Britney flung open the door with rage as she slammed it just as hard as she had opened it.

She began ranting as she discarded her clothes around the room.

She was jealous.

She didn't want to be, but she was.

Jealous that he left with her.

She didn't want to be jealous, and it drove her fucking crazy that she couldn't stop it.

"All I want out of this is sex, not a commitment. Just the feeling of knowing I can have it when I want it, where I want it, and how I want it, without worrying about who he is with." She said as she threw a glass across the room.

"I can't believe I even opened myself up for weakness." She said as she stared back at herself in the mirror. "This isn't about feelings, because ther are none, all this will ever be is friends that fuck."

Britney walked over to the answering machine to see it blinking.

One new message.

"Britney, it's Jimmy..." he says irritated before making an annoyed sound with his breath.

"The photographer pulled out of that GQ shoot you wanted to do in Cabo last minute. You knew that you were second on the list, and low and behold this happens. You need to be at LAX, your flight leaves at 7 a.m. someone should be waiting for you when you check your luggage in. I really have no details, I just got a phone call from someone at GQ telling me this shit. It's the biggest issue of the year, and because of the hot weather, interviewing and photography are being done every other day. Sorry about late notice, but you know how this works. I have to hold things down at the office, so call me and let me know how things end up."

"Great, just fucking great... it's already 3:30. I either show up or they have no photographer." Britney says annoyed. She rushed in the shower, and tossed stuff into her bags.

She slipped into jean and a t-shirt, applied no make up and put a baseball hate on her head.

She drove to LAX with a million thoughts in her head.

This better be a damn good photoshoot.

Britney parks her car, and carries her luggage up to the baggage claim. She was early and anxious to figure out what was going on.

While Britney ranted and raved across town, Justin was dealing with the storm that was Marissa.

They pulled into the driveway as Justin immediately went inside to start packing.

"Why is it that when I'm in town you're always leaving."

"It's part of my job, it sucks."

Just sits down on the edge of the bed, flipping through a fax about the photo shoot.

Marissa straddles his waist, and tosses the papers on the floor.

"I need those for work."

"I'm trying to get you to notice me. Hello, it's your girlfriend. I would like some attention. What do I have to do, huh? Become a carefree little blonde? Or do I have to become a photographer?"

"Excuse me?"

"You know what I'm talking about. I saw you with Britney this evening."

"She's my friend, we work together sometimes. You really need to get over it."

"It's kind of hard when we're halfway across the country from one another and you're spending hours upon hours with an attractive blonde being photographed by her."

"You're letting your jealousy show, she is good at what she does." Justin said as he thought about how many ways that was true. "You have nothing to worry about." He said kissing her forehead before finishing packking.

He drove to his destination before spotting her walking through the doors.

Britney looked around until she spotted the face of the man that abandoned  her earlier in the night.

No feelings.

Just friends, that fuck every now and again.

"I take it that you are who I'm photographing?"

"And you are my photographer for GQ."

"I was conveniently your second choice.... that's happened a lot lately."

"About that."

"You don't' have to explain anything to me."

"Britney..."

"You don't owe me anything."

"Damn it, the only reason I didn't go home with you, was because I knew I had to pack so I could be here with you now."

"And how did you know I would come?"

"Are you kidding?  You never were the second choice, I told them that if you weren't the photographer than they did get their cover. And besides it's the biggest issue of the year."

Britney smirked at him.

"What time does this flight leave?"

"We're on a private jet, so whatever time we feel like it."

They walked side by side, stopping to get a few magazines and snacks.

They boarded the plane and took their seats.

Britney got situated in her seat, as she looked back to see Justin staring at her.

"What?" She asked as Justin pinned her against the seat and kissed her.

After a few minutes Britney pulled away from him.

"I really don't think you want to rest of the crew members to walk in on what is about to happen."

They both eyed the bathroom before jumping up and going in.

The clothes came off, as Britney straddled Justin's waist.

He kissed her, silencing her moans, as he thought about the possibly of her crew members hearing them.

As Britney slipped her clothes back on, she noticed Justin eyeing her body.

"What?"

"I think this week is going to be a damn good one." He said pulling her back down to kiss her. As she began to giggle Justin heard other voices outside.

"Holy shit.... the crew members are out there."

"Oh my god.... what are we going to do."

Justin was silent for a few seconds.

"You ready to take one for the team?"

"What are you thinkin'?"

"I'll tell them that you're sick because you had too much to drink last night, and that I was coming to check on you."

"Make me seem like a damn alcoholic before we even get on location."

"Shall I tell them what we were really doing, and get them talking?"

"You owe me one."

"I have a feeling that it may be way more than once."

"I'll hold you too that."

"I bet you will, now get that sick face on." He said kissing her before he left the bathroom.

Justin walked out and came face to face with Marissa.

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