"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

We was having us some good old fashioned fun, we was.

"WWHOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAA JEEEESUUUS CHRIIIIIISTTT!!!"

"AAAH! AAAAAAAAAHHH!!!"

"YEEEEEAAAAAH BABY YEAAAAAA!!!"

When it finally stopped, the three of us were drenched with sweat from head to toe. My head was spinning like a mad mofo. "Baby, that was awesome!"

"What did I tell you?" Britney laughed, straightening out her hair. "What did I tell you? You should listen to me more often. I'm an expert at this kinda stuff."

"Justin." Lance grabbed me by the shoulders. His hands were shaking, and his face was a slight unattractive shade of orange. "Promise me you will never make me do that with you guys again. Never. I don't think I can take it."

"Let's go again!" I shouted. I was pumped for another run.

"Yeah!" Britney jumped up and down gleefully.

"NO!" Lance practically screamed in my face. "No! Please, I can't take anymore, I'm all out. Come on, you guys had your fun, can't we just rest now?"

I sighed. The poor guy was all pooped out. I guess we could spare him this once.

"Well come on then," Britney said, "People are beginning to stare."

We dragged Lance away from the long line that had begun to form again to the roller coaster and searched the amusement park for a bench or something to sit on. We ended up dumping him on a patch of grass some nice people decided to plant.

"Aaaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....I think I'm gonna hurl..."

"He's gotten a lot less fun lately, hasn't he." Britney noted.

"I mean it! I'll hurl all over you and your pretty faces! And then all the fans will come to me! Ugh, I have a hernia, I swear, I can feel it..."

Britney and I found our own little patch of grass to sit on while Lance contemplated stomach acids on his own.

"It's been a while since we've been able to go out like this, huh?" Long gone were the days that I would find speaking to Brit awkward. "What do you want to do afterwards? Rent a movie? I heard 'Remember the Titans' is really good."

"Sometimes I wonder," she said suddenly.

"What about?"

"What if the Club didn't end when it did? Would our lives still be the same today?"

Oops, I hadn't planned to do a lot of actual thinking today. "I don't know. Don't think so."

"So was it a good thing after all?"

"I don't know."

"Would I still be me?"

That, I did know. "Yeah, you'd be you. I don't think you'd ever not be you."

We were silent for a moment. Total Felicity moment. Just then my cell phone began to ring. Ah, crap! "I thought I turned this thing off!...Hold that thought. Hello?"

"Justin...Where in the world are you!?"

I smiled. "Hey JC. Wassup?"

"'Wassup'? 'Wassup'?! Curly we were supposed to be down rehearsing half an hour ago! Where are you!?"

"Oh, me and Brit decided to take Lance out to have some fun. Why? Is that problem?" I led him on.

"You took Lance too!?"

What, didn't you notice? "We needed comic relief."

"Curly, we're only supposed to be practicing for the Super-friggin'-bowl Halftimes!? For God's sakes Aerosmith is here waiting for you!"

"Awww, come on 'C, let us have some fun once in a while?"

Britney leaned close to my face so she could talk into the phone as well. "Pweeeeeeeeeeze, JC? Pweeeeeeeeeeeeze?"

And then I had to hold the phone away from my ears as JC screamed his ass off. I grinned to myself, imagining the bulging veins. Score!

After a minute or two I spoke into the phone again. "Hello?"

"An hour, Justin, that's all I'm giving you. Then you three haul your asses back here!"

"Thanks, 'C. You're the coolest, you know that?" I meant it.

"Of course I know. Now go on, have fun or whatever it is you brats do these days."

"Wait, JC."

"What?"

"I love you, man. You know that, right?"

Pause.

"Of course I know." Click.

I shut off the power to the cell. No need to get interrupted again. Turning to Brit, I found her staring at me strangely. "What?" I demanded.

She shrugged. "Just wondering if I should be jealous of you sweet-talking JC."

I gave her my best punkboy expression. "Wha'! Me!? Wha' you on, girl?"

She laughed, then grabbed my arms and pulled me to my feet. "Come on, Justin, let's go get some pizza!"

"What about Lance?"

"You two go on," he said weakly. "I'll just stay here...wait for my stomach to keep rollin' rollin' rollin'...keep rollin'..."

We went off, hand in hand. She felt warm. She felt nice.

"You know, you still owe me that duet."

She rolled her eyes at me. "Yeah, which might work out if your fans don't sniper me first."

"That's not the one I meant. You remember. Come on, you promised me."

"I promised you? I don't remember."

"I think you do."

She shrugged again, this time playfully. "We have all the time in the world for that, Justin. All the time in the world. It's not going away anytime soon."

No, it isn't. This isn't going to away anytime soon. My life isn't going to go away anytime soon.

Are you sure? You know if you attach yourselves too much to something all that's gonna happen is you're gonna lose it again. You'll just have to say goodbye again. To the guys. To JC. To her.

Shut up.

Not this time.

This time, it's for keeps.

A note: If you were offended by the quasi-homoerotic sentiments in this story...well, I'm sorry I offended you, but really it's your problem, not mine:p.

Another note: If you were offended by the pairing of Justin and Britney in this story...um...I don't know, don't be?

Another another note: If you were offended by the way certain people were portrayed, once again I must stress how fictional this is. No, really. I'm not Justin and I don't know his thoughts. Really. This was just a creative outlet for me.