| "Morning Justin." She looked over him, at his spot on her desk, where he had propped himself. "Morning, are we late?" He teased, eyeing her as she walked to her chair. "No, I had to meet with Johnny this morning." She took her seat, leaning her head against the head rest. "Uh oh, he yell at you?" Justin rubbed his hands against each other, ready for any gossip he would get. "No standard stuff, did you come in early?" She began filling out a form for the magazine the guys would be interviewed at next. "I wanted to come see you before I had to go to the studio." "Aww how sweet, what do you want?" She looked up at him for a brief moment then returned to her work. "I am shocked you would say such a thing. I really just wanted to see you." He leaned over to gain access to the paper she was writing on. "Ok, Justin. You better get down to the studio, you don't want to get in trouble." She looked up at him for response, then back to her work. "I don't get in trouble." Justin said confidently, seconds before JC bounded into the room, obviously mad. "I thought I'd find you here. You think you could come to the studio to get some work done?" JC rubbed his forehead in frustration, ready to strangle Justin. "Sorry, hey Bri, I'll stop by, your going to lunch with me." Justin informed, climbing off the desk. "Ok, come get me when you are ready." She called, watching him join JC in the doorway. "I'm sure he will." JC mumbled, loud enough for her to hear, then slammed the door once again on his way out. "So am I, he is actually civil." She called after him, certain he wouldn't be able to hear her, but wanting to relieve her frustration. A few hours later Justin bounded into the room, hopping onto her desk. "Ready for lunch?" Bright blue eyes shining, he looked down at her while she gathered her purse to join him for lunch. "What are we having?" She pulled the purse onto her shoulder, rounding the corner of the desk. "Cafeteria downstairs, sounds nice huh?" He teased, opening the door for her. "Oh yeah, muy bien." She slipped into her best Mexican accent, letting Justin lead her by the small of her back to the elevator. "What'll it be, sandwhich, salad, hamburger..?" Justin eyed all the food once they had reached the cafeteria. "I'm going to have salad, I skipped the gym yesterday." She pulled the salad into her grasp, waiting for Justin to make his selection. "You going to the gym tonight?" "Yeah." She grabbed a bottle of water, looking up at Justin, realizing he was nearly a foot taller than her. "Mind if I join you?" "Justin you can't go to a place like that, it's too public." She paid for her meal, then waited for Justin, and his input on where to sit. "Well, then you can just join me in my gym at home." He smiled, leading her to the table where the guys had already situated themselves. "That was sneaky." She slid into a chair between Lance, and an empty one she assumed Justin would take. "Yeah, I'm smooth like that." He rolled his neck playfully, glancing at Joey on his right. "You wish." She took a bite of her salad, glancing up at JC to see his expression. "But I'll join you, you already got to see my house." She took a sip of her water, glancing at Lance. "Bri, don't expect these guys to talk to you, they're eating." Justin waved his hand around the table, noticing her uneasiness. "Wow, it's like having a table full of my Dad." She turned to Justin, contimplating her next question. "Out with it." Justin ordered, knowing what she was wanting. "What do you do when you take them out?" She smiled, looking around the table, happy she had at least got some response from the other guys when they smiled. "So they are alive." "When'd you see her house?" Joey asked between bites. "Last night, our Bri here is quite the hostess." "I'm sure she is polite as can be." JC stood, giving the table a disgusted look, then left them. "You'll have to excuse him, he never picked up any manners." Lance yelled after him, patting the hand Brianne had on the table. "I should really be getting back, I have work that needs to be done." She grabbed her salad and water, leaving the table before any objections could be made. To her disappointment, JC was waiting for the only elevator she knew of, causing her to ride up with him. "If I had known you were leaving, I would have stayed." JC snarled, hitting the button for the elevator. "I'll wait for the next one if you'd like. I really wouldn't want to contaminate you on the ride up." She snapped back. "No, I'm sure I'll be okay." "Josh, look, I would really like it if we could at least keep the put downs to a minimum, I mean we don't even have to talk to each other." She shifted her wieght to the other foot, then looked up at him for response. "I'll try." JC peered down at her, thinking of relieving her of her salad. "Thanks." She looked down at her hands, as the elevator doors opened for them. She let JC enter the elevator first, then followed him in. "Brianne, how old are you?" "Twenty two, why?" She set her salad and water on the ground, relieving herself of the wieght for the short ride. "And what do you think of Justin?" He put his head to the side, feeling upset all of a sudden. "He is a very nice guy." She ran a hand through her hair, uncomfortable with the line of questioning. "Brianne. Can I talk to you later about something?" "Sure, if you are free now that will be fine." "Good." He ushered her out of the now open doors, and to her office. "What'd you need?" She stood infront of JC, although she would have been more comfortable at her desk. "I just wanted to talk to you like you do with Justin." He crossed his arms across his chest, taking a defensive stance. "OK, where are you from?" "The north, you?" She was disappointed with his vague answer when he had been the one who wanted to talk. "Here in Orlando." Thinking he was only uncomfortable, she tried to relax him. "How old are you?" "Twenty five." "Ok, your turn to ask a question." She took a few steps away from him, fearful of his response. JC took a few steps closer, backing her into the door, then put his hands on the wall, blocking her in. "You like younger guys?" His eyes pierced hers, telling her a million things at once. "Not particularly, I'd rather a man be older." She looked up at him, hoping he would leave soon. "Then what about Justin, you do know he's younger than you right?" "Yeah, I knew that, Justin and I are just friends." She ducked under his arms, quickening her pace to reach her desk. |
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