Britney sat in the make up chair with a cup of hot coffee in between her cold hands. It was an unusually cold day in Los Angeles, even for the wintertime. She started to bite her nails once her hair stylist began to work on her hair, that is, until her assistant swatted her hand away from her face.

"Britney I thought you broke that nasty habit!" Fe said to her.

"Well I did, but I haven't been this nervous in a long time," she said taking a sip of her coffee.

"Brit you have no reason to be nervous. You're not performing, you're not presenting. You just get to sit back and enjoy the show."

"I know I know, but this just isn't any old award show, this is the Grammy's! I haven't been to this event for years. What if people think I look stupid, or don't respect me anymore?"

"You have got to stop worrying, honey," Felicia said, patting Britney's knee. "You are going to look beautiful, just like you always do."

"Thanks Fe, you're too sweet," she said, looking down shyly.

"Is that really the only reason why you're nervous?" Fe asked with raised eyebrows.

Britney let out a slight laugh, but knew she couldn't hide her feelings about this. "Are you asking me if I'm nervous that Justin is going to be there as well?"

"Yes."

She sighed heavily, took a sip from her coffee, and finally spoke. "Yes, the main reason I'm nervous is because he will be there," she said looking down, ashamed. Felicia looked at her with sympathetic eyes. "I haven't seen him or been to the same event as him in years. And I haven't spoken to him in even longer. The last time I spoke to him was in December of 2005. That was five years ago," she said, almost not believing it had been that long. It certainly didn't feel like it.

Fe looked at Britney confused. "I didn't know you were talking to him in 2005. What happened?"

"Ugh, I'd rather not talk about it. It didn't end too well, that's all I'll say. Which makes me even more nervous."

"Okay Miss Spears, it's time to put your dress on…"

"Jessica, are you almost ready?" Just yelled from the opposite room, annoyed.

"Almost babe, be patient!"

Justin rolled his eyes at her comment. Be patient? He had been ready and waiting for a good 30 minutes. He didn't know why she was getting so dressed up and making such a big deal out of it. She was an actress, not a singer. She had no business being there anyway, but she insisted. There were people running around all over his house, everything was chaos, which annoyed him even more. He just wanted to get the night over with.

"So what do you think?" She said walking into the room, slowly twirling so he could see all of her.

"You look very nice, Jess," he said without even looking at her.

"Justin, you didn't even look at me," she said putting her hands on her hips.

He actually did look at her this time, and was underwhelmed, to say the least. He hated it when she got dressed up, she looked much better dressed down. He knew she was trying so hard to look nice tonight, and he didn't exactly know why. "Jessica seriously, you look nice."

"Just nice? Not beautiful, sexy, or gorgeous?" She said, seductively walking closer to him.

"You have a lot of make-up on," he said bluntly.

"It's an award show, what do you expect? What's your problem today, anyways? I would have thought you would be excited for tonight."

"I'm just tired is all."

"Yeah right. You're just not happy that you have to see that Spears girl. Trust me, if I were you, I wouldn't be happy about that either," she said walking out of the room.

Justin just laughed at her comment. She couldn't be anymore wrong. The sole reason why he was going tonight was because he knew she would be there. He hadn't seen her in forever it seemed, and he wasn't about to pass up this opportunity.