*******
A few days later...
�Don�t you think we should have at least called him? I mean, it was his vacation house��
�Yeah, yeah, we know Lance, and he�s going to be mad, but it just wouldn�t be helped. Johnny�s cutting our vacation short and we need to start thinking about the new album. Apparently that mini recording studio in the basement sealed the deal.�
�Justin�s right man. But I�m kinda worried about how he�ll react when he sees us sitting on his front stoop.�
�Chris, stoops don�t exist in California. You�re thinking of New York, but this is Malibu! And you know what Malibu means�fine lookin� ladies, tans, bikin-�
�Ok! I think we get the point Joe!�
�Oh you know you can�t wait��
�Yes I can! I hate women.�
�Justin, get over it. Just because Britney cheated on you doesn�t mean all girls are like that.�
�Well, I still don�t forgive her. Her and her kind.�
�Ok squirt, but when you meet your soul mate at the beach, don�t make me say I told you so.�
�Shut�up.�
*******
�Josh, wake yourself!�
"Mmmgrbhergermuff��
�Joshua! You promised you�d teach me more about recording today!�
He simply rolled over in his bed, greeting Margot with another low groan. She rolled her eyes and tried to wake him by shaking him roughly. When she released his arms, his breathing deepened again and she gave up.
�Fine, I�m going swimming��
JC mumbled incoherently to her as she exited his bedroom, and walked into her own. She quickly stripped of her pajamas and slipped on a dark blue bikini bathing suit. Grabbing a large towel on her way, she hurried down the stairs and walked out the back door. Immediately greeted with sweet salt in the air, warm sand beneath her feet, gulls and waves in her ears, and endless ocean ahead of her, she smiled contentedly. The calming blue water stretched in all directions and made Margot instantly fall in love with California. Dropping her towel in the sand, she walked to the cool surf and jumped in the water, feeling completely at home swimming in the frigid blanket.
Half an hour later*******
Ding-dong.
JC heard the doorbell ring just as he pulled on a plain white t-shirt.
�I wonder who that could be�� He wondered thoughtlessly as he descended the stairwell. Once at the door, he didn�t bother looking through the peephole and swung it wide open. His pale blue eyes widened when he saw the four men at his threshold.
�Hell�no��
�I told you guys he�d be mad��
�Shut up Lance!� Justin chided. The five men eyed each other as if they were total strangers until Chris stepped in front of the group.
�Way to greet your best friends, man.�
Walking towards them, JC engulfed them all in a bear hug. They all laughed, slightly relieved JC wasn�t as angry as he had seemed before.
�You guys know I�m glad to see you anytime, but why are you here?�
Chris looked at Joey, Joey looked at Justin and Justin looked at Lance who just shrugged. JC lifted an eyebrow, waiting for a real answer, not just a round of uneasy glances.
�Uh�� Joey cleared his throat. �Well, Johnny kind of cut our vacation short,� They all watched JC�s eyes get bigger. �And he also wants us to start thinking about the new album. So he sent us all here.� JC groaned inwardly, hoping not to hear what he knew would come out of Joey's mouth. �And we�re staying.� His eyes looked about ready to pop out of his head.
�You have got to be kidding me.�
�Unfortunately, no.� Chris muttered.
�Look JC, we all wanted to get the whole time to ourselves, but it just doesn�t work that way when you�re us.� Lance helped out.
He nodded. Being in *NSYNC was definitely hard work and he knew his friends were right, but that didn�t mean he was happy with the current situation. Now he�d have to share the beach house with four other guys, four other guys with reputations for being some of the messiest people on earth. Not to mention Marg-
Margot!
JC�s panicky eyes looked up, expecting to see the guys still there, but no one was in sight. His eyes grew frantic and he whipped his head around just in time to see his four best friends slowly approaching a small figure laying face down on the sand. A small figure that looked a lot like�
Oh dear.
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