He kicked the controller toward the TV console in the lounge of the bus, furious that he had lost for the twenty-fifth time in a row. He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted with an �hmph�. Faintly, he heard a spout of giggles coming from the dining area. Intrigued, he got up to investigate.
JC was currently curled up in the booth, laptop perched atop his knees, and giggling like a schoolgirl. His eyes were watery and his cheeks were flushed.
�Jayce, what the hell is so funny?� asked Chris, plopping down in the opposite side of the booth.
JC took a few deep breaths to try and stifle his giggles and failed. For a few minutes he sat there giggling uncontrollably. Chris just sighed and put his chin in his hands. When JC got into one of his fits it was damn hard to stop. Normally Chris would be laughing at how ridiculous JC looked and sounded but he just couldn�t muster up the amusement.
Finally JC stopped giggling. He whipped his cheeks off and let out a breath. �Whoo boy, that was hilarious.�
Chris looked at JC, bemused, and repeated, �What�s so funny?�
�Oh man! It�s just. Cool. Gotta see it. Yes,� rambled JC, his eyes widening in excitement. He straightened up in his seat, typed a few things, and turned his laptop toward Chris.
�What�s that?� asked Chris. The desktop was completely empty except for a medium sized browser, currently black with a loading bar blinking.
JC bit his lip, smiling broadly, and giggled. �Just watch. It�s great!�
Chris turned his attention back to the computer just in time to see the black screen go away and be replaced with a purple hippo, completely still. Chris raised an eyebrow and looked at JC. JC waved his hands giddily and pointed to the screen, biting his lip to keep himself from bursting into another fit of giggles.
Chris looked back at the screen just in time to see the hippo start to shake, thrust, and dance against the air to the thong song. His eyebrows shot up to his hairline when they showed a close up shot of his behind revealing that the hippo was, indeed, wearing a thong. Correction, a pink thong. When the song ended and the hippo faded to black, Chris closed his eyes for a moment before looking back up at JC, who looked like he was about to burst from excitement.
�Well, didn�t you like it?� asked JC, frowning a bit.
�It was a hippo,� exclaimed Chris simply.
�Yeah! A dancing hippo!�
�In a thong,� retorted Chris, tonelessly.
JC frowned and pulled his laptop back. He placed it in his lap and held it close, as if protecting it from Chris� disapproving stare. �You just have no sense of humor. You may go now.�
Chris stared at JC, wide eyed. He shrugged, got up and trudged back towards the back lounge, but not without stopping at Justin�s bunk. He smacked at the curtain. �Hey, kid! Whatcha� doin� in there?�
�Nothin�,� came the muffled reply.
�Dude, are you jerkin� off in there?� asked Chris, hand poised by the curtain, ready to pull it open.
�No!� cried Justin. He pushed the curtain back to prove that he wasn�t. He was on his stomach and he too had a laptop perched in front of his eyes.
�Not you, too,� groaned Chris, rubbing his eyes. �Let me guess. A dancing Spiderman? No, wait, a porn musical?�
Justin looked at Chris, completely and utterly confused. �Did you forget to take your medicine? Cause you know what happened the last time.�
�Fuck you,� retorted Chris, his voice void of any malice.
�You wish,� snorted Justin. He turned back to his laptop and typed one last thing before lowering his window.
�Oh yes, I�m just lustin� for your sweet sweet ass,� deadpanned Chris. He threw an arm over his eyes and grabbed his crotch, thrusting lewdly at the air, screaming, �Oh Justin! God!�
�Shut up,� hissed Justin, crimson burning from his shirt collar to his ears.
Chris smirked. �So, really, what are you doin�?�
�It�s none of your business,� muttered Justin. He closed his laptop and swung out of the bunk and pushed the curtain back.
Chris looked at Justin closely, narrowing his eyes suspiciously, before lunging around him and making a grab for the laptop. Justin wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled. But Chris had a good grip on the computer and they fell onto the ground with a loud thud.
Justin groaned under Chris� weight and pushed at his back. �Fucker. Get off and give me my computer back.�
Chris bounced happily on Justin�s stomach, reveling at his groans of displeasure, and opened the laptop and opened the word document.
�Chris. Chris! Don�t, man. Don�t read that,� pleaded Justin.
�What? Are you afraid of me reading your stupid basketball book,� snorted Chris, rolling his eyes. His eyes darted from side to side and by the time he read half the page he came to the conclusion that this was definitely not about basketball. It was a fan fic. About them. �Justin.�
�Shut up, Chris,� he grumbled. He finally pushed Chris off of him and stood to his feet, snatching his laptop back.
�Justin.�
�Shut. Up,� hissed Justin.
�I can�t believe it, you�re writing a teeny story about us!� crowed Chris.
�It is NOT a teeny story,� retorted Justin, indignantly. �I just so happen to be one of the best fiction writers on the web, thankyouverymuch.�
�God, I�m on a bus full of freaks. I should ask to switch to Lance and Joey�s bus, I bet they�re doing something remotely normal right now.�
�Yeah, fucking,� replied Justin simply.
�Nooooo, Justin!� cried Chris, his face twisting up in disgust. �Dude, I so did not need that mental image. I�m completely fine with them as a couple but I really do not want to think of their homoerotic tendencies and I certainly don�t need my brain flashing me images of them doin� the nasty.�
Justin rolled his eyes and went to the front of the bus, leaving Chris right back where he started. Sighing, he picked up the controller and switched the game back on, determined not to loose for the twenty-sixth time. As he was naming his character he heard JC burst into another bout of giggles.
�Sheesh, and they say I�m the weird one,� he mumbled.