*Xtremjiggy* 7-16-2000 Sorry if you get twice! *** "HELLO!!" Amber's eyes widened and a smile spread across her face. She closed the door behind her and grinned. "Look who just got caught cheatin! Tisk, tisk, Justy, Haley would not like!" Justin looked from Brittney to Amber, back to Brittney and then to Amber again. "Amber, you can't . . ." "Would I?" Amber gave him an innocent face. "Yes." Her face lost all appearance of candidness. "I really should tell her since we're such good friends and all . . ." "Amber, please." Justin's face pleaded with her. "Please." "Who kissed who?" Brittney raised her hand. "Guilty as charged." "You seemed to enjoy it, Justy. Still got that cheatin' bone in ya, huh?" Justin's face clouded over. "What are you talking about?" "Don't think I forgot about Michelle and Katie." "Amber, that was a long time ago and . . ." "Once a cheater, always a cheater." Amber sighed and buffed her nails on her shirt. She looked up at her cousin's pleading face. "Yeah, fine, your secret's safe with me." "Oh, thank you!" Justin stumbled over to her and hugged her tightly. She closed her eyes, fighting back tears of remembrance. "No problem. I know you'd do the same for me." Justin pulled back and smiled. "Thanks, Amber. See you later, Brit." He turned and left the room. Amber looked at Brittney and an idea formulated in her head. "Brittney . . .. let's have a little chat." *** "Chris, I think we should um . . . go . . . now." Kelli tugged on Chris' arm. He looked at her. "What but the show just started!" She gave him a meaningful look. "I think we should go do that thing we were talking about earlier." She tried her best to get her message across to him. He gave her a confused look. Cat rolled her eyes. "Chris, Kelli wants to go fuck. So go do it." Christine laughed and slapped Cat five. "Thank you for that . . . tasteful interpretation, Cat," Kelli said. "Fuck you, too, bitch, go fuck Chris he needs it. And while you're at it, pull that stick out of his ass." Cat turned the volume up on the television. Kelli opened her mouth to speak, but Chris stopped her. "You go, I'll be right there." She looked at him and he gave her a meaningful look. "Yeah, ok." She got up off the couch and left the room, Chris looking after her. As soon as they were sure she was out of hearing range, Chris turned to the other two girls with an excited look on his face. "Do you think it's working?" he asked excitedly. Christine nodded. "Of course it is. She'll be off the tour in no time." Cat nodded. "No time. We should step it up a notch, anyways, however." Christine nodded. "Definitely." "You guys know why I'm doing this, right?" Chris asked, looking from girl-to-girl. Cat shook her head. "Don't need to know." "I think I should explain myself . . ." "Chris." Christine said, not looking away from the television. "We don't want to know. If you want to cheat on your girlfriend while you're on tour we have no problem . . ." "You think that's why I want her off?" Chris asked incredulously. Cat stared at him. "Of course, what other reason could you have?" Chris shook his head. "Nevermind. I'll see you girls later. Keep up the good work." "Sure thing!" Christine called after his retreating figure. Cat shook her head. "Cheaters." *** "Amber!" She turned to see JC jogging towards her. She rolled her eyes and waited for him with her arms crossed across her chest. "What?" she snapped. "I need to talk to you." "About?" He paused. 'Fuck it,' he thought. "About your Cocaine addiction." She laughed in his face. "I don't have a Cocaine addiction, honey." He stared at her for a minute. "I SAW you, Amber!" "Saw me what? Oh you mean in there earlier? That wasn't Cocaine!" JC looked skeptical. "Those were Pixy Stix. I snort them up my nose to get hyper. It's a bad habit, I know, but . . ." "Amber." She raised her eyes to his. "I know what you do. Justin may not believe me now, but he will. I'm going to expose you, you little crack whore." Amber stared him down. "I thought it was Cocaine," she replied easily, then turned and stalked down the hallway. JC shook his head. 'She's going down.' ***
