Part 1: Slight Change Of Plans

Alison Myers.

Everyone adores her. The guys. Man, they'd give their right arm and legs to just touch her. She never really understood the whole "fame" hoopla. Whatever makes money, she was good and prime. For the last 12 months and counting, her career has skyrocketed. She was the name on everyone's lips. With her sensual deep blue eyes and outlandishly sexy raven hair, she could make guys cum faster than you can say pop star.

She was to be the opening act for Christina Aguilera in the next month and she was so psyched about it. Being that of course she looked up to her and learned how to sing from her. Being in the business she had had the opportunity to meet amazingly talented individuals such as Mariah Carey, Madonna, Prince, and Whitney Houston. Meeting Mariah was the pinnacle moment for her. She had looked up to her and just wanted to do everything she did.

She was slated as a performer for the MTV VMAs and she had to get everything down and perfect beforehand. She did some stretching exercises and started her dance routine. Normally, she wasn't this bad. Maybe it was something she ate. She worries too much. So much happened to her and maybe she needs to take a break. Right, that's what she'll do.

She dried off with a towel and exited the studio as she drove home to change. She stripped and took a long hot shower. After she came out, she dried herself and began to dress casually in some regular jeans and a pale pink tank. She gave herself a tiny look and trotted out the door. Her destination was The Coffee Bean. Going there always did the trick. She would always have the best ideas for songs their.

She took her notebook and walked inside and was immediately drenched in a warm substance. Her whole tank was ruined covered in coffee! She ground her teeth and looked up. Her eyes burned major holes in the blue eyes that stood before her.

Justin Timberlake was her enemy and she was his apparently. They had been at each other's throat for 2 years. Both have sultry dreams of well... not hating each other. If only he hadn't said she was the next Britney Spears. Least Alison had a voice unlike that lip-synching idiot. And the constant names he calls her are included as well.

She narrowed her eyes. This was the most humiliating situation she's ever been in, "Fucking asshole!"

"Hey bitch, you ran into me! If you'd watch where you were going -- " she angrily cut him off by slapping him hard and running to the restrooms.

He found himself sitting down waiting for her.

For what exactly? She was a bitch and she got what she deserved for saying what she said when his solo stuff came out. She said that she didn't respect him for going solo because groups never get back together. She was a stupid bitch. What the hell was he doing waiting for her? Justin Timberlake never apologizes.

Just as he was about to get up, Alison had begun to exit the bathroom, still soaked in the brownish liquid he covered her with. It was an honest mistake but she can never know that. He just walked out without looking at her.

Alison was so angry she could barely drive back to her hotel. He's got some nerve on him that's for damn sure. Everything about him, makes her sick to her stomach. She parked her car in the private zone and walked to the lobby checking her messages. She had received 4 and nodded while walking to the elevator, pushing her level. She started twirling a stand of hair in boredom while she leaned in the corner of the vast transportation.

It made a ding and she came out walking to her room number. She found it and rummage through her bag for the card key. Weird. It was here when she left. Maybe its at the bottom. Her eyebrow scrunched together in confusion. She knew she had taken it before she left to get pummeled with coffee boy. She has to stop thinking about him. This is about getting in her damn room without her card key.

She started dumping the bag's contents on the floor. What good will that really do? It was worth a try. Maybe she was tired and not looking hard enough. Shit. It still wasn't found. OK, she knows that she in fact did remember taking it. Maybe she dropped it when she crashed in loser today. God, OK get your fucking head away from asshole for once!

"Card trouble, princess?" Speak of the devil/asshole.

He just giggled and walked past her to his room next door. She looked up to see his room was next to hers and yelled in frustration. Why the hell was it him all the time? She can't escape this guy ever. "No, asshole! If you want children I suggest you fuck off nicely before my foot meets the middle of your ass!"

"Haha you're cute. You know I'm right. You lost your card didn't you?"

"I didn't lose shit, now piss off!" she screamed in his face and turned to put up her bag items.

"Hey, bitch are you fuckin insane! There's paparazzi everywhere! Keep your damn voice down to fog horn level, would ya?"

"Fuck you dipshit!"

"Oh how fourth grade of you," he smirked.

She scoffed, flipping that lovely finger and leaned against the door to call Melinda, her PA. As she was dialing Justin spotted her card and smiled widely. He wanted to play a little game with her. It was in a very interesting spot so he approached her and snatched the phone out of her hands, putting it above his head and out of her reach since she was 7 inches shorter than he was.

"What the fuck? Give it back!" she tried to reach it but kept failing.

Justin shook his head playfully and shoved his hand in her jean pocket to fish out the white card he saw before. Alison was getting so hot and all she wanted to do was jump him. His lips were so tasty to her now. But, wait... what's in his hand? The card, he has it!

He held both items above his head and pretended like he was going to give it back. Than he finally did give both back. He acted hurt, "What, no thank you?!"

She glared at him while opening the door and shutting it in his face. He was confused. He knocked on the door until she opened it.

She just stared at him, "What do you want?"

He leaned his hand on the door and looked at her intensely, "Why do you hate me?"

She yawned and rolled her eyes, "Must we talk now? I really don't have the energy to fight you."

He scoffed, "Hey, I just asked you a simple question. You don't always have to assume shit like that. I'm serious. Why do you hate me? What's your reason?"

She coughed loudly, "There's my reason, and you're part of it."

"What? What did I do?"

"You did everything! Everything you did hurt me and whatever I said to you that made you act like this to me, I wish I'd say it again... with feeling. Have a nice night, just kidding," she slammed the door again, this time much louder.

He knocked again and this time no answer. He had an idea. It was risky as hell, but he couldn't sleep until he knew her real reason for disliking him so much.

He left to his room and went to the balcony. Since their rooms were pretty adjacent, he decided he wanted to hop over to hers seeing as the screen door was open.

He threw both legs over the railing being so careful to to slip, but for some reason he was risking it. His long leg reached out and touched the bottom of her balcony. All in one try he hopped with all his might and landed on her balcony railing. He pulled himself over and blew out a breath of air as he entered her room's back entrance. He heard the sink going and decided to wait for her.

Why he was doing any of this puzzled him deeply. But for some strange thought, he just wanted to know really why she didn't like him. Justin sat down on the corner chair and got comfy.

After brushing her teeth, Alison opened the door and turned off the light. "Ally?"

She screamed and turned around to the voice lounging in her chair. Her eyes got so wide she thought they would pop out. "How in the fuck did u get here?"

He stood up holding his hands up in defense, "That doesn't matter. Why do you hate me?"

She groaned as she adjusted her booty shorts downward, crawling to her bed, "This shit again?! Why can't you leave me alone, huh? Why do you care so much if I don't like you anyway?"

She was right. Why did he care? But most of all, why did he risk his life to know that? Why was he so obsessed with knowing so much? He came close to her and sat on her large bed. He chewed on his bottom lip, looking at her nervously, "I don't know. I think its time we stop with all this. I'm getting really tired of hating you because I'm not sure if I did in the first place."

No, they were supposed to hate each other! OK, this is some weird twilight zone episode. It should stop! She licked her lips moving away from him, "OK, Timberlake, now you've officially scared me. I think you should leave now."

He don't know why he did it, slowly his hand touched her cheek, rubbing it so gently. He gazed into her eyes and said what was closed off for the past 2 years because he was so blind not to let himself believe it, "Ally, I'm in love with you."