“Okay. ’Bye, Jason,” Timber sighed and got on the 'N SYNC tour bus. The things I get myself into. Hmph.

“Hello, Timber. My name is Jeff. I’m the tour manager. Welcome to the 'N SYNC tour. This will be your bed,” he stated, motioning to a bunk. “You can throw your stuff in here, take a nap, whatever. For now I’ll take that,” he said, throwing her suitcase in the room farthest back on the bus, “But for now you can sit up there, you know, get acquainted with the guys and everybody..watch TV.”

“That’s alright,” she said, climbing into her bunk already.

She put her headphones on, took a magazine out of her bag for occasions when she didn’t feel like being around anyone, laied back and started flipping through the magazine.

*******

Timber awoke to the sounds of thier voices, coming from thier respective bunks.

“Maybe she’s insecure,” Joey said.

Oh lovely. I’m the topic-of-choice today on 'NSYNC TV, she thought.

“Maybe she’s..just....nervous,” Justin said. “I mean, maybe she’s never performed in front of a lot of people before.”

Timber rolled over, turned her headphones back on and fell asleep.

“What do you think, Chris? You’re the psychiatrist,” JC said.

“I think...I think Lance is asleep. I don’t think we should be talking about her, I mean, what if she heard us or woke up? Then she probably wouldn’t talk to us for the rest of the tour...I think we should stop analyzing her and start trying to be friends, whether or not she wants to be ours.”

Three heads stared up at him. “You always find a way to ruin our fun,” Justin complained.

“Yeah,” Joey whined. “You’re worse than Dad.”

*******

“Hey, somebody finally decided to come out of her shell, huh?” Justin asked as Timber emerged from her bunk.

“Huh....who...what time is it....is there any way of obtaining caffiene on this bus,” she asked, half-asleep.

“Yeah, Timber. There’s some coffee in the fridge, but it’s cold,” Chris said.

“COLD? You mean there...are actually sane people on this...this..thing? I am sorry, but I don’t think well after a nap,” she said, opening the refrigerator. She took out the pot, poured herself a glass and went back to her bunk.

“She doesn’t like being around people, does she?” Lance inquired.

“You were asleep while we were talking about her,” Joey said.

*******

“Oh, yay,” Justin said, folding his cell phone up.

“Oh God, J’s happy, what now?” Joey teased.

“Nifer’s coming for about a week!”

“No . . . ” everybody groaned.

“If it’s okay with . . . Timber? They’ll share a room.”

“Whatever,” Timber said, pouring herself more cold coffee.

“She’s still tired,” JC said.

“Am not,” she snapped, going back to her quaters. I wouldn’t be so . . . distant if they stopped doing that, she smirked. Besides, I don’t even see why they try to befriend me.