Justin Timberlake leaned against the railing of the VIP section of the club. The room was generally dark, but the dance floor down below was lit by flashes of white light reflected from the disco ball, illuminating the dancing crowd.

It was odd for him to be upstairs watching everyone else instead of down there in the middle of it all. That was what he lived for, after all, to be in the spotlight. That was where he’d worked his entire life to be.

For the moment, though, he was happy to stay upstairs, because it gave him a good view. If he’d been on the ground floor, he wouldn’t have been able to see the two people he wanted to see most: Lance and Britney. Together.

They hadn’t even been planning on going out that night with the rest of them, but as Justin had been walking down the hallway with Chris, JC, and Joey, he’d knocked on Lance’s door. He’d only felt a brief burst of jealousy when Britney had been the one to answer, but he was *so* over the jealous ex thing, and he’d told them to go get their jackets on because they were going, too.

He still wasn’t sure who had been the most surprised at his actions: himself, Lance, or the three guys standing behind him. It had been a month, though. A month since Britney had talked to him and he’d been convinced that she really did love Lance. That had been enough time for him to mope, and really, it was getting easier every day.

It still hurt more than he wanted to admit when Britney would come visit them, because she’d go to Lance’s room first. Then in the mornings she’d join them at breakfast and sit next to Lance, kissing him sweetly on the lips, and curling up against his body. At night, if they’d stayed in, she would sit on Lance’s lap while they all talked, or they’d be a team while playing board games. There were times when he wanted to say, "she’s mine!" but then there were times when it was fun watching Lance be the one to deal with Britney’s occasionally temperamental nature.

He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Lance so happy in his entire life; he knew he hadn’t seen Britney that happy in a long time—not since sometime before their own relationship had started breaking apart.

Now, as he watched them dancing together, they were both positively glowing. They were wrapped around each other, doing a dance dirty enough that Justin was almost embarrassed for them, but it wasn’t any worse than some dances *he’d* shared with her, so he guessed he really didn’t have any room to complain. His stomach twisted as he watched Britney fold her mouth over Lance’s and he made himself look away, look to the side, and ended up looking directly at Chris.

He hadn’t eve heard the older man come up beside him.

"You okay?" Chris asked.

Justin nodded, smiling slightly. "I wouldn’t have asked them to come if I wasn’t okay," he said. "I have to be okay with it."

"You probably don’t want to hear this, but they are good together," Chris said thoughtfully. "I never would have thought it, man, but."

"They make each other happy," Justin finished. "And I’m almost happy that they’re happy. And I’m a little happier each day."

He really was.

"You should get out there," Chris said, gesturing at the dance floor. "Go find someone to make you happy."

Justin laughed. "I’m not going to find someone to make me happy in the way I *want* to be happy in a club, Chris. What would be the odds of that happening?"

Chris arched an eyebrow. "Well, the odds of you finding a person to make you happy up *here* are slim to none, so I *can* guarantee that you’d have better luck down there."

Justin looked around the almost empty VIP room and then back at Chris and nodded. "Yeah, okay. Might as well get my groove on a little, huh?"

Chris nodded. "Come on, kid." He pushed himself away from the railing, but didn’t leave.

Justin took one last look at the dance floor, his eyes first settling on Lance and Britney, who were now wrapped around each other, barely moving even though it was a fast paced song. Sometimes they went off in their own world and Justin preferred not to watch that so he moved his gaze in the direction of other groups of people. He saw a group of girls standing by one of the walls, dressed in sparkly too-skimpy tops and tight black pants. He started to move his gaze to another area of the room, but he stopped, returning his gaze to them. One of the girls looked like someone that he’d seen in a magazine recently. He mentally shrugged when a name didn’t come to mind, and started glancing over the rest of the crowd again. He took another look at the blond couple on the floor before he turned away from the railing and back towards Chris, and said, "I deserve a happy ending, too, right?"

"We all deserve happy endings," Chris said. He clapped a hand on Justin’s shoulder. "You’ve been spotted, man. That group of girls over there."

Justin’s gaze followed the direction of Chris’ finger, and he was pointing to the same group of girls that Justin had been staring at. Two of them were smiling up at his direction, one of them being the girl he was sure he’d seen in a magazine, some rising starlet.

He raised a hand and waved and the girl from the magazine waved back. ‘Stay there," he mouthed, even though he knew she couldn’t see him. He turned back to Chris again and pushed fully away from the railing.

"What the hell," he said, draping an arm around the older man’s shoulders. "Let’s go."

"Ha," Chris said, grinning widely. "Go show those young ladies down there what they’ve been missing out on for the last however many years. Get down with your bad self."

It was Justin’s turn to arch an eyebrow, but he ended up shaking his head instead, laughing.

"Go get yourself a happy ending, man," Chris said.

It had been over three years since he and Britney had hooked up, three months since Britney had broken up with him, two months since he’d seen Lance and Britney kiss, and a month since he’d told Britney to get Lance back. 

That had been their story, he thought as he followed Chris down to the main floor of the club, and then began walking towards the group of girls by the wall. 

That had been their story, but now it was all about him.