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***
"Ra-ra-ra-RICA!"
Veronica rolled her eyes. "Damn it, JC, say it
one more time, and
I'll sic Cree on you."
"Ooh, hurt me like I live for fishsticks!"
"What?"
"Hey, you guys, look what I found!" Justin came
into the room,
toting a bag overflowing with stuff.
"What did you find?" JC asked, peering into the
bag.
"Atlantis," Justin said, pulling the bag away from
JC. "No,
actually, I found a . . . drumroll, please! I found a
karaoke machine in the
dressing room!"
"Noooooooo!" Chris let out a long, agonizing
scream.
"Ha haaaaa YES!" Justin replied.
"We have BAD memories with karaoke machines,
remember?" Chris
arched his brow at Justin.
"I remember perfectly. Care to recreate?"
"Not unless I'm fall-on-my-ass drunk and sniffing
Cocaine."
"That can be arranged."
Chris stuck his tongue out.
"I wanna do it," Kelli spoke up.
Justin turned to her. "For real? We can do this,
girl, it'll be
fun."
"Let's do it!"
***
"Oh, my God, what is that god-awful sound?" Cat
asked, wrinkling
her nose as they walked around backstage.
"I have NO idea, but I don't wanna know,"
Christine proclaimed,
shaking her head.
"Wait . . . wait . . . it sounds like . . ."
"JUSTIN!"
Both girls started screaming at the top of their
lungs.
"MAKE IT STOP!" Cat yelled.
Catherine broke into a fit of giggles. "We're
evil."
"That we are, but we're so good at it."
And with that, the two girls headed in the
direction of the noise,
dancing around in the hallway.
***
'Illegal Pixy Stix. Come on, baby, make me
happy.'
Amber bent and sniffed a line, sitting back in her
chair, her face
emotionless. She leaned forward to sniff another line
and didn't
notice the door opening until it was too late.
She looked up at the brunette standing stunned in
front of her.
Questions covered his features.
"Amber . . . ?"
"Hi, JC," she whispered.
***
"Justin, I gotta talk to you."
Justin turned towards his friend. "Later?"
"I think now is a good time."
Justin shook his head. "I'm busy, Brittney gave
me PR work to do
and Haley should be here any second to whisk me off to
loooooove land.
We'll talk later."
"Justin, I . . ."
"JC! Later!"
JC sighed. "Fine. Later." He turned and left
the room, shaking
his head.
***
'JC, that little rat.' Amber watched as he exited
the dressing
room, shaking his head.
'I bet he told him. I fucking bet he told him.
God damn it.'
After JC had seen her, he had stood there for
about five seconds,
then run off with his tail stuck between his legs. He
hadn't talked, he
hadn't done anything. He stared at her, then ran.
Right to Justin.
Just to tell her favorite cousin that she was a
Cocaine freak.
Maybe this would do a little good. Maybe Justin
would know, and
maybe it would wake his ass up. Maybe he would start
to care again.
She reached back in her mind to the old days when
Justin was her
best friend. Back when they would jump in all the
wrapping paper left
over Christmas morning, and steal egg-nog once they
were old enough to
realize what egg-nog actually was.
She reached back to when they would bathe together
and play in the
sandbox.
Back when he would pick her up at two in the
morning and they would
speed off to some late-night diner and eat greasy food
and laugh for
hours.
Back when they were friends, when they spent time
together. When
they acted like family.
Now it was just a formality that Justin had to
spend time with her
and bring her on tour with him. Now it was just
tradition that he had
her tag along. It wasn't that he wanted her there.
It wasn't that he
cared if she was there. That was in the past.
Whoever said the past couldn't be brought back to
life?
***
