Yella by foxmonkey - G

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Fandom:: POPSLASH - *NSLASH
Pairing: Justin/JC
Author on LJ: foxmonkey
Author Website:: giddy!

Why this must be read:

I like that this story seems to be about one thing but is really about something entirely different. It makes you think. There's something inherently right in it, something I felt from the moment I read it and still feel.


"Oh, I'm not from around here," Justin replied, plucking a bag of pretzels for himself. I'm from Tennessee, originally. I'm just - visiting."

"Tennessee?" The old man's eyes brightened. "I got folks in Tennessee. Who're your people?"

Justin smiled, eyeing the snack bags again. "My last name's Timberlake." He'd bet his bank account that the old man wouldn't know who he was.

"Timberlake?" The old man cocked his head and looked thoughtful. "No, don't know any Timberlakes.
Unusual name."

Justin nodded, agreeing. "Yeah, it is." Aside from the millions of young girls who signed their fan mail
'The future Mrs. Debbi/Sarah/Ashlie Timberlake,' he and the members of his family were the only ones Justin knew of.

" - what's it like?"

"Pardon?" The old man had been talking, but Justin had been thinking about his family and missed the
first part. "I'm sorry," Justin apologized. "I travel a lot and haven't seen my family in a while. I started
thinking about them when you asked."

The old man nodded, a sympathetic look on his face. "That's my answer then. I was asking what it's like to pass."



Yella.