Disclaimer:
Chris is my beta reader. You see, he told me everything I know. He also said "don't tell anyone" but then I started writing stories about everything he said. He was a little pissed at first, but now he's my beta. He's making sure I have everything accurately recorded, of course. Lance and Joey like to hang out in my shed, and someone needs to tell them to quiet their parties down, because the neighbors are starting to complain. Justin has taken my basketball hoop hostage. That boy needs to calm down, cause no one in my family is allowed to use it anymore, the brat. And JC just kind of wanders around muttering about turning my basement into a recording studio. Sometimes he betas too, but right now, he's in my pool. Five minutes from now...who knows where he'll be? We're all buddies.If you believed all of that I think you need some help.
In case you haven't figure out, RPS lives here. Don't disrupt its home. Or something. And if it bothers you for a logical reason, I'm really very harmless. Most of the time.
Seriously, though, I don't know or own *NSYNC. I don't claim to know or own *NSYNC. I have no desire to know or-- wait, never mind that last one.
No copyright infringement intended. If I knew the legal stuff I could possibly be doing, I'd say it, but as I don't, you're out of luck. Sorry. But if it appears I'm doing anything illegal, sorry. Not doing it on purpose. No hard feelings? Please don't sue me, as I have approximately $3.67 in my wallet at any given time (as in, now). That's my livelihood, people.
These stories are all the product of my own head (and what a scary, scary place that is), so please don't claim otherwise. And stealing is a bad, bad thing.
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