A/N: I don't ship Justin and Trent, and I only ship Justin and Dakota in a casual way, but they fit the song well.

It should be made clear that Trent in no way wished ill of Justin's girlfriend. He was jealous but he didn't hate her. He just thought she was incredibly lucky. Lucky to have the attention of a guy as beautiful as Justin. The two were both incredibly good looking and camera hogs. Her dad was loaded and Trent didn't doubt that was one of the reasons Justin was dating her. He knew Justin was shallow and he wasn't about to delude himself.

There were things about Justin that were slightly less shallow. He did care about his friends. He was always giving them beauty tips. He remembered when the drama brothers had first formed. Justin had pulled him aside,taken out a comb, and styled his hair. When he'd asked why the answer had been simple. If Trent was going to stand next to him he had to look good. A selfless action for a selfish reason was still a selfless action.

Regardless of why the fact remained that Trent was very much attracted to Justin, and Justin was very much straight. It was creating tension within the band, palpable tension. Everyone could feel it, though Trent was pretty sure no one knew what was causing it, and he intended to keep it that way.

It was just after a show and the band was hanging back. Justin looked towards him, a perfect smile plastered on his face. Trent faked a smile back so no one would be suspicious. Loathe as he was to admit it, he was beginning to get pretty good at that kind of thing. This had happened before. Of course usually Justin would be distracted by groupies at this point. Trent guessed the bouncer was good at his job for once. This did have the side effect of an undistracted Justin, who made his way towards the guitarist.

"Hey man, did you see those groupies out there? They were going crazy." He mentioned idly.

"Of course they were Justin, you drive everyone crazy." Including me, he finished in his head.

The model chuckled. "I wasn't the only one, you're pretty popular Trent, dare I say, second only to myself."

Trent scratched the back of his neck and desperately hoped the others would chalk his blush up to embarrassment. "I don't know about that."

Justin placed a hand on his shoulder. "Don't be modest, it's true. Girls are practically throwing themselves at you."

He chuckled nervously, this time hoping the others would think it was his modesty. He knew Justin was right, there were a lot of girls who liked him. He could easily date one of them. Yet here he was dwelling on Justin. The thought was so ludicrous he couldn't help but laugh at himself.

"Justin honey I'm here!" A voice came, it was followed by the sound of several cameras. That was when she entered the backstage. She was tall, blonde, tan, shapely, and had eyes of such an unusually green hue, they rivaled his own. Her name was Dakota Milton and she was Justin's girlfriend.

Once again it should be stated Trent did not wish ill of Dakota. He didn't even resent her, not really. If it wasn't her it'd just be someone else. It wasn;t her fault Justin was straight, not that it was anyone's fault. He just hoped she knew how incredibly lucky she was to date him. Particularly for this length of time.

Justin was in and out of relationships within days, sometimes weeks. There were multiple reasons for this. Justin was not good at commitment, unless it was to himself, so it was rare for him to view a date as anything more than a brief fling. His agent encouraged this as the idea that he was single, and willing to date so frequently, was appealing to his , mostly, female audience.

Dakota was different though, the two had been dating for about a month and a half. There were many reasons for this as well. For one thing Dakota was one of the few women who could stand next to Justin without being overshadowed by him. They looked good together, something both Justin and his agent were well aware of. Another reason was that dating Dakota Milton, the daughter of one of the richest men on the planet, was great for publicity. Justin was getting more offers than he'd ever had. Dating Justin was really good for Dakota's image too.

To be honest, Trent wasn't sure the two actually liked each other, or if they just liked the benefits dating the other gave them. Not that it really mattered why they were dating each other. Still it gave Trent some calm to think that this was the case. He knew it shouldn't because it didn't change that fact that Justin was straighter than a ruler, but it did.

"Trent?" He was taken out of this thoughts by Justin calling his name. From the look on the model's face he'd been trying to talk to him.

"Yeah?" He responded.

"Dakota and I are going to dinner. We thought you might want to join?" He asked.

Trent looked at Dakota, but she didn't seem to mind the idea of Trent joining them. In fact she looked like she could care less. She was too busy posing for the paparazzi she had follow her everywhere. That said Trent did mind.

"Nah, I'll see you back at the hotel." He said, smiling weakly.

"You sure man?" The model asked.

"Yeah." As Trent watched the two of them leave he sighed. Maybe it would have been nice to go to dinner with Justin, but he didn't want to feel like a third wheel. More importantly he wasn't sure he could handle watching Dakota flirt with her the guy he liked. Even if she had every right to.

If Trent was being completely honest with himself, he actually thought they made a better couple than he and Justin would. He was a hopeless romantic, and Justin was a serial dater. He didn't take relationships seriously, and Trent was pretty sure Dakota didn't either. So as much as he hated to admit it, it was probably a good thing Justin was straight, because no matter how many times he told himself he wouldn't be hurt when Justin inevitably broke up with him. He knew that it would.

He sighed, maybe he'd go home and veg out to the bachelor. It might help him get some sleep.