*** JC’s body leaned against the hard surface. The floor was cold. His body was trembling. He felt like he was going into convulsions. His heart raced wildly and he felt the chunks rise. ‘Please let me make it in’ he prayed to the white sculpture in front of his face but his body let go of the force that was holding the puke back. The throw-up covered the floor because of JC’s bad aim. The body fluid slithered onto Christine’s new black platforms and she cried in anger. “GOD JC!” Christine hollered, “Don’t you EVER drink anymore!” “Christine, c’mon let’s go clean this up.” Tiffany said taking a handful of paper towels. “Jase……PHEW!” Joey groaned at the smell, “Ugh, are, ugh, gonna, yuk, be ok?” “Yeah.” JC’s head left the white surface. “Alright, me and Alexia have to go.” Joey said. “Yeah I think I’m gonna split too.” Justin said biting his lip. “Ya’ll are just going to leave us like that?” Christine looked up at the crowd of friends that had piled into the bathroom. “Christine, we can’t stay here forever.” Tiffany said placing her arm around Christine. “But, JC, I don’t want to take care of him!” Christine whined. “Well deal with it.” Justin said to her. “Justin shut the fuck up, no one asked you!” Christine yelled at him. “Well grow up bitch!” Justin yelled back. “WILL YOU ALL SHUT UP?” JC managed to pull himself up for a moment but let his head fly back to the toilet. “JC…I” Christine started. “You know what, I’ll stay here with him until he feels better than Ill take him home!” Justin said walking over to JC. “Justin you’re a little tipsy.” Tiffany pointed out. “Nah, I’ll be okay.” Justin said. “Ugh, whatever, he better be home soon Justin.” Christine threatened. “Christine, go home!” Justin demanded. “Hey, Tiff, do you want to come over?” Lance had pulled her aside and asked her. “And do?” Tiffany asked. “Hang out.” Lance said plainly. “Okay, let me tell everyone were leaving.” Tiffany said then walking back towards the group of people. *** Tiffany crawled in the car with Lance and waited patiently. She was nervous. She hadn’t really been trusting guys and she felt a little uneasy about leaving to go to Lance’s house, but she felt okay with him. She felt safe, so hoped her feeling were right. “Want to listen to music?” Lance asked. “Ugh, sure.” She smiled. “What station?” Lance asked. “I don’t know, I don’t know the radio very well.” Tiffany shrugged. “Oh okay, well I’m a country buff so unless you want to listen to some Garth Brookes and suggest you mention something.” Lance said. “Oh, well in that case, “ Tiffany laughed, she reached into her purse and pulled out a tape, “It’s a mix of my favorite songs.” Lance popped the tape into his tape player and the song “One in a Million” ran through the car. Tiffany’s body moved, but only made small movements. Lance kept his attention to the road trying to hard to break his concentration and crash the two. “So what do you want to do when we get to my house?” Lance asked. “I don’t know, I figured you knew what you wanted to do.” Tiffany said. “Want to go swimming, my pool is heated you know.” Lance offered. “Um, I don’t have my bathing suit.” Tiffany said. “Oh, yeah, well were does Angela live?” Lance asked. “Up a little more.” Tiffany said pointing in the direction Angela’s apartment was. “Well we’ll just have to make a quick stop.” Lance said. *** Justin dragged JC out of the club slowly. HE handed the valet boy his ticket and the young man went and grabbed Justin’s car. Justin laid JC down in the back and Justin climbed into the front. He was tired and they were right he was woozy. He started the car and drove out of the club. He drove down the curvy street trying profusely to stay alert but his were not agreeing. He heard JC make a noise and looked back at his friend whom was buckling his seat belt. JC’s eye met Justin’s then focused forward. “JUSTIN!” JC yelled. Justin turned his head and a last view of the tree. *** Christine threw her keys onto the counter. Her body ached because of the twists and turns she forced herself to do. She walked through the room and sat down on the huge white couch. Her body sunk into the couch and she slowly closed her eyes. Her eyes then popped open. She got up from where she was and walked over to the bedroom. She popped open a drawer and picked up a little baggie of cocaine. She smiled then split the coke into four lines. She grabbed a straw and sniffed up all four. She tilted her head back a little and fiddled with her nose. She then let her attention move to the mirror above the bed. Something JC got her for her birthday. It was something Christine always wanted. So she could watch her and her man have sex. She lied down on the bed and looked up into the mirror. Her face was pale and her hair was messy. She felt her eyes begin to fall. ‘Stop! Coke is supposed to make you stay awake!’ she told herself. Her eyes opened and she moved slowly to the dresser. She pulled out a purple tube top. She took her shirt, pants, and shoes off. She then slipped the tube top on and then climbed up from her warm spot on the floor. She walked back to the living room when the phone rang throughout the house. She ran to the phone and picked it up. “Hello?” She asked. “Hello Miss Christensen?” The deep voice rang from the other end. “Yes?” She asked. “I am calling to let you know your boyfriend Josh Chasez has been in a automobile wreck.” He informed her. “What?” She felt her knees get weak. “Yes he and Justin Timberlake are at LA General. Justin also asked if you would call Lance and tell him about JC and him. I suggest you come here a soon as possible.” The doctor said to her. “Uh, yeah thank you doctor.” She said hanging up the phone. She whipped the tear off her cheek and grabbed JC’s phone book. ***
