Right and Wrong: Crossover
Hey guys! It's me again. There is one thing you will need to see/read if you want to be able to understand the sequel. One thing I left out. This will be short and sweet as not to give anything away, but shouldn't be anticlimatic. So here you go:
'Jus, how could you?' The words must have echoed through his mind a million times. Yet they had only been spoken moments ago. Just before the only thing that meant anything to him and fled out of his life for good. But for some reason, his body was still moving. Still pistoning in and out of the diva below him. A tear fell from his eyes, but yet he couldn't stop his actions. Tears turned to sobs as he continued to thrust in and out repetitively. He had just lost the man of his dreams. His everything and yet he still kept attempting to get his rocks off.
Britney Spears smiled to herself as she watched from the nearby closet. Everything had worked out perfectly. JC had seen his Justin cheating. Now he would never take him back. Of course, Justin would be heartbroken and vunerable. Vunerable enough for a certain diva to gain him for herself. And what would happen to Christina? Well, of course she would be released, now that no one would ever trust her again. Christina's reputation and life would be destroyed. Lance would pick up JC. Britney gets Justin. It had all worked out beautifully.
All of a sudden, a weary Justin Timberalke collapsed on "Christina", giving Britney her cue to come out from hiding.
"Was it good for you," the imposter asked as she pushed the blonde off of her, sending him to the floor. He made no response. "Gee, I didn't know he'd be that out of it," she giggled, but stopped when she realized Britney wasn't laughing.
"He's not supposed to be you idiot!" Britney put her hand over his mouth and gasped. "He's not breathing! Oh my God! He's not breathing!" She quickly stepped back and put her hand over her mouth. Then realizing what happened, she turned to her accomplice. "Janice, exactly how many capsules did you mix in with his drink?" No reply. "Janice, how many fucking capsules did you give him?!" Still no reply. "Answer me Damnit!"
"About...six," she answered hesitantly.
"SIX!!! What the hell were you thinking! Nevermind, I'll deal with you later," Britney replied menancingly. After pondering to herself for a minute, she quickly ran towards the bathroom and came back with a tissue. Then she picked up the phone and dialed 911.
"Hello, I am Cindy. What is you..." :Click.: And with that, Britney took Janice by the arm and fled from the scene of the crime.