"Ow! Shit, Sabrina. That was my eye!"
She opened her eyes. Lance, who turned out to the the 'pillows', was laying next to her on the couch, rubbing his eye. "Oops. Sorry, Lance. I was reaching for the snooze."
He reached over and clapped his hand over her mouth. "Shut up, for once, so I can go back to sleep."
She pulled his hand off of her mouth and said "Lance, you need to get up anyway. Remember, you have to go do some promo stuff today?"
All of this time, he was poking her in the side and the stomach. "What are you doing?"
"I'm looking for your snooze button. I don't have to get to Jive HQ for another three hours."
"You still need to get up and get ready."
He groaned. "The whole purpose of moving down here was to get away from Mom. And now she's back to haunt me after about two to three years. My punishment is enough. Now go back to sleep."
"Lance, I'm not acting like your mom. Not that that's a bad thing-" She was suddenly cut off when he somehow lifted himself up, rolled over and lay on top of her, muffling her words with his chest."
"Will you shut up?"
"Lance," she mumbled, "you're squishing me."
"If I get off, will you shut up, for the last time?"
"Yeah."
He rolled off of her, silently thanking Lauren for having a large couch. Otherwise, he whould have hit the floor. And hit the floor he did, with a little help from Sabrina. She had pushed him off, in an attempt to get him up. But he saw what she was doing, and grabbed onto her, hoping to stop himself from falling. He only succeeded in pulling her off the couch and on top of him. They landed with a loud thump.
At that moment, Lauren chose to shuffle into the den, still in her pajamas. She saw the pair laying of the floor, Sabrina on top of Lance, laughing. I'm not gonna ask, she thought, rolling her eyes and walking into the kitchen. Pulling the cereal off the shelf, she poured herself a bowl of it and walked back into the den, settling herself on the now vacant couch. She grabbed the remote, flipped the TV on to cartoons, and watched Sabrina and Lance argue over what time it was. Every time Sabrina got up and tried to pull Lance off the floor, he held onto her hands and pulled her back down with him. If I didn't know any better, and if Sabrina wouldn't kill me for thinking this, Lauren thought. I'd think they were a couple. They sure as hell are flirting. She shook her head, then turned her attention to the cartoons.
Giggling when Justin walked into the den just on the edge of consciousness, she got up and made him a bowl of cereal. She normally didn't make him breakfast, but she felt sorry for him that he had to get up so early when he had stayed up so late the night before. She had to smile at his hair. It looked like a bomb had gone off, and Justin's hair had taken the brunt of the explosion. Each curl seemed determined to go a different way then the others. Oh, Nicole's gonna have some fun today, she thought, referring to the hair dresser who was always trying to talk Justin into 'weed-wacking' off a couple of inches of his mane.
Sabrina finally succeeded in getting Lance up, only to notice that the rest of the guys were conked out on the floor. Groaning and slumping her shoulders in anticipation of what lay before her, she proceeded in getting the rest of the guys up.
The were actually easier to get up then Lance, with the exception of Joey. He would rather pull her down on the floor with him and wrap his arms around her in an attempt to hit on her.
"Joseph Anthony Fatone, Jr., get your hands off me before I have to get nasty."
He grinned. "Oooh! You're finally catching on, girl! Kinky!"
Sabrina rolled her eyes, then slowly moved her knee to a position where she could put him in a world of hurt if she wanted to. "Don't make me use this. Get the message?"
He widened his eyes, quickly let go of her, rolled away and stood up. "Loud and clear. Now, I'm just gonna get ready."
She giggled. Works every time, she thought.
Chris bounced back into the den, already hyper from his shower. "Ready to go, hun?"
She rolled her eyes and groaned. "Chris, how many times do I have to tell you. Don't call me hun. I'm not Danielle."
"That's for sure," he mumbled under his breath.
She stood up and walked over to him, crossing her arms across her chest. At five feet ten, she wasn't that much taller then him, but when she was trying to make a point, she positively loomed over him. "And what's that supposed to mean? Humm?"
He whitened, the scrambled to save his hide. "I'm just saying that you two are totally different people. You're not Danielle, and she's not you!" When he saw that she wasn't buying it, he searched even more. "I mean, umm...uh... I love you?" He trembled slightly. When Sabrina was riled, there was no telling what she could do. He had learned that the hard way.
She giggled, passing him. "Just checking." She walked upstairs to the guest room and took her shower. About halfway through it, she heard a knock on the bathroom door. "You'd better have a good reason," she said. "And if it's Joey, don't even bother."
Lance poked his head in. "You decent?"
"Lance," she groaned. "You're supposed to ask that before you stick your head in. Yes, I am. Thank God for shower curtains."
He chuckled. "I wasn't even looking, Sabs. Honest."
"Sure, sure. What do you want, oh annoying one?"
"Well, then. I guess I won't tell you my secret, if you think I'm annoying."
She sighed. "Okay, Lance. I'll bite. What's your secret?"
"Be ready in a half an hour. You're coming with us to Jive."
"And that's supposed to be a good thing? Lance, I'll only be shoved aside by Jase, claiming that I 'shouldn't be in the public eye'."
"I've got a plan," was all he said, then shut the door.
She groaned "He's got a plan. Terrific. He's always got a plan. And they usually end in trouble." But her gut was telling her to go with him on this one. She wasn't sure why, but she felt like she should trust him. Trust him, she thought, smirking. He'd lead me right off a cliff if I trusted him too much. She shook her head, then resumed showering. Nagging at the back of her mind was Lance's plan. She didn't know what was going on, but she decided to play along, just out of curiosity. On the other hand, she thought. Last time I did that, I ended up with green hair.