"Shelly! Slow down!" Eric called after me.
I was running to the dance-floor in the club.
"No! You hurry up!" I yelled back at him.
It was almost 11 and the party was in full swing. I had already seen Max and he introduced me to a few people that he had or was working with. I tried to focus, but everything was already blurry. A few more shots of tequila, and about 2.5 martini's later, I ditched the famous-people mingling to go dance.
The music was going straight to my head: medley's of *Nsync and BSB tunes all night long. I had heard from Eric that they weren't going to be at the party because BSB were on tour and *Nsync were in Europe doing promotion for their recent album release. But, their music kept spinning and I wanted to dance my ass off. Dancing and singing along with their songs was a 6th sense for me, especially while drunk as hell.
"Shelly! God dammit! Hold on!!" Eric called again.
I was 1/2 way into the center of the dance-floor when Eric finally caught up to me once I picked a spot to dance.
"You're crazy, woman!"
"What?!" I couldn't hear him over the throbbing music.
"I said... Nevermind. Just dance!" Eric shouted.
He started jamming to the beat, and I soon lost him in a sea of bodies. My drunkenness took over, as I moved to every beat of the music. I saw a few faces staring at me and even heard a couple of "Hell yeah's" from people around me. I kept moving. As the remix of "Get Down" faded, I heard the beginning notes of "It's Gonna Be Me." I instantly screamed and ran up the spiral staircase to the platform up above. The lights blinked, the music pulsated. I glanced around me as I began to groove. My sight caught onto a pair of deep blue eyes as the music got louder and louder. I twisted and turned, looking away from the piercing azure eyes.
Over the loud chorus I heard a girl's voice, "Oh my God!" which was followed by a few stifled gasps.
As I raised my arms above my head, rocking out to the *Nsync song, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. They were strong and firm and they moved with my dancing.
My head pounded and I desperately needed to sit down, but I was too into the song to realize it. I hardly even realized that, before I knew what was happening, I was grinding with an unknown person, in the center of an awe-struck crowd. I began to awake from my drunken dancing daze.
I reached around the body of my mystery dancer to see who it was, when, just in-time with the song, the person buried his face into my hair and ear and whispered... "It's Gonna Be Maay!"
My jaw dropped at the same time my hand reached to the man's head... only to find a handful of curls. My doubts were blown from my mind, along with all the breath in my lungs.
I spun around and stared in to the blue eyes which I had seen before...the only blue eyes that had mattered to me for so long. They belonged to Justin Randall Timberlake.
"Oh my G-..." escaped my lips before I could stop them.
With out knowing, I kept my arms wrapped around him, as he did to me, and we kept dancing.
He grinned sexily, almost making me pass out. "Shelly, right? Max told me 'bout you."
"He did?" was all I could reply.
"Yeah...he did." Justin paused and smiled more, seeing my growing expression of shock.
"Just relax," he whispered, "I won't bite."
He moved his hips with mine, grinning and staring into my eyes.
"You're a really good dancer," he said.
"Thanks... so are you," I said and immediately rolled my eyes, realizing how dumb I had just sounded.
Justin giggled at me, seeing my frustration and I guess, also seeing my present drunken state.
"You're gone, aren't you?" He looked into my glazed eyes.
"You could say that..." I replied with a smile, the first real one I had managed since he had appeared.
The song changed to "I Wanna Be With You."
Justin pulled back from me, "Hell yeah! This is bomb cut!"
I smiled at his excitement. "Where's AJ at?
He's gotta teach me this dance!"
"AJ's here?!" I asked, wide-eyed.
"They're supposed to be here... yeah. We never miss Max's parties." He said, dancing. "Introduce me to your boy, Eric and I'll introduce you to all the guys."
I bit my lip to keep from screaming. "That's be awesome." I squeaked out.
"Speaking of awesome... did I mention how dope you look?" He grinned.
"Ummmm.. no. I don't think you did." I moved close to him again.
My confidence was rising. My drunkenness was helping me out with the whole teeny-bopper thing that I could've pulled. Justin Timberlake had just called me fine and there was no way in hell I was about to act like a 12 year old. I put my right on his muscular neck and pulled him towards me slowly. He fell into me and moved with my new found maturity.
We danced closely until Justin thought he heard someone talking about paparazzi in the club.
He pulled away, taking my hands from his neck and hair and holding them to his chest, "I think we'd better re-locate. There's press here."
"Ok, sure." I said.
He turned, walking towards the stairs and pulling me by the hand. I felt faint, and gripped his hand tighter. He noticed and stopped to turn around.
"Are you ok?"
I nodded, but he saw that my eyes were closed tightly, and knew that I wasn't.
"Do you feel sick?" he asked picking up my face in his hands.
"Just dizzy," I muttered.
"Shit...ok, just go slow. Hang on to me, ok?" He threw his arm around me and supported me up.
I tried my best to make it down the stairs with out falling and with every step, Justin grasped me tighter, to keep me up.
We finally made it to a dark booth in a far corner. He pulled me into it with him and said something to someone about bringing water. I tried to sit up, so I wouldn't be laying on Justin, but it was difficult.
"It's ok, Shelly. Just chill... its all good, girl."
I slowly began to feel better...still drunk, but not dizzy or sick.
"How much did you drink?" Justin asked as I pulled myself up to sit up straight.
"Too much... I don't even know. Tequila shots and martini's... that's all I know." I said.
"Damn girl! Talk about partying!" he laughed.
I found myself staring into his eyes while he laughed and smiled. He noticed, and stared back into my eyes. Not thinking, I reached up and placed my hand on the back of his head, running my fingers through his curls and moving closer to him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into him.
As we leaned in closer, and closer, I stared deeper into his eyes.
Just when our noses touched, he turned his head, and moved his mouth to my ear, "I really wanna kiss you right now... But, you're drunk and I don't want you to do something you'll regret tomorrow."
"Justin, I won't regr-..."
"Shhhh...Don't say anything. We just met. What's going to happen will happen. Trust me. This ain't no one-time encounter, girl."
I felt his breath on my neck and sighed. Then he began to tickle me where his hands were... near the small of my back. I squirmmed and giggled.
"Sounds like you're feeling better?" Justin said.
I pulled away from him and replied, "Oh... yeah."
"Good. Cuz I want you to meet the guys. Max told everybody about you. And I'm pretty sure they're all as eager to meet you as I was."
He jumped out of the booth and pulled me out with him.
"Lead the way, then!" I said to Justin, putting a smile on my face the size of Manhattan... I couldn't wait to see meet the guys.
"Damn! I was hopin' you would... Miss Leather Pants America." Justin said, saluting with his right hand, and starting to walk.
I smacked his shoulder lightly and laughed. "You know you like 'em..."
He turned around, sexily pressing his lips together, and looked me up and down. I smiled seductively and wrapped my arm around his back, and he put his arm around my shoulder. He led me past the dance-floor, and towards a group of tables in the front. Through a few heads, I saw Eric standing by the bar. I caught his eye and smiled. Eric's mouth dropped open when he saw Justin with me.
"Oh... there's Eric," I said, leading Justin over to him by the hand.
"Cool," Justin said.
I smirked to myself, knowing how much Eric was about to flip over meeting Justin Timberlake.
