Justin had been talking on his cell phone since they had gotten on the bus. It was now noon, and JC had just woken up from his nap. Just as he got out of his bunk, Justin closed his cell phoned and turned it off, tossing it onto the cushion beside him. What a great time, JC thought.

�Hey, Justin? You busy?� JC stood over him, sipping a glass of water. He shone in the sunlight and was still warm from the blankets he had wrapped himself up in.

�Nope. What�s up?� JC sat down next to his younger friend, and kicked Chris, who was sitting on the floor playing his Game Cube, by accident. Chris responded by pausing his game and turning around to punch JC in the leg. JC ignored him.

�Yeah, where are you going, Curly?� Chris asked, most of his attention back on his game. He was in the midst of beating the boss. It felt great to be winning.

�Nowhere.� Justin looked puzzled. �What?� He looked at JC, who was rubbing his creased forehead. �Huh?�

�I got us each 5 days off. And so you can go wherever you want.� JC was talking, but he curled up on the end of the sofa. If all went well, he could go back to sleep in a matter of minutes.

�Oh yeah? How�d you do that?� Justin was obviously not impressed.

�I asked Johnny if we could have a few days off and he said sure. Starting in 2 weeks, okay, J?� JC was almost back asleep already. He hadn�t needed to convince anyone.

�No. I don�t want to go on a trip.�

Okay, so he needed to convince Justin.

�Dude, we all need to get away from each other.�

He wasn�t gunna get his nap so easily.

�No we don�t, we�re fine.� Justin was always defiant, but this was just being bratty.

�You almost knocked Lance out the other day, and that�s doing fine?� JC had run out of patience. It was time for his nap dammit! �Fine, don�t go on a vacation. But we all are. So you�ll be on this bus by yourself.� That will get him for sure, JC thought. But before Justin could reply, Chris started speaking again.

�Yeah, Jup. Why don�t you go be on your girlfriend�s bus if you wanna stay on one so bad?� Chris had actually put down his controller�a sign that he wanted to be a part of the conversation.

�Fine.� Justin clicked open his phone. �I�ll go on your damn vacation.� Within two seconds, he was making arrangements with Britney.

And Chris was winning his game again.

And JC was sleeping on the end of the couch, a contented smile on his face.

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