This story is a short. For Chapter 5, there will be 5 short stories. I don't have anything else exciting to say. I like feedback. -- Sumacumlaude@hotmail.com Writing delays suck, no? Sorry. I was in Europe for two weeks, and then I had a lot of personal matters to attend to. Now I'm free, so on with Shorts 2-5! Then we can get back to the larger chapters, because let me tell you! I'm ready to move on! :) www.geocities.com/SumSumLovesYou Bookmark me * winks *
This story was assisted in being written by the song, "All Mixed Up" by Red House Painters. (I really suggest you get that As Seen On TV c/d!) Also has the song Got To Give It Up by Marvin Gaye. DISCLAIMER
This story isn't supposed to imply anything about the members of Nsync or anyone else involved in the story. This is all made up. In better English, IT'S NOT REAL! If you're too young in your area or it's illegal, then leave. If homosexual themes offend you then you may want to leave as well.
Chapter 5--Short 2
JC wrote a song. I'd heard it. Oh, have I heard it! He sang it ALL morning... and afternoon... and night... he even sang post-coital. I'd had enough! It was something called, "I Know It Hurts." It's not a bad song... it's just... annoying. Very annoying.
"Hey, baby. What are you up to?" He ran his hands up along my sides, and around waist. I leaned back into the touch until I heard him humming some bars from the song.
"What does it look like?" I said angrily, and pushed myself away from the computer. The chair didn't roll. JC was still attached to me.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?"
"If I hear that song again, I'm going to break something, Josh!"
He made a deep sigh, and then took my hands in his. I waited for him to say something, but he never did. Finally, he just... walked away. "Okay, I'M lost!" I mumbled angrily. I just wished I knew where he had went.
First place I checked was the kitchen. No movement whatsoever. Then the den, the living room, the bedrooms, the bathrooms. Nothing. And then I was hit with the realization of where he was. The basement! That's exactly where he'd be!
JC knows I can't make it down into the basement, so that's where he goes when he's mad and wants to be alone. Or wants quiet so he can work on his music. I'm not too noisy, honestly. I just like to talk.
The door was shut, so I knocked on it. Loudly. No response, but I could hear someone moving around. "JC!?" I called through the door. There was a grunt. This was getting ridiculous. I opened the door, and carefully moved down one step. "JC? Okay, look, I'm sorry I insulted you. I didn't mean to. I didn't say I hated it! It's just that... you sing it A LOT! You know you do! I know your proud of it, me too! But if I have to hear it again, I honestly think I'm going to break something. A person can only take so much, you know?"
Footsteps clomped up the stairs. Heavy, dragging ones. They stopped right in front of me, and I listened to him breathe for awhile. Neither of us moved, both standing our ground.
"I know." He whispered.
I reached out until my hands hit his face. I ran my fingers along his cheeks, and jaw, and through his hair. Then I pulled him towards me and kissed him. Softly at first, then I let him deepen it with his tongue. We kissed for a moment, just standing there, on the landing of the stairs. He pulled away first, pulling my head down to that spot just under his chin that I fit so well into, and rubbing my back all soft-like. It was nice.
"The guys should be over any minute."
"Why?"
"We're going to record my song. I need their help to finish up the lyrics. There's still some empty parts."
"How come you never ask me to help you..?"
"From your reaction to my songs, I always figured you didn't want to help."
"Ask me." I said hastily. I absolutely hate it when I'm left out of things because people assume I'm one way or the other. "Don't assume I'm anything." I turned around and walked back into the den to get back on my computer. Stupid JC. Stupid, stupid.
The doorbell rang. I ASSUMED JC would get it because he always wants to be the first to get it. I ASSUME that it's Joey, Chris, and Justin. I bet they ASSUME I'm okay being left out of everything. That's okay. I ASSUME they all have small dicks.
Ten minutes went by. I had no new email, and besides, I was sick of that stupid computer voice reading off everything I do, and open. Do you know how ANNOYING that is? Well, it's really annoying just so you know. I don't think I ever heard Chris say one word since he's been here. Joey hasn't made any noises. Justin hasn't broken anything. They're probably all in the basement. Without me.
I heard four sets of footsteps.
I heard the stereo click.
The opening lines to Marvin Gaye's "Got To Give It Up, Part 1" started blasting out the speakers. The foot steps picked up. They were moving around. A lot. And they were coming closer to me. OH GOD, THEY'RE DANCING AROUND ME! Joy.
Hands started tugging at me to get me up.
"Dance with us, Lance!" It was Justin. He almost sounded sweet.
"Pleeeeeease, Lance?" Chris.
"You KNOW you wanna!" Joey.
"No." I growled. This is so retarded. I can not believe they would actually want me to get up and dance. I'm pissed. Can't they ASSUME it?
I felt hands on either side of me, and my chair rolled back involuntarily. They jerked me out of my chair, but caught me before I fell.
"Dance!" Joey command. He put his hands on me, and start moving my hips for me, while Justin and Chris took my arms and flopped them around. JC came up behind me, and grinded against my back.
I almost couldn't help but laugh. I tried to hold it in, but somehow it escaped to the point where I couldn't stop. Everyone was laughing, and dancing around me, cept for JC, who still chose to stick right behind me.
JC started to whisper in my ear. "Chris and Joey are making a Justin sandwich. I wish you could see it Lance."
I giggled and reached behind, pulling him closer. "I only want to see you." I whispered back.
"I'm sorry I made you mad. We couldn't get anything done anyway."
"Why's that?"
"Because I typed the stupid lyrics up on your computer because you had it running when the words popped in my head. I didn't want to make you get off so I could print them, and I knew you'd be mad I was on your computer."
I giggled some more. The reason I get mad when JC's on my computer is because... the boy doesn't know how to work one, I swear. I've had to get mine fixed so many times because he's screwed around with it. Seems okay now though.
"So, we got bored, and came up here to entertain you."
"I'm most certainly entertained." I said with a smile, then turned around, and our lips met in a nice, sweet kiss. When we pulled away, I added, "however, if you get on my computer again without my permission, I'm going to have to punish you."
"Ooo. I'm giddy!" I reached down.
"I can tell..." I licked my lips, then took his hand. Let's see, guys are here, can't go to bedroom, too obvious. Not a whole lot of time... Bathroom it is! I lead the way.