I saw the 'Making The Video' of 'It's Gonna Be Me' again. Mmmmmm. Joey plastic doll. Soft, teddy bear. Mmmmmm. Lance plastic doll. Sexy motherfucker. Mmmmmm. JC plastic doll. Even sexier motherfucker. Delicious. I wish I had a JC plastic doll.
Must.
Stop.
Drooling.
Disclaimer: You know, one day I asked JC if this is real and he said yes. I asked him if he was sure. He said yes and started to kiss me. So I started to kiss back. Hey, the guy's offering himself, why not?
Then I woke up.
Damn.
Finish My Song
"Move your hand, Chris. It's making a lump in the matress.", Lance grumbled as he shifted over in his sleep.
"Too sleepy.", Chris mumbled.
"Move it or I'll bite it and I swear you won't be sleepy anymore."
Chris muttered something about 'Fucking Lance and his fucking mouth' before moving his hand.
"Joey, I'm about to fall off.", Lance complained.
"Don't care. Sleep."
"Chris, move your hand."
"Sleep."
"Chris."
Chris snorted.
Joey rolled over.
"OW! FUCK!", Chris shouted which woke Lance and Joey.
"Chris, you bastard. I was sleeping.", Lance cursed.
Chris held his hand gingerly. "Joey, you big fatass. You squashed my hand."
"I told you to move it."
"Well, you should have said it again."
"Whose idea was it to sleep in the same bed, anyway?", Joey asked.
"JC's."
The three of them looked at JC, snoring contentedly on the other side of the bed.
"Fucker."
"Fucker."
"Fucker."
At breakfast, Nate sat at the dining table, hair all messed up, eyes that still had sleep dust in them and face all creased with pillow marks.
"Foooood. Where's the food?", he rumbled.
"Just a minute.", Michelle called from the kitchen.
"Okay.", Nate said as his head slumped on the table and he began to snore contentedly.
"Nate's drooling.", Chris said and ran to his bag to find Lance's camera.
"Nate, honey, the food's here."
At the mention of food, Nate perked up, hungrily eyed the food and began devouring it.
Midway, through his eating, he stopped, chewed thoughtfully and swallowed his food. He then looked at Michelle. "Michelle?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't call me honey."
JC walked down the stairs and the smell of waffles invaded his nose. He rushed to the kitchen to find nothing but crumbs and pieces.
"How come nobody woke me up for breakfast?"
"Because you're a fucker."
"What?"
"He is?"
"Huh?"
"Why am I a fucker?"
"Because you are."
"Yup."
"Yup."
"Weird.", JC said and sat down. "I'm hungry. Is there no more food?"
Nate looked at JC. "Here you can have some of mine."
Nate scooped his half eaten waffle and placed it in JC's plate.
"Aaaaawww. How sweet. JC has a boyfriend."
"Just because you have a-", JC and Nate both said at the same time.
The two looked at each other and smiled, the same thought running through their mind.
"Doesn't mean.", JC said.
"You should.", Nate said.
"Rag us."
"About ours.",
They laughed and high-fived each other. Chris rolled his eyes. "Dear God, there's two of them. Have mercy on us. Kill one of them."
"Or better yet-", Nate and Lance said at the same time. They smiled at each other. "Make the evil pixie disappear.", they both finished.
This time, everyone at the table laughed as Chris rolled his eyes.
Having eaten breakfast, JC sat down to write lyrics. He walked over to his nightstand and pulled out a piece of paper from its drawer.
He stared at the piece of paper, willing his mind to conjure the next line of words that would complete the chorus.
Some words did appear in his head but they didn't match the song and they would just ruin the carefully laid out verses.
He sighed. "That's it. I give up."
He crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the paperbasket. He then took out his notebook and readied his pencil, waiting for words to come into his head.
Again, they did appear. Unfortunately, all of them were trash, trash.
And trash.
He sighed again, walked over to the paperbasket and picked up the paper he threw in. Smoothing out the wrinkles, he stared at the words he had written.
"Guess I'm stuck with you."
"Hey guys, listen to this.", Chris said from the newspaper he was reading. "Murderer for the Quinas killings found and arrested this morning."
"John Thomas was escaping the country when authorities caught him, trying to pass off a fake visa."
"That's good.", Justin said.
Nate entered the room and sat beside Michelle.
"There's another article here. Something about literature..."
"Hey you alright?", Michelle whispered to Nate.
"Hmmm? Yeah, I'm okay. I just...well...you know.", he answered.
"Some guy named Thomas Winterlow will be accepting the Pulitzer Prize for outstanding achievements in literature tomorrow..."
"Pulitzer? That's amazing.", Lance said and peered in the newspaper.
"Yeah, I know. Just don't kill yourself or anything, alright?", Michelle whispered back.
"It says here that he is considered to be a literature prodigy by critics and has written one of the most insightful works of the century..."
"That's nice.", Joey said half-heartedly.
"At the young age of fifteen, he wrote a poem that won first prize in an international poetry contest and at 21, he graduated with the 'Best Thesis' Award in his school..."
"Don't worry Michelle. I won't.", Nate said and lay down, his head landing on Michelle's lap, colliding with Justin's.
"HEY!"
"Move over, blondie boy. She's my sister."
"She's my girlfriend."
"She's been with me ever since I was thirteen. Move it or I'll bite your fuckingly large nose."
Everyone laughed at Justin, including Michelle as he moved his head.
"Fuck, like sister, like brother. Y'all have knives instead of tongues."
"Hey, guys, could you like keep it down or something? I can't concentrate on my song."
"Having touble, C?", Chris asked.
"Yeah, I can't write the chorus."
"May I see?"
JC handed the paper to Chris who took one look at it and returned it to JC.
"That's a love song, C. We're no good at that."
"Hey! I am to!"
"Shut up sucky ghetto boy."
"God, I need inspiration.", JC moaned.
"Maybe, I should dance for you.", Joey suggested while waggling his eyebrows.
"No, Fatone. That would gross me out not help me."
"Who cares? I'm sex-ay!"
Joey lept from the couch and began dancing in front of them. Chris giggled and joined in. So did Justin.
Nate looked up from Michelle's lap. "Idiotic clowns."
Michelle looked at Justin, smiled, looked down at Nate. "Adorable idiotic clowns."
"So, Snow White, if I go into the crowd and our fans rip me to shreds, would you go out and save me?"
"Justin, you said you were already ripped to shreds. What would we save? Your brain? Oh, I forgot, you're blonde, you got none of those. Michelle, why did you choose Justin? You should have stuck with me. At least, I have brains."
"Very funny, Lance. In case you didn't notice, you're blonde too.", Justin retorted.
"Ah but I'm the exception. You see, when I was given a brain, I used it."
"Don't worry, Lance. What he lacks in brains, he makes up for in the sack.", Michelle explained.
"Why are we talking about my brain here?"
"Because you called me Snow White again for the thirty seventh time ever since you watched that Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs VCD with Michelle. And Michelle, you're evil for letting him watch that."
"Thirty seven? You actually keep track of that?"
"Yes, Justin, I do and it's because I have a brain and I use it. Unlike you who I am completely sure the only part of his body that has a brain, is his dick. And THAT'S why you're good in bed."
"Lance is an annoying fucker.", Justin wailed.
"Told you."
"I am not. Shut up Joey.", Lance said.
"What the hell are those two doing over there?", Chris said and pointed at JC and Nate, giggling at something JC was writing or drawing.
"Don't forget the big nose.", Nate whispered but the whole room heard it anyway.
They giggled again.
"I don't like this. I feel like they're planning our deaths."
And on cue, the two looked up from the table, observed the whole room for a few seconds then looked back down again and they started giggling.
"I really don't like the looks of that.", Lance commented.
"JC wouldn't kill me. I'm an essential part of Nsync."
"Bullshit. You're only there to look pretty. Chris can take over your part."
"He cannot! We do not need a tenor who screeches."
"At least, I sound good screeching unlike you. You sound like a squirrel."
"Shut up pixie boy!"
"Shut up sucky ghetto boy!"
"Micheeeeeellllle. Defend me from the evil pixie.", Justin whined.
"Chris you're small, stunted, flabby and can't sing normally. Justin is tall, normal, well built and has a gorgeous voice. Need I say more?"
"Shutting up now."
"It's so good to have an Amazonie girlfriend.", Justin relished.
Another flurry of giggles erupted from JC and Nate. They all looked at the two.
"Hey C, what are the two of you doing there?"
JC looked up and smiled at his bandmates. "Drawing."
"Drawing?"
"Yup."
"Didn't you stop drawing, like a year ago?"
"Well, I had the urge to draw again and who's stopping me?"
"Lemme see then."
"No, I don't think so, Just. You wouldn't like it."
"Unless, it's a picture of a naked grandma, it's okay for me."
Justin grabbed the piece of paper from JC's hands. He looked at it and scowled. "Here take your stupid picture back."
JC burst out laughing and he let the paper face the other guys and they burst out laughing too.
On the paper was a skillful drawing of Justin's head and a small body. Stenciled below the drawing were the words, 'Big but Brainless'.
Everyone continued laughing, clutching their sides while Michelle tried to soften her laughs into snorts behind her hand. JC smiled at Justin.
"It's not funny!", Justin burst out, serving to make everyone laugh even harder and making Michelle return to loud laughs.
Justin took the paper again. "It doesn't even look like me.", he said and gave a look that could curdle milk.
"But it does.", Michelle said. And took the paper. "See? Here's the huge nose and the pretty pink lips. And the eyes. ", she said as she pointed to the various parts of Justin's portrait.
"Is this 'picking on Justin' day?"
"Hmmm. Picking on Justin day. I like that. How about picking on Justin week?"
"Or month."
"Or year."
"Week sounds good."
"Week it is."
"Oh god.", Justin said and buried his face in his hands.
"I didn't know you could draw.", Joey said as he sat down at JC's bunk.
"Hmmm?"
"I said you're good at drawing."
JC smiled. "Thank you. I just started again today. Nate helped me."
"Speaking of Nate. Are you and him-"
"No Joey. It's nothing."
"Oh. So are you not-"
"No Joey. Now go away now. I want to write."
"Are you sure? Coz, it doesn't-"
"Joey, I'm sure. Now go away."
"But it really looked like-"
"Joey. Do you want a picture of you in a bra to magically appear in the internet where hordes of teenybopper fans might see it and lose interest in you?"
"No."
"Then leave."
"Ha! Like you know anything about computers."
"No, but Lance does."
Joey began to open his mouth as if to argue and then he closed it, blushed slightly and headed for the door.
"Bye Joey.", JC called out cheerfully.
"Bastard.", Joey muttered as he closed the door.
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