Every Good Plan... Has Its Opposition
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TITLE: Every Good Plan… Has Its Opposition – JC/Britney, JC/Justin UST
SERIES: Every Good Plan
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
Read Every Good Plan… Has A Beginning first or this will make no sense.
Every Good Plan… Has Its Opposition
The sound of a cellphone bleating woke her out of a sound sleep. For about a half a second she thought she was still dreaming… because why the hell would someone set their cell to bleat of all things and then suddenly it seemed just like that dream with the car that talked like that freaky guy from the Police Academy movies.
When the bleating didn’t stop she cracked open an eye that felt like sandpaper was being scoured over it and swallowed several times.
And yes that was someone’s phone bleating, she wasn’t sleeping and just what the hell had she been drinking? Lighter fluid?
When it stopped suddenly she let her head collapse onto the warm body that she was laying on. Before sitting up suddenly, pressing a hand to her temple as her vision swam and her stomach heaved.
JC slept soundly under her, the only indication that he had been disturbed by her movements was a slight nose twitch and soft snore before he was silent once more.
Justin had once told her in one of their many phone conversations (because for the first six months they’d dated that was the only time they’d even gotten to talk) that JC slept like the dead… literally.
Supposedly they’d once held a mirror under his nose once to make sure he was still breathing because no one wanted to tell Lou that they had to replace him, not after the fiasco that had erupted when they’d had to replace Jason.
Even though that had turned out fairly well in the long run. She hadn’t believed him when he’d told her that JC didn’t make a noise or move once he fell asleep.
Because everyone did something while asleep. She’d had a dancer that scratched his genitals for hours, another one that mumbled about chickens and condoms (which she’d never questioned even though she was dying to know.)
But she’d never seen JC sleep up close and personal and she knew that if she hadn’t known about it before hand that she would have thought him dead. And wouldn’t have that gone over well. Justin might be in denial but if JC had died while in her company she had no doubt that hell would have rained down on her… most if it probably from Justin’s hands with the other three joining in for old times sake.
The phone started bleating again, ringing eight times then stopping, then starting again. The third time, it seemed someone really wanted to get in touch with JC.
She poked at his shoulder with one hand, holding the other against her head in a desperate attempt to keep her brain from falling out her ears while she wasn’t paying attention.
“Jace…” no response, she frowned and tried again raising her voice as loud as her ears could take it. “JC.”
JC forced one bleary eye open, managed an impressive glare before it shut again.
“Jace your phones ringing…”
“’nore it,” he muttered before attempting to roll onto his side under her. She balanced herself with the hand that had been poking him and practiced her surfing.
She almost fell off the couch because it seemed a distinct possibility that she was still drunk.
“It’s bleating,” she explained, there was no sign from under her that JC was even still listening. She made a mental note to ask JC much, much later why his phone was set on that particular ring.
With a wince she leaned forward and plucked JC’s cellphone off the small coffee table and opened it.
“Hello?” her voice was raspy with not enough sleep, to much alcohol and to much talking. There was silence on the other end and she wondered if this was a crank. She so wasn’t in the mood for a crank. “Hello?!” she forced her voice to be a bit sterner and a bit more angry; her head disapproved and throbbed accordingly.
“Brit?” the voice on the other end was loud with disbelief.
“Chris,” she sighed poking at JC’s shoulder. He didn’t have to be awake for their plan to start but she wanted to share the pain of Chris’ voice. Her head felt like it was going to explode.
“What the hell?! I know I took you off speed dial… I don’t think you were even on speed dial 2 ever anyway…”
“I probably wasn’t,” she muttered. “This is JC’s phone did you need him for something?”
The silence again and that caused her to smile even though her body protested. Because not many things left Chris Kirkpatrick speechless… except it seemed his best friends ex having his other best friends’ cell phone at 7 am in the morning.
“Why the hell do you have C’s phone?!” his voice was shrill and loud and Britney yanked the phone away from her ear. JC was finally awake and frowning at the noise, rubbing at his eyes he looked about five.
Chris? he mouthed, stretching and she nodded.
Not happy, she mouthed back and he grinned.
On the phone Chris was still screeching.
“I thought you capable of a lot of things but stealing JC’s phone…” he paused to draw in a long breath.
“I didn’t steal his phone, JC’s here… you want to talk to him?” she asked brightly, yanking the phone away again as he once more started yelling.
JC rubbed at his head, Britney let hers collapse against the back of the sofa still laying half on him. Every so often she would half listen to the yelling, just to make sure Chris was still there… although she didn’t think he was even yelling anything in particular any more, he sounded pretty incoherent and was basically just making noises.
And if Chris was this mad they might have to temporarily go into hiding or hire bodyguards when Justin found out.
The sound of silence would have boded well if she didn’t know that Chris was probably on his way to the hotel. She wondered how long it would take him to fly in.
“He hung up.”
“He’s probably in the elevator,” JC sighed. “We should probably get up.”
“Yeah,” Britney closed the phone, tossing it aside. Neither moved. “He’s here, in the hotel?” she asked just to clarify, because unless Chris had learned teleportation as a new skill it should have taken him hours.
“Flew in yesterday, he was tired so I went out alone.”
She nodded and knew that there was no way that JC was ever going to be allowed to go out alone again. Not if he was picking up friends ex-girlfriends when he did.
“How far are you willing to take this?” she asked quietly. “We never really talked about that.”
“Well I guess until you get bored playing my girlfriend… if you talked to Bobbi… which you don’t… well she’d probably tell you that playing that particular role isn’t very much fun.”
“I think I can handle it,” she smirked. “So we’re doing this until Justin comes to his senses?”
“Or until he kills us both.”
“Gah…I thought you were an optimist… where’s all this pessimism coming from? I’m telling you the minute Chris determines that this is real and not an act that Justin is going to be the first person he tells. I give this budding relationship a week before Justin swoops in to end it and sweep you off your feet.”
“Sweep me off my feet?” JC arched a brow in query.
“Yeah he’s good at that. He’s got a very seldom untapped romantic side.”
“A week huh?”
“Well he’s got shows… I foresee Chris, Lance and Joey spending a lot of time with us in the next week. Because they’re lonely… or some shit like that.”
“You think you know Justin that well?”
“Justin has got a jealous streak a mile wide… he will not trust me alone with you for any longer than it takes for him to get here.”
“He could be worried about you,” JC shrugged a wry grin on his face as he tugged on her hair. The thought of someone, even Justin being jealous over him… was apparently boggling his mind. Who knew JC’s self-esteem when it came to his relationships was that low.
“Justin hasn’t been worried about me since Wade spilled the beans… He was probably damn homicidal.”
“Yeah…” he winced. “Pretty close, we kept him locked in his room for a while.”
The sound of a fist slamming repeatedly against the door caused Britney to jump, although JC didn’t move a muscle.
“Should I…” she motioned to the door.
“He’s got the master, he’ll let himself in.”
“Then why’s he knocking?”
“To warn us that he’s coming in so as not to catch any nudity. He’s got some freakish sensibilities.”
“Right,” the word had just left her mouth when the door slammed open.
“What the fuck?!!” Chris’ face was bright red and Britney swallowed back her smile and the nausea which had decided that now was a fine time to recur.
“Chris stop yelling,” JC ordered softly, a glance over showed her that his eyes had closed once more. Maybe he was going to feign sleep? Lucky bastard. She knew he could sleep through pretty much anything… although Chris’ voice might be pushing it.
“I just… you know… Justin is going to fucking kill you,” he finally managed to stutter out his eyes wide as he turned the corner and was able to take in the two of them settled together on the couch.
Although she knew that JC would assume the last comment was directed at him, Britney was positive that it was directed at her; especially since Chris’ glare couldn’t get more lethal and was pointed directly at her… she was damn lucky she wasn’t a pile of ash on JC’s chest.
“Do you want to sit down Chris?” Britney smiled gently at him, just because it wasn’t her room didn’t mean that she couldn’t be a gracious hostess even if their guest wanted to kill her. She stroked JC’s hand in what she hoped was a soothing manner. He was trembling slightly, maybe from nerves. Maybe from the remains of alcohol in his system.
“Why would Justin care Chris?” JC’s eyes opened slowly and focused on the oldest member of *NSYNC. “He and Britney broke up, remember?”
“Yeah but…” Chris fumbled, eyes wide as he all but fell into the lone arm chair. Britney leaned her head over JC, letting her hair shield her as she smiled down at him.
She was filled with pride even though he hadn’t even done anything yet. Pride because it was dawning on her that JC was a sneaky son-of-a-bitch; Justin had never mentioned that.
It was going to be so much fun ‘dating’ him while it lasted.
Since JC hadn’t known about Justin’s ‘straight’ boy crush until she’d told him about it, Chris had most likely been the one he’d confided in, he’d probably had to swear a pinky swear on top of whatever family grave was available to keep it a secret from JC. And now Chris couldn’t say anything, couldn’t tell JC exactly why Justin was going to be so angry at anyone without breaking the promise he’d made Justin.
And she knew from past experience that Chris would rather peel of his own skin than do something that would go against a promise made to Justin.
“Why don’t you go take a shower sweetie,” JC offered, stroking Britney’s face gently. He winked at her, a move that Chris couldn’t see and she grinned. Touching their lips together softly, her grin widened when she heard the barely concealed snarl behind them.
Chris was obviously channeling Justin.
She pushed herself to her feet, swaying slightly with dizziness before she made her way to the bathroom.
She couldn’t shower of course; her bags were in her room. But if she turned on the shower and waited until Chris left she could at least eavesdrop.
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She had to wonder if Chris had been pacing, waiting for her to start the water before starting in on his diatribe again.
“What the fuck C?” his voice was a loud hiss and Britney hoped that JC knew she was trying to listen and would moderate his speech accordingly, because JC was normally soft-spoken and she wanted to hear everything.
“Jesus Chris do I need to get you a valium?” JC’s voice was filled with amusement. “It’s not a big deal.” From where she had her ear practically pressed against the door Chris sounded like he was hyperventilating. He was probably wondering if this was the sort of thing that Justin would kill the messenger for.
She should warn him that yes it was. But if Chris didn’t tell Justin, than that meant either she or JC would have to and she wasn’t really up to dealing with Justin, she didn’t think JC was either… course if they were going to be cowards they could just go to some premiere together.
There’d always be the paparazzi or one of those entertainment news shows crews. E had been following her for weeks as they waited for her album to drop.
A picture was worth a thousand words after all. She ran through her list of events, wondered if there was any that she and JC had in common. It would be much easier to schedule their first ‘date’ to be an event they already both had to go to.
“You’re gay,” Chris stated as if he thought JC had forgotten it in the ten hours since he’d seen him last. “How the hell can you be dating Britney Spears? Because in case you haven’t noticed C she doesn’t have a dick… and I don’t think she plans on getting one.”
“No I hadn’t noticed,” Britney grinned, JC had the sarcasm thing down. She could actually hear his eyes rolling.
She bounced slightly, taking a deep breath at the nausea and decided that since they were now ‘dating’ she could go through JC’s toiletry bag looking for aspirin. Condoms, lube… she frowned, had he been planning on getting lucky or was he just always that prepared?
Aspirin, she sighed in relief. Closing the bag up she returned it to where she’d found it.
“This is going to be such a mess.”
“Chris relax… Justin isn’t going to care. He’s dating Cameron now. Both he and Britney are moving on… Justin’s been moving on for some time actually so…”
“That’s not the point…”
“Chris… look…” JC sighed heavily. “I’m tired; Brit and I were up late last night…”
“Yeah I can see that… must have been one hell of a party. You know Jace I would have thought if you’d learned anything from Joey it would be that you don’t need to date every girl that you get drunk with… or every girl that you fuck for that matter.”
“Now you’re being crude.”
“Do not make me call the others and force them to come here so we can have an intervention. Because you know I will. I’m going to my room to get my bag because there is no way in hell I’m leaving you alone with her for any longer than I have to. The trouble you get yourself into when you don’t have one of us there to supervise. Christ… when I get back I want you to be back to your happy, gay self and I’ll hear no more about you dating Britney. ‘kay?”
“Sure Chris,” JC’s voice was smiling although Britney could hear the underlying placating tone, which she knew Chris could hear as well. She could hear Chris muttering under his breath as he left, probably complaining about being too old for this shit. When the door closed behind him she flung the bathroom door open leaping at him, grimacing as her head protested the movements.
“You were great,” she laughed, hugging him tightly.
JC looked slightly disbelieving as he stared at the door. “I lied to him… I lied to him and he believed me,” he said wondrously.
“You were fantastic,” she assured him.
“But… but I can’t lie…” he waved his hands as she moved back slightly. She’d been hit twice before she realized that when talking to JC you had to maintain at least an arms length distance between parties unless you wanted to walk away with bruises or a head injury. “They always know when I’m lying, I turn red and babble and… well I can’t lie.”
“You weren’t lying,” she grinned. “As of four this morning we are dating.”
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TITLE: Every Good Plan… Has Its Opposition – JC/Britney, JC/Justin UST
SERIES: Every Good Plan
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
Read Every Good Plan… Has A Beginning first or this will make no sense.
Every Good Plan… Has Its Opposition
The sound of a cellphone bleating woke her out of a sound sleep. For about a half a second she thought she was still dreaming… because why the hell would someone set their cell to bleat of all things and then suddenly it seemed just like that dream with the car that talked like that freaky guy from the Police Academy movies.
When the bleating didn’t stop she cracked open an eye that felt like sandpaper was being scoured over it and swallowed several times.
And yes that was someone’s phone bleating, she wasn’t sleeping and just what the hell had she been drinking? Lighter fluid?
When it stopped suddenly she let her head collapse onto the warm body that she was laying on. Before sitting up suddenly, pressing a hand to her temple as her vision swam and her stomach heaved.
JC slept soundly under her, the only indication that he had been disturbed by her movements was a slight nose twitch and soft snore before he was silent once more.
Justin had once told her in one of their many phone conversations (because for the first six months they’d dated that was the only time they’d even gotten to talk) that JC slept like the dead… literally.
Supposedly they’d once held a mirror under his nose once to make sure he was still breathing because no one wanted to tell Lou that they had to replace him, not after the fiasco that had erupted when they’d had to replace Jason.
Even though that had turned out fairly well in the long run. She hadn’t believed him when he’d told her that JC didn’t make a noise or move once he fell asleep.
Because everyone did something while asleep. She’d had a dancer that scratched his genitals for hours, another one that mumbled about chickens and condoms (which she’d never questioned even though she was dying to know.)
But she’d never seen JC sleep up close and personal and she knew that if she hadn’t known about it before hand that she would have thought him dead. And wouldn’t have that gone over well. Justin might be in denial but if JC had died while in her company she had no doubt that hell would have rained down on her… most if it probably from Justin’s hands with the other three joining in for old times sake.
The phone started bleating again, ringing eight times then stopping, then starting again. The third time, it seemed someone really wanted to get in touch with JC.
She poked at his shoulder with one hand, holding the other against her head in a desperate attempt to keep her brain from falling out her ears while she wasn’t paying attention.
“Jace…” no response, she frowned and tried again raising her voice as loud as her ears could take it. “JC.”
JC forced one bleary eye open, managed an impressive glare before it shut again.
“Jace your phones ringing…”
“’nore it,” he muttered before attempting to roll onto his side under her. She balanced herself with the hand that had been poking him and practiced her surfing.
She almost fell off the couch because it seemed a distinct possibility that she was still drunk.
“It’s bleating,” she explained, there was no sign from under her that JC was even still listening. She made a mental note to ask JC much, much later why his phone was set on that particular ring.
With a wince she leaned forward and plucked JC’s cellphone off the small coffee table and opened it.
“Hello?” her voice was raspy with not enough sleep, to much alcohol and to much talking. There was silence on the other end and she wondered if this was a crank. She so wasn’t in the mood for a crank. “Hello?!” she forced her voice to be a bit sterner and a bit more angry; her head disapproved and throbbed accordingly.
“Brit?” the voice on the other end was loud with disbelief.
“Chris,” she sighed poking at JC’s shoulder. He didn’t have to be awake for their plan to start but she wanted to share the pain of Chris’ voice. Her head felt like it was going to explode.
“What the hell?! I know I took you off speed dial… I don’t think you were even on speed dial 2 ever anyway…”
“I probably wasn’t,” she muttered. “This is JC’s phone did you need him for something?”
The silence again and that caused her to smile even though her body protested. Because not many things left Chris Kirkpatrick speechless… except it seemed his best friends ex having his other best friends’ cell phone at 7 am in the morning.
“Why the hell do you have C’s phone?!” his voice was shrill and loud and Britney yanked the phone away from her ear. JC was finally awake and frowning at the noise, rubbing at his eyes he looked about five.
Chris? he mouthed, stretching and she nodded.
Not happy, she mouthed back and he grinned.
On the phone Chris was still screeching.
“I thought you capable of a lot of things but stealing JC’s phone…” he paused to draw in a long breath.
“I didn’t steal his phone, JC’s here… you want to talk to him?” she asked brightly, yanking the phone away again as he once more started yelling.
JC rubbed at his head, Britney let hers collapse against the back of the sofa still laying half on him. Every so often she would half listen to the yelling, just to make sure Chris was still there… although she didn’t think he was even yelling anything in particular any more, he sounded pretty incoherent and was basically just making noises.
And if Chris was this mad they might have to temporarily go into hiding or hire bodyguards when Justin found out.
The sound of silence would have boded well if she didn’t know that Chris was probably on his way to the hotel. She wondered how long it would take him to fly in.
“He hung up.”
“He’s probably in the elevator,” JC sighed. “We should probably get up.”
“Yeah,” Britney closed the phone, tossing it aside. Neither moved. “He’s here, in the hotel?” she asked just to clarify, because unless Chris had learned teleportation as a new skill it should have taken him hours.
“Flew in yesterday, he was tired so I went out alone.”
She nodded and knew that there was no way that JC was ever going to be allowed to go out alone again. Not if he was picking up friends ex-girlfriends when he did.
“How far are you willing to take this?” she asked quietly. “We never really talked about that.”
“Well I guess until you get bored playing my girlfriend… if you talked to Bobbi… which you don’t… well she’d probably tell you that playing that particular role isn’t very much fun.”
“I think I can handle it,” she smirked. “So we’re doing this until Justin comes to his senses?”
“Or until he kills us both.”
“Gah…I thought you were an optimist… where’s all this pessimism coming from? I’m telling you the minute Chris determines that this is real and not an act that Justin is going to be the first person he tells. I give this budding relationship a week before Justin swoops in to end it and sweep you off your feet.”
“Sweep me off my feet?” JC arched a brow in query.
“Yeah he’s good at that. He’s got a very seldom untapped romantic side.”
“A week huh?”
“Well he’s got shows… I foresee Chris, Lance and Joey spending a lot of time with us in the next week. Because they’re lonely… or some shit like that.”
“You think you know Justin that well?”
“Justin has got a jealous streak a mile wide… he will not trust me alone with you for any longer than it takes for him to get here.”
“He could be worried about you,” JC shrugged a wry grin on his face as he tugged on her hair. The thought of someone, even Justin being jealous over him… was apparently boggling his mind. Who knew JC’s self-esteem when it came to his relationships was that low.
“Justin hasn’t been worried about me since Wade spilled the beans… He was probably damn homicidal.”
“Yeah…” he winced. “Pretty close, we kept him locked in his room for a while.”
The sound of a fist slamming repeatedly against the door caused Britney to jump, although JC didn’t move a muscle.
“Should I…” she motioned to the door.
“He’s got the master, he’ll let himself in.”
“Then why’s he knocking?”
“To warn us that he’s coming in so as not to catch any nudity. He’s got some freakish sensibilities.”
“Right,” the word had just left her mouth when the door slammed open.
“What the fuck?!!” Chris’ face was bright red and Britney swallowed back her smile and the nausea which had decided that now was a fine time to recur.
“Chris stop yelling,” JC ordered softly, a glance over showed her that his eyes had closed once more. Maybe he was going to feign sleep? Lucky bastard. She knew he could sleep through pretty much anything… although Chris’ voice might be pushing it.
“I just… you know… Justin is going to fucking kill you,” he finally managed to stutter out his eyes wide as he turned the corner and was able to take in the two of them settled together on the couch.
Although she knew that JC would assume the last comment was directed at him, Britney was positive that it was directed at her; especially since Chris’ glare couldn’t get more lethal and was pointed directly at her… she was damn lucky she wasn’t a pile of ash on JC’s chest.
“Do you want to sit down Chris?” Britney smiled gently at him, just because it wasn’t her room didn’t mean that she couldn’t be a gracious hostess even if their guest wanted to kill her. She stroked JC’s hand in what she hoped was a soothing manner. He was trembling slightly, maybe from nerves. Maybe from the remains of alcohol in his system.
“Why would Justin care Chris?” JC’s eyes opened slowly and focused on the oldest member of *NSYNC. “He and Britney broke up, remember?”
“Yeah but…” Chris fumbled, eyes wide as he all but fell into the lone arm chair. Britney leaned her head over JC, letting her hair shield her as she smiled down at him.
She was filled with pride even though he hadn’t even done anything yet. Pride because it was dawning on her that JC was a sneaky son-of-a-bitch; Justin had never mentioned that.
It was going to be so much fun ‘dating’ him while it lasted.
Since JC hadn’t known about Justin’s ‘straight’ boy crush until she’d told him about it, Chris had most likely been the one he’d confided in, he’d probably had to swear a pinky swear on top of whatever family grave was available to keep it a secret from JC. And now Chris couldn’t say anything, couldn’t tell JC exactly why Justin was going to be so angry at anyone without breaking the promise he’d made Justin.
And she knew from past experience that Chris would rather peel of his own skin than do something that would go against a promise made to Justin.
“Why don’t you go take a shower sweetie,” JC offered, stroking Britney’s face gently. He winked at her, a move that Chris couldn’t see and she grinned. Touching their lips together softly, her grin widened when she heard the barely concealed snarl behind them.
Chris was obviously channeling Justin.
She pushed herself to her feet, swaying slightly with dizziness before she made her way to the bathroom.
She couldn’t shower of course; her bags were in her room. But if she turned on the shower and waited until Chris left she could at least eavesdrop.
She had to wonder if Chris had been pacing, waiting for her to start the water before starting in on his diatribe again.
“What the fuck C?” his voice was a loud hiss and Britney hoped that JC knew she was trying to listen and would moderate his speech accordingly, because JC was normally soft-spoken and she wanted to hear everything.
“Jesus Chris do I need to get you a valium?” JC’s voice was filled with amusement. “It’s not a big deal.” From where she had her ear practically pressed against the door Chris sounded like he was hyperventilating. He was probably wondering if this was the sort of thing that Justin would kill the messenger for.
She should warn him that yes it was. But if Chris didn’t tell Justin, than that meant either she or JC would have to and she wasn’t really up to dealing with Justin, she didn’t think JC was either… course if they were going to be cowards they could just go to some premiere together.
There’d always be the paparazzi or one of those entertainment news shows crews. E had been following her for weeks as they waited for her album to drop.
A picture was worth a thousand words after all. She ran through her list of events, wondered if there was any that she and JC had in common. It would be much easier to schedule their first ‘date’ to be an event they already both had to go to.
“You’re gay,” Chris stated as if he thought JC had forgotten it in the ten hours since he’d seen him last. “How the hell can you be dating Britney Spears? Because in case you haven’t noticed C she doesn’t have a dick… and I don’t think she plans on getting one.”
“No I hadn’t noticed,” Britney grinned, JC had the sarcasm thing down. She could actually hear his eyes rolling.
She bounced slightly, taking a deep breath at the nausea and decided that since they were now ‘dating’ she could go through JC’s toiletry bag looking for aspirin. Condoms, lube… she frowned, had he been planning on getting lucky or was he just always that prepared?
Aspirin, she sighed in relief. Closing the bag up she returned it to where she’d found it.
“This is going to be such a mess.”
“Chris relax… Justin isn’t going to care. He’s dating Cameron now. Both he and Britney are moving on… Justin’s been moving on for some time actually so…”
“That’s not the point…”
“Chris… look…” JC sighed heavily. “I’m tired; Brit and I were up late last night…”
“Yeah I can see that… must have been one hell of a party. You know Jace I would have thought if you’d learned anything from Joey it would be that you don’t need to date every girl that you get drunk with… or every girl that you fuck for that matter.”
“Now you’re being crude.”
“Do not make me call the others and force them to come here so we can have an intervention. Because you know I will. I’m going to my room to get my bag because there is no way in hell I’m leaving you alone with her for any longer than I have to. The trouble you get yourself into when you don’t have one of us there to supervise. Christ… when I get back I want you to be back to your happy, gay self and I’ll hear no more about you dating Britney. ‘kay?”
“Sure Chris,” JC’s voice was smiling although Britney could hear the underlying placating tone, which she knew Chris could hear as well. She could hear Chris muttering under his breath as he left, probably complaining about being too old for this shit. When the door closed behind him she flung the bathroom door open leaping at him, grimacing as her head protested the movements.
“You were great,” she laughed, hugging him tightly.
JC looked slightly disbelieving as he stared at the door. “I lied to him… I lied to him and he believed me,” he said wondrously.
“You were fantastic,” she assured him.
“But… but I can’t lie…” he waved his hands as she moved back slightly. She’d been hit twice before she realized that when talking to JC you had to maintain at least an arms length distance between parties unless you wanted to walk away with bruises or a head injury. “They always know when I’m lying, I turn red and babble and… well I can’t lie.”
“You weren’t lying,” she grinned. “As of four this morning we are dating.”
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Date: 2003-08-13 09:32 am (UTC)I can't wait for more.