lifted his hips up to release her hands. She stood up awkwardly, wiping her hands on her pants. He stood up in front of her, his eyes gazing her.

"You're worse than a pig. You're like a leach. Or a vampire. Sucking everyone dry!" She yelled.

"So you're not going to attempt to calm me down?" She asked, her hands on her hips.

She let out a scream. "You are impossible Justin Timberlake!" She yelled.

"Fine."

"Fine!" She yelled, walking back towards the house. He stood there as the audience looked on. Smiling, he watched her as she ran back towards him.

"You want a kiss, I'll give you a damn kiss!" She mumbled. Pulling his head down to meet hers, she slipped her tongue into his mouth. It was a long, hard intense kiss. Their tongues danced together as Justin wrapped his arms around her waist, and she kept hers around his face. He moaned into her mouth, smirking as they kissed.

She pulled away breathless. "There, you got your kiss."

"After I let you go?" He smiled down at her as she put her hands on her hips.

"Admit it Britney, you still love me and you know it." He smirked, walking towards the house.

"No I don't!" She stomped her foot, crossing her arms. "I do not love Justin Timberlake." She mumbled pathetically.