"One day, you will see... that this was all meant to be.." Justin sings under her breath, bouncing his pencil up and down some as he closes his eyes, imagining the notes almost. However as he heard his voice, heard the tune, and head what he had to say he only could shake his head in shame. "Or you could just fuck me."
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JC listens to Justin, scrunching his nose up as his fingers endlessly traveled over Raquel's bare arm, watching her as she did her best to read, her face pale from throwing up and being nauseous. She hated the bus but she needed to read this soon and even if it was killing her, she would.
"Crackers?" JC offers, his lips coming down and trailing over her ear. Raquel burps loudly, closing her eyes as she feels her stomach do a wave pretty much, any liquids in their were swirling in one way or another.
"God no." she says in a groan, closing her eyes momentarily as he backed off, scrunching his nose once again but this time in disgust.
"You going to do that often?" he asks as his fingers touch her cold skin more. She closes her eyes, sighing before biting her lip.
"Yep... for another three months."
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Birds chirp off somewhere but far from as loud as the roar of screaming fans outside the hotel. That was one thing everyone could have done without but the growing crowd of twenty to two hundred showed no sign of shutting up, even if Raquel had thrown water on them and screamed "shut the fuck up" since ten am.
Justin wouldn't have minded even so much if he hadn't forgotten to shut his curtain before going to take a shower. Though, safely covered in a white cotton towel, the girls practically broke the glass with their screams as he stood in front of the window, searching for his boxers in his night bag. His eyes only temporarily looked down at the horny pre-teens, a shy bashful smile coming to his face as he carefully waves with one hand, the other clutching only the knot in the towel that kept it up. He wasn't about to be on the cover of a tabloid naked.
JC had a worse outcome, having been called a god the previous night before going out drinking only to come back and aimlessly flirt with the girl, asking if she would like to show him how much of a god he was. Joey however along with a few hits from Raquel quickly got him out of that mood.
The other members had dealt with it all in their own ways, some just pretending to be dead when they heard their names, others mooning the crowd. However they did it though they managed to survive, thanking god when show time came and they sat together in the quiet room.
"She shouldn't be in here," Lance whines playfully as he points to the pale faced Raquel who laid on the couch with a bucket next to her and a towel over her shirt. JC shot a glare up, dismissing the man's statement as his hands stroked her damp head.
"She should go home," Joey says in a hushed whisper, his eyes not leaving the pages of the playboy that say opened on his lap, an actual article being read for once. Chris looked over at Joey, rolling his eyes some before look at Justin who sat concerned on the floor by the bucket, his hand squeezing Raquel's gently for comfort.
"Has she seen a doctor even?" Justin asks as he looks at JC, hiding any emotions of anger towards the lack of care his friend seemed to be getting. JC looks at Justin as if he is a moron, nodding his head some.
"Yes and I'm fine," Raquel chocks out before closing her eyes, curling in a ball some in pain.
"Liar," Joey says without looking up. Chris sighs and gets up, going to the door and peaks out the door, looking for someone to come in and help them out somehow.
"We're all gonna get sick because of her," Lance persist, looking on in fear and disgust at the sick girl. It wasn't that he didn't care, he simply was grossed by the sight of it all.
JC sighs, shaking his head at Lance as he leans over, kissing her forehead lightly, whispering to her. "Maybe you should see another doctor.."
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A tall blond walks down the back hall, lost and confused, in a daze over the fast pace of everyone around her as her pass dangles on a black cotton string around her neck. Her hand comes up, pushing a few stray blond hairs from her face as her blue eyes fall on the green opened door labeled "Quiet Room" with her targets head popping out. She dreaded what was coming, everything playing out in her brain for the best and worst. She wanted this to be perfect but the nervousness in her stomach was making it impossible.
"You," Chris calls out, waving a hand out to summon the girl. Her eyes widen however as she looks around her, seeing one else he could be referring to. She swallows hard, turning her attention to her and brings a hand up, pointing to herself in question. Chris rolls his eyes, "No the dumb blond behind you. Yes you, come here we need some help."
Shaunna swallows hard once again as she feels her mouth becoming dry. She stands their a second, lost in thoughts of how she already messed up before she feels someone nudge her from behind. A band member pushes past her, guitar in hand and on his way to the stage. She stumbles a bit but breaks from her thoughts, looking at the guitar player before walking over to Chris hesitantly.
"Yeah that's it, one foot after the other darlin. You're doing good," He teases, moving aside only to get her in the clothed room where a stench of illment quickly took over.
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