Chapter 6
After they had run around for a bit they settled down on the extremely comfortable chairs in Justin's living room.

"What are we gonna do?" JC asked, he was lying in Eminem's arms.

"Er, you wanna watch a movie?" Justin asked.

"Sure, what'cha got?"

Justin looked through his movie collection, "I'm guessing romantic is out the window?" After he got a collective yes he looked some more, "Well then we have comedy, action, thriller or horror."

"You can throw horror out the window too J, I'm not getting the shit scared out of me after what happened." JC said.

Lance sighed and got up, "I'll find a video suitable for you C," Lance ruffled his curls, "PG is about your age right C."

Everyone laughed as JC kicked him, "Ass, I don't care what it is as long as I won't have a heart attack watching it."

Lance grinned and put on a horrendous New York accent, "Ok doll, I'll be your hero and find suitable entertainment." Lance frowned at the look on JC's face, "What?"

JC couldn't hold his laughter in for much longer especially seeing that face Lance was pulling, he burst out laughing and he could feel Eminem chuckling into his hair, "Oh my Gosh! Don't ever try and do that accent again. Ever."

Justin peeked his head out of his cabinet, "Hey C, who needs a film when you've got entertainment like that?"

Lance pouted, "Fine, it's just as bad as your fake southern accent."

"Hey, Jace has a perfect southern accent." Joey protested.

Justin began laughing and Lance looked at JC with victory in his eyes, "Tell 'em C."

JC blushed and mumbled something that sounded like, "Yenz n yuszi tut me."

"What? Can you say that in english this time?" Chris asked.

"Lance taught me and Justin helped when he walked in on us." JC explained.

"Thank you." Lance said with a very self satisfied smile.

JC grinned at Lance, "Hey Joey you should teach Lance, 'cause if he used that accent," JC put on his southern accent, "He'd be laughed outta town."

The others laughed and Lance pouted, "Touche."

JC smiled sweetly, "Hey, I sounded terrible and you got me sounding like a pro, now go find us something to watch so we can stop bugging you."

Lance grinned, "Ok."

"Hey C remember the fight me and Lance had over how he was getting you to sound like you were from Mississippi."

"And you wanted me to sound like I was from Tennessee." JC said in a perfect Tennessee accent.

Justin's mouth dropped open in shock, "You can speak like me?"

"Yes, I just chose to speak like Lance."

Lance giggled and Justin asked him accusingly, "You knew?"

Lance rolled his eyes, "Of course I knew! After you stopped yelling at me and stormed out the room Josh turned to me and said, 'Now that boy needs some therapy, think good ol Chris'll do it for free' and it was perfect I thought he sounded exactly like you."

Joey and Chris laughed at what Lance had let out.

Justin's eyes widened, "You said you thought I should have therapy."

"It was a joke J!" JC defended himself.

"I'm hurt." Justin pouted for effect.

"Put that lip away you big fake! I have known you for 10 years, that lip don't work no more on me."

"I don't need therapy." Justin kept pouting.

Chris laughed, "Right now you do! Your acting like a spoilt brat. A child."

"Thank you Mr Shrink." Justin rolled his eyes.

"I found one." Lance shouted to stop a war over Justin breaking out. He didn't need the headache.

JC smiled gratefully at Lance, "What did you find."

"One of your favorites," Lance showed them it, "CSI."

JC smiled excited, "Thank you, put it in."

Lance put it in and it started, the first episode was the 'pilot'.

Justin walked over to JC and kissed him on the cheek, "I know you didn't mean it, sorry I got upset."

JC smiled, "It's cool." As Justin began walking away JC called him, "J?"

Justin looked behind him at JC, "Yeah?"

"I did mean it." JC said then grinned at Justin.

"Freak."

"Super freak."

"Up the ladder..."

"...Down the drain."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Joey asked confused.

JC and Justin began giggling, especially at their confusion.

"You're the ones who need therapy." Joey said shaking his head at the laughing pair, "You two have known eachother for way too long."

"Joey what the hell? You've known JC longer then me." Justin says confused.

"Yeah but you know him better and we've never been as tight as you two." Joey explained.

"Will you guys shut your holes so I can watch my guys be gorgeous and solve crimes?" JC said.

"Is that why you like this show, so you can look at the guys?" Eminem asks.

"Erm yes and no. They're gorgeous and thats a bonus but the way they can see things others can't is totally cool. And I love their gadgets." JC adds wistfully, "I'd loved to be on this show."

"So be on it." Lance says.

"What?" JC asked.

"Joshua you are not some 13 year old kid wishing he could be on his favorite show, you can atually do it."

"How?"

"I don't know, call up Jerry Bruckheimer and ask him."

"I'll think about it." JC said and layed back watching while thinking [[Could I be on it? God I hope so]]
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