The True Story

Author's Note- in spirit of all the worrying over whether or not Justin proposed to Britney, I give you, the true story.

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"Are you sure this is gonna work?" Nick asked as AJ and Brian picked out a pack of VHS tapes.

"Of course it's gonna work, those Britain's believe anything," AJ grinned. "This is so perfect, I'm jealous of myself."

"You're always jealous of yourself," Brian teased.

"But do we really need such an elaborate plan?" Nick questioned.

The guys walked to the front of the nearly empty gas station. "Yes, the more real, the better," AJ whispered. "The real question you should be asking is, do you look hot enough to take on boob-job?"

"I think I can handle her," Nick said, rolling his eyes. "Hell, she likes that Prince William dork, I think she'll like me."

The three paid for the tapes and batteries, then slunk out of the gas station. It was dark outside at 10:30pm, and perfect for setting the mood. The three lone Backstreet Boys headed back into Chicago to round up their victims.

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"Hey, why is night sometimes spelt n-i-g-h-t, and sometimes spelt n-i-t-e?"

"Chris, for the last time, shut the hell up!" J.C. yelled, blindly throwing a pillow in the general direction of Chris's voice.

"Sorry, Jeeze," Chris mumbled, rolling over in his bed. "This is the last time I pick you as a roommate."

"Good."

"I bet the other guys are out having fun, while I'm stuck in here, listening to you sleep. In the dark. This-"

"Chris!"

"Right. Shh. I got it."

J.C. groaned as the door opened and the room was flooded with bright light. "What?!"

"Hey, me and Joey are going out," Justin said.

"Why did I have to know that?" J.C. said, trying to contain his anger.

"Oh, right, I guess I didn't," Justin snickered, turning the light back off. "Goodnight Chris!"

"Shut up!" Chris yelled as Justin shut the door.

Justin turned around and gave Joey a high five. "Mission Annoy J.C., accomplished," Justin beamed.

"Great job, now lets get out of here," Joey said.

"Hey guys, what's up?" a familiar voice asked.

Joey and Justin knew who it was before they turned around. "Why look Justin, it's our disgruntled fellow label mates," Joey said sarcastically.

"Haha," AJ sneered. "Why don't you get lost, Superfreak? I need to talk to Justin here."

"Yeah, like I'm gonna feed one of my own to you leeches," Joey laughed.

"Leave, or we'll make you," AJ shot back as Brian and Nick stepped forward.

Joey looked at Justin, then back at the Backstreet Boys. "You know, I'm kinda tired all of a sudden. Maybe I'll just to sleep."

AJ watched Joey go in a hotel room. "Well, that takes care of that," he grinned, turning his attention back to Justin. "Nick, you can leave. Remember to get good face shots."

"Will do," Nick said, smiling at Justin before he left.

"What do you want?" Justin asked quietly.

"We just want to talk," AJ said.

"About what?" Justin asked.

"About anything," Brian replied. "We realized that we should become friends since we’re on the same label and all."

"We've been on the same label for months."

"Well, we were busy," Brian replied.

"So how about it, fro-boy?" AJ asked. "Wanna come back to our room?"

"I guess," Justin shrugged, not feeling too comfortable with the idea. But what could they do? Kill him?

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Brian focused the camcorder then went to join AJ and Justin. "So, do you want a drink or anything?" Brian asked.

"Like what?" Justin asked curiously.

"You know, water, milk, beer-"

"I'm 19, you know that, right?" Justin asked.

"Yeah."

"So you're committing a crime by giving me beer."

"Uh, Yeah," AJ said.

"Okay then, sure," Justin smiled.

AJ and Brian smiled at each other as Brian went to get Justin a can of beer. He returned and handed it to Justin, then sat down across from AJ and the Nsyncer.

"So," AJ began, inching away from Justin. "Anything new?"

"Nope, nothing besides Busta learning how to heel," Justin said, looking at the floor.

AJ looked at Brian and Brian shrugged. "OK, so uh… any girlfriends?"

Justin shook his head. "No, not really. Although I did meet this hot chick a few days ago-"

"That's nice. Moving on," AJ started. "So what happened to you and Britney?"

"Spears?" Justin asked. "I don't like her. She's in love with herself."

"Did it ever get serious between you two?" Brian asked, smiling at AJ.

"God no," Justin said. "I left before she could ask me to marry her. She would do something like that. She's afraid of being alone."

"She's the clingy type then," AJ assumed.

"Really clingy. I fear her with all my heart."

"So you were never in love with her?" AJ asked.

"Not true love. Just a crush." Justin said. "Look, did you invite me over here to talk about Britney?"

AJ and Brian looked at each other. "No, of course not." AJ said. "We just wanted to clear some things up."

"Well, I have a photo shoot tomorrow, so if you losers don't mind, I'm leaving now."

"No problem," Brian said. "You have a nice night."

"I intend to," Justin replied, getting up and walking to the door. "I'll tell the others you said hi."

"Sure, whatever, get out now," AJ said, pushing Justin out into the hall. "And if you get lost, there's a map downstairs."

"That is, if you can use a map," Brian added as AJ shut the door.

"Think that was enough?" AJ asked, walking over to the camera.

"It's perfect. A little editing and mix in Britney's part, and this tape will be ready to go to the presses."

"Perfect. That'll get back at those pricks for getting off on our engagements."

"What makes fans think they ever have a chance in hell anyway?" Brian asked.

"Groups like Nsync," AJ replied simply.

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J.C. looked at his victim with pride. 'All that endless chatter last night has earned you a big punishment,' he thought, raising his pillow in preparation to strike.

Chris slept soundly on his bed as J.C. stood over him, pillow in hand. Chris started to stir, and as soon as the older man blinked open his eyes, J.C. hit him as hard as he could in the face.

Chris yelped and ducked, but he was not fast enough. The air was stolen away from him in surprise as the soft pillow momentarily suffocated him, then Chris rolled out of bed and landed in a heap at J.C.'s feet.

"Morning sunshine," J.C. beamed.

"I hate you so much," Chris mumbled, picking himself up.

"I know," J.C. smiled, laughing as he helped his friend to his feet.

The door suddenly swung open, and a terrified Justin came running in. "Guys! Please tell me I'm dreaming," Justin yelled, almost on the verge of tears.

"Not anymore," Chris said.

"What's wrong?" J.C. asked.

"Look what they did to me! They offered me a drink and said they wanted to become friends, and now look at me!" Justin said, pushing a newspaper in J.C.'s face.

"Who?" J.C. asked, taking the paper.

"AJ and Brian!" Justin replied, sitting down next to Chris.

J.C. looked at the paper; curious as to what the Backstreet Boys had cooked up this time. He read the headline, "Justin Timberlake proposes to pop queen Britney Spears."

"What the?" Chris started.

"It's get worse," Justin mumbled, falling back on the bed.

J.C. scanned the article. It told how last night, Justin had proposed to Britney and she had accepted, and it even used quotes. J.C. looked at the front page again. "Justin, this is a tabloid from England."

"I know! It's already all over the Internet! Every girl that is on an Egroups mailing list knows about it!"

"How did it happen?" Chris asked.

"I don't know, the only way they could have known everything I said would be if- they tape recorded me!" Justin realized. "God I hate them! They recorded everything I said when I was talking about how I hate Britney and turned it around!"

"Why would they do that?" J.C. asked.

"Because we're getting all the fame now that they're all getting married," Justin replied.

"He does have a point," Chris said.

"What are we gonna do about it?" Justin whined. "I am not marrying her!"

"We'll get them back," J.C. grinned. "Don't worry about it."

Finish!

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