~At the Jive house~
"Brittany, talk to me! Come on!" Justin pounded on her bedroom floor that he was sitting on staring at her laying on her bed.
"You can't be mute forever, I know this is killing you." He pleaded with her. The guys had tried everything. Brittany refused to eat or talk or pretty much do anything. Justin was the one most worried. He had caused this and he was going to put an end to it.
"Brittany, I'm really sorry about all this. Please just talk to me. If I know what is wrong I could help you feel better."
"You want to know what is wrong?" Brittany spoke with her head looking at the wall away from Justin. "Maybe that one of my best friends hates me and I was put in the middle, and I was screwed no matter what." Justin was shocked at what she said. She was right. He had never thought about it that way before.
Here Brittany was, either way, one of her friends would have been mad at her. She shouldn't be the one that people were mad at. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and found out information she never asked for. If Justin did one thing right it would be to get Justine to forgive Brittany. Even if Justine hated him, he did something to deserve it, not her.
"Brittany, come on lets go somewhere, how about all the guys go to the amusement park with us? It would be really fun!" He picked her up off her bed. "And we could get you pizza, a really big piece. Doesn't that sound yummy?"
Brittany shook her head furiously no.
"Yes it does, I know I am hungry and I just ate." He laughed bringing Brittany into the downstairs for the first time since the fight.
"Guys, we are going to Bush Gardens today. And Brittany is coming along." He shouted as everyone came out of the kitchen to see what was going on.
"We are?" Chris said through a mouth full of rice.
"Yeah, I thought that..." He was cut off as the door whipped open.
"Lance, what the hell is wrong?" Justin asked worried, knowing it had to be something important, as he prayed to god it wasn't about Justine.
"I have something to tell all of you." He said catching his breath.
"You guys are never going to believe this! Justine...she is..." Lance tried to catch his breath.
"Justine what?" Justin panicked.
"She's going to college in LA...she is leaving."
"What do you mean she is leaving? I thought that she was staying in Orlando." Joey rubbed his head.
"Well she got accepted into UCLA and she said she has nothing holding her back here." Lance tried to tell the whole situation to the best of his ability. Brittany was on Justin's back and could feel it tense up.
"I can't believe she is leaving."
"Well believe it J." Chris walked up to him.
"Come on Brittany."
"Come on where?" Brittany started to panic not knowing where she was being taken.
"We are getting out of here."
"But I am fine right here, Justin, I will just go back to my room. I liked it up there." Brittany's voice became more faint as Justin walked farther away from the group with her still on his back.
"I think he handled it good." Chris shrugged.
"Oh yeah he just ran off with our stylist." JC contradicted.
"And Joey isn't even dressed, that means that he will look like he got dressed in the dark all day and we have to hang out with him." Lance complained.
~Inside the car~
"I know that a lot of girls would love to be held hostage by you, Justin, but unfortunately for you, I am not one of them." She spoke with her head leaned up against the window with the cold air from the air conditioning blowing on her.
"Where are we going anyway? I think I at least have a right to know."
Justin's head did not move to look at her. He didn't even acknowledge her question.
"All right I guess I will just put on some music." She looked around the car finding Justine's Meredith Edwards CD amongst all of his rap CDs.
Putting it in, she put on number four: Ready to Fall, her favorite song. As the first notes of the song came blaring through the speakers, Brittany was just getting ready to sing the first line when Justin's hand smacked the off button.
"OK, guess we aren't listening to Meredith." Brittany mumbled under her breath.
Justin didn't know what to do. The song only reminded him more of Justine and he couldn't take it anymore. He took a sharp turn causing Brittany to go crashing into her door.
"Jesus, Justin, learn to drive!" Brittany complained rubbing her arm where it had been hit on the handle to the door.
"Brittany, you are not helping the situation any right now." Justin spoke loudly.
"Correct me if I am wrong, but I do believe you are the one who dragged me with you against my protests."
Justin glared at her.
"Jeez, Justin, you are getting pretty good at pissing people off lately." Brittany's comment cut right into Justin.
"Britt, I'm sorry, I'm just really upset right now and I don't know what to do about Justine."
"Justin, she is a big girl. Let her go. I just think you should have thought about all of this when you were sleeping with Britney."
"Yeah, I realized that, Brittany. You don't think I know that I made a mistake? If I ever would have known that she was going to take it like this I never would have done it."
"You shouldn't have done it no matter what! I wouldn't touch her with a fifty-foot pole if it were up to me. And then you go and sleep with her? I don't think I want to touch you after that!" Brittany scooted at far as she could to her door.
"Britney isn't that bad, Brittany, and you know it." Justin was a little sad that Brittany said she didn't want to be near him.
"Yes she is! She's a skank. But I guess you can end the rumors right now are they real or fake?"
"Excuse me?" Justin asked confused by her question.
"Her boobs, are they real?"
"I don't know! And if I did, I wouldn't give that information out to the general public." His eyes were still wide from the question not expecting that to come from her mouth. But most of the stuff that was said by Brittany you didn't expect her to say.
"Since when is one person the general public, Justin?"
"It's not, but you will make it the general public's information when you take it to the papers."
"True, very true. Look, isn't that Justine over there with that huge-ass box?"
Justin looked in the direction that Brittany was pointing at.
"Um...yeah I think so. Should we help?"
"Yes, Justin, that would be mean if we didn't."
Justin pulled up to the front of the house, pulling to a slow halt. Justine watched them from the corner of her eye hoping they would just leave. When they looked like they weren't, she dropped her box, glared at them, and ran back to the house. Right before entering the house, she turned to flip them off, making sure they were watching.
"Maybe we should just go." Justin didn't know what else to say.
"Yeah, I don't think she wants our help. Maybe she has everything under control." Brittany laughed nervously. "Why don't we go home?"
Justin nodded and decided she was right.