Ten thirty rolled on by and both Britney and Justin were laughing. Britney was so caught up in the show that she didn't even notice Justin sneaking glances at her, or that he was slowly getting closer to her. I can't believe she hasn't noticed I've been moving towards her! Our shoulders are almost touching. Justin thought. And then he noticed her hand on the blanket. It was just lying there, palm down and limp. Should I? thought Justin. Why not? Well, she might get mad or something. Get mad?! I basically tried to kiss her in the car, and she just sat there! She might have been surprised. No, the look on her face was totally saying 'Go for it!'. Justin's head argued. Why am I being like this? I just want to hold her hand. She won't mind. Ok, I'm going for it. Justin decided. His hand was slowly inching towards her's. He was just millimeters away when her hand went up and pointed as she turned to Justin and said, "That is so funny!" Justin nodded and laughed two, even though he didn't know what she was talking about.
As she stopped laughing her hand went down beside her again. Justin chose to try again. His hand slowly inching towards hers again. Millimeters away. Hovering over her hand. Justin took a big, silent breath and quickly turned over her hand and grabbed it. Immediatly Britney's head turned and Justin saw her eyes were as big as plates and darting from their intertwined hands to him. Justin whipped his hand from hers and turned his head. Justin could feel his ears burning. Soon he felt something else. Something that wasn't his. Justin turned his head, just to be sure. And - yes, there it was. Britney was holding his hand he looked at her and she smiled, then put her head on his shoulder. Justin smiled and watched the show. It was over too soon, and they were both tired.
"Guess I should show you the spare room now, huh?" Justin said and Britney nodded. "Ok, come with me." Justin said, taking her hand and leading her up the stairs. Britney saw pictures, a bathroom, a closed door, and finally they came to a stop at a room. Justin walked in and turned on the light. The carpet was cream coloured, and the walls were white. The bed was wood and there was only a white sheet on the mattress. "Oh, umm...you need something to wear to bed." Justin said, looking at her and realizing that jeans were very uncomfortable to sleep in. "Just a minute." he said, walking out of the room.
I also need a blanket. And a night light. Britney thought, realizing how childish the last one was. Justin came back with what looked like a very oversized shirt. "I just asked my mom for something and this is what she gave me, so I hope it's ok." Justin said, speaking very quickly. "Oh, you also need a blanket. You change, I'll be back." he said, throwing the shirt at Britney and walking out the door. Britney closed the door, took off her shirt and pants, and put on the shirt. It was very comfortable and down to her knees. Britney opened the door and saw Justin standing there with the blanket from downstairs in his arms.
Justin smiled and walked past her, putting the blanket down perfectly on the bed. He walked back over to her and saw the look of anxiety on her face. "Hey, if you need anything, at any time, just come get me, no matter how late it is, k?" he said in a soft voice. Britney nodded and he pulled her into a hug, holding her long enough to smell vanilla in her long brown hair. Britney's heart fluttered as he kissed her on the forehead. "Goodnight." Britney said, smiling. "Yeah, goodnight." Justin replied, leaving her to herself. This night wasn't such a drag after all! Britney thought, turning off the light and lying down on the bed.
