~The Next Morning~
Justine walked down the stairs from Brittany's room, hearing a loud commotion in the kitchen. Hearing her stomach growl, she decided that she needed something to eat anyways. Opening the door, she found Chris and Justin sitting at the kitchen table acting normal. "Strange," She mumbled to herself, not remembering the last time she saw them act normal. Justin continued to read the newspaper, and Chris was reading a J-14 issue.
"Justin, did you know that you are the number one hottie? Where am I?!" He looked around for his name.
"Really? No way!" Justin grabbed the magazine to look at his picture.
"Yeah, Chris, really! I really thought that you would have gotten choice female hottie!" Justin laughed tossing the magazine back to Chris.
"Hey, watch it!" Chris flipped through the magazine some more. Justin turned his attention to Justine, who was munching on a bagel, and saw her expression, deciding he better not push it. Instead of trying to talk to her, he found a sports article and busily started reading it.
"Oh My GOD!" Chris shouted out of the blue causing Justin and Justine to jump. "Every article they do about us, they mention Britney! J, did you know that you guys are living together in LA, and you guys were going to get matching heart tattoos on your asses with your names?" Chris slammed the magazine shut.
"Matching tattoos?! That's a good one!" Justine grabbed her bagel, jumped down off the counter, and started to walk down the hallway in search of Brittany. "Brittany?!" Justine called, barely above a whisper.
"Jeez, Justine, do you have to shout?" Kristin walked out of her room, dragging her feet and holding her pounding head.
"Um...ok? I wasn't, but whatever." Justine answered quiet confused. She looked over Kristin's shoulder into her room, seeing if Brittany was bothering her, but didn't spot her. "Wow! You look like shit! Are you staying home today?"
"Where were we going?" Kristin stared blankly at her.
"Well, Brittany had said something about going to Blizzard Beach. By the way, have you seen her? She is kind of missing in action at the moment."
"She was with JC last night. Why don't you check his room?" Kristin walked back into her room, crawling into bed, moaning.
"JC? Why would she be in his room?" She asked herself as she walked up the staircase, passing Brittany's and Joey's rooms, which were across from each other. Finally, she came to JC's and slowly knocked on the closed door. "Even if she was in there, there is no way they will hear me, and if they do, they aren't going to answer the door." She opened the door covering her eyes. Walking slowly, not knowing for sure what she was going to see, she padded her way toward the bed, or so she hoped, until she ran into something rock hard.
"You know, I do believe this is my room. Did you get lost?" JC's smooth voice startled her.
"Um...uh...no. I was um...looking for, uh...Brittany." She got out as she continued to cover her eyes. She had no clue what had gone on in that room. Nor did she want to know. But from what she could see, she thought that JC had shorts on, so that could be a good sign.
"Justine, what are you doing? Did Chris talk you into playing another one of his games he made up? Don't you remember what happened the last time?" He walked back over to the bed grabbing a dirty shirt off the floor on the way there. Slowly slipping it over his head, he glanced at Brittany, whom was still sleeping peacefully.
"No, Chris and I aren't playing that game, or another one again. But have you seen Brittany? I was told she was in here, and I didn't want to walk in on anything, so I covered my eyes." Justine continued to look at the ground. JC's laughed caused her to wonder what was going on.
"J, Britt's in here, but it's only because I hear you took her whole queen size bed up last night."
"Yeah, well I was tired." Justine blushed turning the same color as her bright red tank top she had on.
"Well, don't worry, you didn't interrupt any of the action. That was last night. I must have worn her out, because she is still sleeping."
"JC! I didn't need to know that. I thought that you were the conservative one, and now you go telling me about what you and my best friend are doing while I sleep in the room next to you." Justine let her hand leave her eyes, looking JC in the eyes with a panicked expression.
"Sweetie, I was just kidding. Nothing went on. We slept. That's it!" His laugh rang through the room causing Brittany to stir. Whack! JC was hit straight on with a pillow.
"Do you have to be so loud? Damn, I'm trying to sleep!" Brittany spoke with closed eyes, hoping to still be able to fall back asleep.
"No, that's what happens when you sleep in my bedroom. You have to put up with my talking." JC laid down right next to her, putting his face next to hers. Slowly, her sleepy green eyes opened, looking straight into his blue ones.
"Yeah, thanks for reminding me. I will put it on my never again list." She smiled. "Hey Justine." She knew she was in there already, being the main cause of all the commotion.
"Hey B."
"Thanks for waking me up! First you take my bed and my room, now my sleep! You know Joey stepped on me last night because I was trying to sleep on the floor after someone, I won't name names, took my bed." Justine's face dropped.
"He stepped on you?"
"Yeah! And I asked Justin if I could sleep in his bed. But he said no, and then I remembered what had been done in that bed. I won't be sitting on it for a while. Then JC was sweet enough to offer me this bed. I like this bed, I know what has been done on it." Brittany let the smile creep to her face knowing her friend's reaction.
"Brittany!" Justine whined as JC started to crack a smile. "I swear both of you guys! Brittany I could expect it from, but JC? He must be around you too much! You both give way to much info." She covered her eyes. "Just tell me when you guys get out of the bed. It must make you think sick thoughts. All I wanted to do was talk about Blizzard Beach!" She sighed walking out of the room.
"Well, I guess it's time for you to get up!" Brittany pushed JC up off the bed. "And time for me to go back to bed." She tried to roll back over, but was stopped by JC as he picked her up. "JC, down! Put me DOWN!" She yelled.
"Nope! Time for breakfast!" He carried her down the hall toward the staircase. "You know, Brittany, unless you want me to drop you down the stairs I would hold still." JC grabbed her legs.
"Drop her, drop her!" Chris chanted along with Justine, who was watching from the family room to the open staircase.
"No, don't drop her." Lance walked in the room freshly showered and dressed ready for rehearsal. "It would be a pain in the ass to clean up."
JC stepped off the last step and placed Brittany down carefully.
"I see I'm really loved here. Maybe I will just leave your sorry asses and let you dress yourselves. See where that gets you guys." Brittany crossed her arms, hurt.
"Brittany, we were only joking." Lance came up and hugged her.
"No you weren't! Lance you never joke about anything!" Brittany spoke as he put his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes.
"Brittany, I wouldn't want you to die. Neither would JC. He wouldn't have anyone to share his bed with at night. If you want me to show you how much we all love you, you can come to rehearsal with us and we will take care of you." Brittany shook her head.
"No that's ok. I have to go pick out ugly clothes for all of you." Brittany scampered off, skipping, as Justine followed, shaking her head.
"You guys, we're screwed." Justin laughed, coming up to them in his rehearsal clothes. "Don't you remember the time Brittany had to dress Britney when she was pissed at her? Do you remember what she went on stage wearing?" All the guys' eyes got wide, remembering the outfit.
"You don't think Brittany would... NO!" Joey stood up from his spot where he was sitting on the couch and turned off the TV.
"Brittany couldn't do that to us after everything." Chris shook his head.
"After what, Chris? After you told me to drop her down the stairs?"
"Good point, JC, thanks for pointing out the obvious for me there buddy." He patted JC's back.
"Come on guys, lets get to practice. Wade got there 5 minutes ago, and he will be pissed if we are late, yet again, this week." Lance shooed them along.