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laniew1“So…” Trace’s voice was light with humor; Justin left his head resting on the kitchen table. They’d made him stop banging it against the kitchen table when they came in. Something about concussions and not wanting JC and the others to get pissed at them for letting him injure himself.
TITLE: Every Good Plan… Has More Plans – JC/Britney, JC/Justin UST
SERIES: Every Good Plan
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
This is a series, you should really read these first …
Every Good Plan… Has A Beginning
Every Good Plan… Has Its Opposition
Every Good Plan… Has A First Date
Every Good Plan… Has An Intervention Staged By A Boyband
Every Good Plan… Has A Double Date with Ex’s
Every Good Plan… Has More Plans
“So…” Trace’s voice was light with humor; Justin left his head resting on the kitchen table. They’d made him stop banging it against the kitchen table when they came in. Something about concussions and not wanting JC and the others to get pissed at them for letting him injure himself.
“Don’t even start with me, I’m not in any mood,” Justin warned him, his voice muffled by the wood.
“Yes Justin had a bad night,” Cameron’s voice was grinning; Justin knew if he looked up she’d have some big shit-eating grin on her face. Didn’t she have her own home?
“It wasn’t that bad,” Justin muttered.
“No… JC looked edible as hell in those pants, who do you think he wore them for… you or her?”
Justin lifted his head slowly; he’d shared some of his suspicions with Cameron on the way back to the house. He was surprised to not see a smirk or grin in sight, on either Cameron or Trace’s face.
“I don’t know…” he said slowly, his eyes flickering between his two friends.
“You do remember that you only have four days left right? That you have to be…” Cameron frowned as she struggled to remember the next stop on the tour. “Somewhere for your next concert by Thursday afternoon.”
“I remember,” Justin sighed rubbing at his forehead. He probably had a red mark on his forehead from where he’d been banging it against the table, if it was still there when he went over to JC’s there might be some mothering involved.
Maybe some kissing. If Cameron had kept Britney at their table for two more minutes last night there would have already been kissing. But there wasn’t and now JC was going to be hyper aware of every move that Justin made towards him and keep trying to cut him off.
“Two minutes, you couldn’t have, I don’t know, talked about the god damn weather and kept her at the table for two fucking minutes,” Justin grumbled.
“She seemed very anxious about the two of you being alone together.”
“She probably thought I had a deprogrammer hidden in the bathroom.”
“There is that,” Cameron cleared her throat then asked brightly. “So what are you going to do now? I mean four days… its not a lot of time.”
“Isn’t this like insider trading?” Justin asked. “You know, finding out what my next plan is and then betting accordingly.”
“Only if I use it.”
“Which I won’t let her do,” Trace grinned. “At least not unless she shares whatever she wins with me.”
“Besides the fact that so far everything you’ve done hasn’t worked. I’d be pretty much better off betting against whatever idea you have.”
“Thanks for the unwavering love and support guys, I really appreciate it.”
“Good,” Cameron winked at him. “So next plan.”
“I have no idea. It’s going to be hard to keep an eye on things between them while I’m on the road…”
“And there’s no way in hell you’re going to have them broken up before then,” Trace finished. “Well you’re not… you know that if they’re really going out that JC’s going to have told Britney all about what happened in the bathroom.”
“Yeah,” Justin muttered morosely.
“And if Britney knows she’s going to go out of her way to make sure that you have zero alone time with JC until you go back on tour.”
“I know that.”
“Which means that you’re going to have to be really sneaky if you want to spend any semblance of quality time with him before you leave.”
“I’m aware of this.”
“Unless of course you just have her killed,” Trace looked over at where Justin and Cameron were both staring at him. Justin knew from experience that he had tangents every so often; sometimes they’d rival JC’s.
“Do you think Lance would know anybody?”
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JC had been pacing a hole in his bedroom carpet when Britney had arrived. She’d taken one look at the state of his room, then at him and sighed loudly. She’d been shaking her head, muttering under her breath something he couldn’t hear as she pulled scented candles from under the sink in his bathroom.
He’d just gaped at her, because he hadn’t even known they were there. Plus he was pretty sure he hadn’t been the one that bought them, he didn’t do scented candles. He preferred the spray and potpourri.
They were prettier and less likely to burn his house down if he forgot about them for long periods of time.
Which he was prone to do. Justin had to have brought them over and left them.
Once she’d lit the candles, ignoring JC’s raised eyebrows when she pulled a book of matches from her purse, she took both of his hands in her own and stared into his worried eyes.
“Take a deep breath,” she ordered, smiling softly when he complied. “Hold it,” she squeezed his hands gently. “Now release…” when he’d released the breath in a huff and was staring at her in confusion she grinned. “Feel better?”
“Not really,” he frowned. “Was I supposed to?”
She rolled her eyes releasing his hands. A second glance around the room probably told her everything that she needed to know. JC had been bit by the insomnia bug; there were clothes and papers strewn all over the normally tidy room.
JC liked order and peace… he really liked order, and peace was a particular favorite.
She was probably berating herself for not staying, but she’d grimaced when he’d invited her in. Muttered something about not having the strength to deal with Chris just then, so he’d filled her in on the more important aspects of the evening (namely the kiss that hadn’t happened) as they’d stood by her car after Justin and Cameron had dropped them off.
Justin had fought it but since her car was at JC’s he didn’t really have any say in the matter.
They’d almost kissed in the bathroom, that’s what JC had relayed to her. In between hyperventilating and just generally freaking out. He’d tried to be calm. Really calm.
It hadn’t worked.
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Britney wondered if Justin was actually making a play for JC or if this was just his way of driving the other singer insane. If it was it was working.
Justin, it seemed, was playing fast and loose with JC’s emotions as well as Cameron’s. And for someone who’d had the psychotic blow out that he’d had (not to mention the songs and the video that she’d almost sued his ass for) when he’d found out about Wade she couldn’t believe that he was getting ready to put Cameron through the same thing.
Unless…
“Are we sure that Justin and Cameron are dating?”
“What?”
“Well Justin… not so much the cheating type. And if he were really with Cameron…”
“I don’t think he even remembered that there was a Cameron until you knocked on the bathroom door.”
“Yeah… sorry about that…” she knew she looked decidedly unapologetic and couldn’t even muster a sympathetic look.
“Yeah right,” JC muttered under his breath.
“So are we…?”
“Are we what?” he rubbed at his head and Britney dug through her purse pulling out the small bottle of aspirin that she’d taken to keeping on her. She knew that if she kept talking about Justin that he’d have a migraine and be down for the rest of the day.
Almost two weeks and they were really acting like a couple. Another two and people would start asking when they were getting married. Which reminded her that they would eventually have to talk about how they were going to handle the ‘break-up’.
She wanted painless and blameless.
“Are we sure that Justin and Cameron are dating.”
“There was that article, she’s touring with him, we just went on the double date from hell, thanks for suggesting that by the way,” she smiled angelically at him. “And those are all key signs that yes, they are dating.”
“We had articles, and ours had more pictures. Neither one of us is touring so… but…” she shrugged.
“Yes but as you keep reminding me oh so helpfully, we are actually dating,” JC grumbled as he dry swallowed the pills she handed him then ran a hand through his hair. Frowning as he did so.
“Yeah we are… but that’s it? That’s all the proof that there is that they’re dating?”
“Well there’s the touring thing.”
“Window dressing,” she waved her hand at him as drew her bottom lip between her teeth.
“She’s pretty window dressing that he’s fucking then.”
“I don’t think he’s fucking anybody… at least not yet,” she winked at him.
“You think they’re not really dating?”
“The way Justin was brought up, added to the what he went through when all that shit went down with Wade and me… there’s no way that he’d put someone he cared about through that. Justin’s not a cheater.”
“And you think I am?”
“I didn’t say that JC… don’t have a heart attack please? I so couldn’t explain it to the guys.”
“Then do you think he knows about the plan? Damnit he knows, he wouldn’t be doing this if he thought that we were actually together… I told you that no one was going to believe this.” JC’s eyes were wide, almost comical in their shock.
“Calm down,” she rolled her eyes. “If he knew he that we weren’t actually together, together he wouldn’t be expending so much energy, he wouldn’t have the guys expending so much energy trying to break us up. He’d just be sitting back waiting for one of us to fuck up so he could laugh in our faces. Or let the public commit mass murder.”
“So what…?”
“He really thinks we’re really dating,” she grinned and after a moment he returned it. “And just like I told you he’s swooping in to rescue you from big bad Britney.”
“You’re not so bad,” JC smiled. “At the moment you’re the best friend I’ve got.”
“Awww… you’re only saying that because I’m helping you finally land Justin.”
“Whatever… so what do we do now?”
“Maybe we… turn it up a notch?”
“I’m not sleeping with you,” he said automatically.
“Uh-uh…”
“And I’m not marrying you either.”
“Maybe just an engagement… a short one?”
“You’re out of your mind,” he said decisively. Glaring at her. “And I think you’re going to take me with you.”
“Can I keep the ring when we’re done?”
“You want me to buy a ring and announce an engagement… I told my parents that this wouldn’t happen.”
“So you call them back and tell them that it’s all part of the plan.”
“But then I’d have to tell them about the Justin part of it… and trust me at this point, in their eyes, fake girlfriend or fiancé or whatever you’re looking pretty damn good.”
“They just want grandchildren.”
“Yeah my fathers’ biological clock is fucking ticking a mile a minute,” JC grumbled.
“Normally it’s the women.”
“Maybe my dad is just in touch with his feminine side.”
Britney grinned. “Knew you got it from somewhere.”
“Adopted.”
“Whatever.”
“And what about Johnny? What the hell am I going to tell Johnny?”
“What have you told him so far?”
“Not much… just you know that we were kind of, sort of seeing each other. In a totally friends, platonic sort of way… and that he couldn’t tell anyone…”
“So you tell him that… well I don’t know what you tell him. Maybe that we’re keeping it really quiet for the time being while we wait for Justin to calm down a bit.”
“You know he’s been preparing my ‘coming out to the public, I’m so sorry I hid my sexuality but still buy our music’ speech for about two years. I don’t think he ever thought he was going to have to rewrite it for an ‘I’m getting married to my best-friends ex-girlfriend, but it’s all a ruse because he’s a stubborn son-of-a-bitch and won’t admit that he’s gay’ speech ever,” Britney grinned because yes, as she had first learned the morning after the plan had started. JC had a sarcastic wit that he was just beginning to realize.
She hoped he didn’t cage it back in when the group finally got back together. She foresaw a few dropped mouths if he could manage to keep it while sharing a bus with Justin and Chris again.
“Just how much information have you shared with Johnny?”
“Not that much, give me some credit,” it was JC’s turn to roll his eyes and her grin widened. “I told him that we’d run into each other, had fun and would probably, most likely be going to some events together. But that we didn’t think it would be that serious. You know… just having fun.”
“Which translated to Johnny speak means that he thinks that you’re fighting with Justin and poking at him using me.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“No but the guys have probably gotten used to having to translate the things you don’t say into English after about a month of non-tangentials,” Britney mumbled as she dug around her bag looking for her palm pilot. “So when do you want to go looking for rings… and you never answered me… do I get to keep it when we’re done?”
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TITLE: Every Good Plan… Has More Plans – JC/Britney, JC/Justin UST
SERIES: Every Good Plan
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
This is a series, you should really read these first …
Every Good Plan… Has A Beginning
Every Good Plan… Has Its Opposition
Every Good Plan… Has A First Date
Every Good Plan… Has An Intervention Staged By A Boyband
Every Good Plan… Has A Double Date with Ex’s
Every Good Plan… Has More Plans
“So…” Trace’s voice was light with humor; Justin left his head resting on the kitchen table. They’d made him stop banging it against the kitchen table when they came in. Something about concussions and not wanting JC and the others to get pissed at them for letting him injure himself.
“Don’t even start with me, I’m not in any mood,” Justin warned him, his voice muffled by the wood.
“Yes Justin had a bad night,” Cameron’s voice was grinning; Justin knew if he looked up she’d have some big shit-eating grin on her face. Didn’t she have her own home?
“It wasn’t that bad,” Justin muttered.
“No… JC looked edible as hell in those pants, who do you think he wore them for… you or her?”
Justin lifted his head slowly; he’d shared some of his suspicions with Cameron on the way back to the house. He was surprised to not see a smirk or grin in sight, on either Cameron or Trace’s face.
“I don’t know…” he said slowly, his eyes flickering between his two friends.
“You do remember that you only have four days left right? That you have to be…” Cameron frowned as she struggled to remember the next stop on the tour. “Somewhere for your next concert by Thursday afternoon.”
“I remember,” Justin sighed rubbing at his forehead. He probably had a red mark on his forehead from where he’d been banging it against the table, if it was still there when he went over to JC’s there might be some mothering involved.
Maybe some kissing. If Cameron had kept Britney at their table for two more minutes last night there would have already been kissing. But there wasn’t and now JC was going to be hyper aware of every move that Justin made towards him and keep trying to cut him off.
“Two minutes, you couldn’t have, I don’t know, talked about the god damn weather and kept her at the table for two fucking minutes,” Justin grumbled.
“She seemed very anxious about the two of you being alone together.”
“She probably thought I had a deprogrammer hidden in the bathroom.”
“There is that,” Cameron cleared her throat then asked brightly. “So what are you going to do now? I mean four days… its not a lot of time.”
“Isn’t this like insider trading?” Justin asked. “You know, finding out what my next plan is and then betting accordingly.”
“Only if I use it.”
“Which I won’t let her do,” Trace grinned. “At least not unless she shares whatever she wins with me.”
“Besides the fact that so far everything you’ve done hasn’t worked. I’d be pretty much better off betting against whatever idea you have.”
“Thanks for the unwavering love and support guys, I really appreciate it.”
“Good,” Cameron winked at him. “So next plan.”
“I have no idea. It’s going to be hard to keep an eye on things between them while I’m on the road…”
“And there’s no way in hell you’re going to have them broken up before then,” Trace finished. “Well you’re not… you know that if they’re really going out that JC’s going to have told Britney all about what happened in the bathroom.”
“Yeah,” Justin muttered morosely.
“And if Britney knows she’s going to go out of her way to make sure that you have zero alone time with JC until you go back on tour.”
“I know that.”
“Which means that you’re going to have to be really sneaky if you want to spend any semblance of quality time with him before you leave.”
“I’m aware of this.”
“Unless of course you just have her killed,” Trace looked over at where Justin and Cameron were both staring at him. Justin knew from experience that he had tangents every so often; sometimes they’d rival JC’s.
“Do you think Lance would know anybody?”
JC had been pacing a hole in his bedroom carpet when Britney had arrived. She’d taken one look at the state of his room, then at him and sighed loudly. She’d been shaking her head, muttering under her breath something he couldn’t hear as she pulled scented candles from under the sink in his bathroom.
He’d just gaped at her, because he hadn’t even known they were there. Plus he was pretty sure he hadn’t been the one that bought them, he didn’t do scented candles. He preferred the spray and potpourri.
They were prettier and less likely to burn his house down if he forgot about them for long periods of time.
Which he was prone to do. Justin had to have brought them over and left them.
Once she’d lit the candles, ignoring JC’s raised eyebrows when she pulled a book of matches from her purse, she took both of his hands in her own and stared into his worried eyes.
“Take a deep breath,” she ordered, smiling softly when he complied. “Hold it,” she squeezed his hands gently. “Now release…” when he’d released the breath in a huff and was staring at her in confusion she grinned. “Feel better?”
“Not really,” he frowned. “Was I supposed to?”
She rolled her eyes releasing his hands. A second glance around the room probably told her everything that she needed to know. JC had been bit by the insomnia bug; there were clothes and papers strewn all over the normally tidy room.
JC liked order and peace… he really liked order, and peace was a particular favorite.
She was probably berating herself for not staying, but she’d grimaced when he’d invited her in. Muttered something about not having the strength to deal with Chris just then, so he’d filled her in on the more important aspects of the evening (namely the kiss that hadn’t happened) as they’d stood by her car after Justin and Cameron had dropped them off.
Justin had fought it but since her car was at JC’s he didn’t really have any say in the matter.
They’d almost kissed in the bathroom, that’s what JC had relayed to her. In between hyperventilating and just generally freaking out. He’d tried to be calm. Really calm.
It hadn’t worked.
Britney wondered if Justin was actually making a play for JC or if this was just his way of driving the other singer insane. If it was it was working.
Justin, it seemed, was playing fast and loose with JC’s emotions as well as Cameron’s. And for someone who’d had the psychotic blow out that he’d had (not to mention the songs and the video that she’d almost sued his ass for) when he’d found out about Wade she couldn’t believe that he was getting ready to put Cameron through the same thing.
Unless…
“Are we sure that Justin and Cameron are dating?”
“What?”
“Well Justin… not so much the cheating type. And if he were really with Cameron…”
“I don’t think he even remembered that there was a Cameron until you knocked on the bathroom door.”
“Yeah… sorry about that…” she knew she looked decidedly unapologetic and couldn’t even muster a sympathetic look.
“Yeah right,” JC muttered under his breath.
“So are we…?”
“Are we what?” he rubbed at his head and Britney dug through her purse pulling out the small bottle of aspirin that she’d taken to keeping on her. She knew that if she kept talking about Justin that he’d have a migraine and be down for the rest of the day.
Almost two weeks and they were really acting like a couple. Another two and people would start asking when they were getting married. Which reminded her that they would eventually have to talk about how they were going to handle the ‘break-up’.
She wanted painless and blameless.
“Are we sure that Justin and Cameron are dating.”
“There was that article, she’s touring with him, we just went on the double date from hell, thanks for suggesting that by the way,” she smiled angelically at him. “And those are all key signs that yes, they are dating.”
“We had articles, and ours had more pictures. Neither one of us is touring so… but…” she shrugged.
“Yes but as you keep reminding me oh so helpfully, we are actually dating,” JC grumbled as he dry swallowed the pills she handed him then ran a hand through his hair. Frowning as he did so.
“Yeah we are… but that’s it? That’s all the proof that there is that they’re dating?”
“Well there’s the touring thing.”
“Window dressing,” she waved her hand at him as drew her bottom lip between her teeth.
“She’s pretty window dressing that he’s fucking then.”
“I don’t think he’s fucking anybody… at least not yet,” she winked at him.
“You think they’re not really dating?”
“The way Justin was brought up, added to the what he went through when all that shit went down with Wade and me… there’s no way that he’d put someone he cared about through that. Justin’s not a cheater.”
“And you think I am?”
“I didn’t say that JC… don’t have a heart attack please? I so couldn’t explain it to the guys.”
“Then do you think he knows about the plan? Damnit he knows, he wouldn’t be doing this if he thought that we were actually together… I told you that no one was going to believe this.” JC’s eyes were wide, almost comical in their shock.
“Calm down,” she rolled her eyes. “If he knew he that we weren’t actually together, together he wouldn’t be expending so much energy, he wouldn’t have the guys expending so much energy trying to break us up. He’d just be sitting back waiting for one of us to fuck up so he could laugh in our faces. Or let the public commit mass murder.”
“So what…?”
“He really thinks we’re really dating,” she grinned and after a moment he returned it. “And just like I told you he’s swooping in to rescue you from big bad Britney.”
“You’re not so bad,” JC smiled. “At the moment you’re the best friend I’ve got.”
“Awww… you’re only saying that because I’m helping you finally land Justin.”
“Whatever… so what do we do now?”
“Maybe we… turn it up a notch?”
“I’m not sleeping with you,” he said automatically.
“Uh-uh…”
“And I’m not marrying you either.”
“Maybe just an engagement… a short one?”
“You’re out of your mind,” he said decisively. Glaring at her. “And I think you’re going to take me with you.”
“Can I keep the ring when we’re done?”
“You want me to buy a ring and announce an engagement… I told my parents that this wouldn’t happen.”
“So you call them back and tell them that it’s all part of the plan.”
“But then I’d have to tell them about the Justin part of it… and trust me at this point, in their eyes, fake girlfriend or fiancé or whatever you’re looking pretty damn good.”
“They just want grandchildren.”
“Yeah my fathers’ biological clock is fucking ticking a mile a minute,” JC grumbled.
“Normally it’s the women.”
“Maybe my dad is just in touch with his feminine side.”
Britney grinned. “Knew you got it from somewhere.”
“Adopted.”
“Whatever.”
“And what about Johnny? What the hell am I going to tell Johnny?”
“What have you told him so far?”
“Not much… just you know that we were kind of, sort of seeing each other. In a totally friends, platonic sort of way… and that he couldn’t tell anyone…”
“So you tell him that… well I don’t know what you tell him. Maybe that we’re keeping it really quiet for the time being while we wait for Justin to calm down a bit.”
“You know he’s been preparing my ‘coming out to the public, I’m so sorry I hid my sexuality but still buy our music’ speech for about two years. I don’t think he ever thought he was going to have to rewrite it for an ‘I’m getting married to my best-friends ex-girlfriend, but it’s all a ruse because he’s a stubborn son-of-a-bitch and won’t admit that he’s gay’ speech ever,” Britney grinned because yes, as she had first learned the morning after the plan had started. JC had a sarcastic wit that he was just beginning to realize.
She hoped he didn’t cage it back in when the group finally got back together. She foresaw a few dropped mouths if he could manage to keep it while sharing a bus with Justin and Chris again.
“Just how much information have you shared with Johnny?”
“Not that much, give me some credit,” it was JC’s turn to roll his eyes and her grin widened. “I told him that we’d run into each other, had fun and would probably, most likely be going to some events together. But that we didn’t think it would be that serious. You know… just having fun.”
“Which translated to Johnny speak means that he thinks that you’re fighting with Justin and poking at him using me.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“No but the guys have probably gotten used to having to translate the things you don’t say into English after about a month of non-tangentials,” Britney mumbled as she dug around her bag looking for her palm pilot. “So when do you want to go looking for rings… and you never answered me… do I get to keep it when we’re done?”
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Date: 2003-09-03 12:37 pm (UTC)I also think the whole JC Britney coupling is adorable (even if it is only so he can get Justin) they'd be cute together.