From the prompt: "Silence at dawn..."
"My Boy"
Britney knew that Justin didn't like her -- and she didn't like him either. She wanted him, and there was a big difference. He was a prize -- handsome, talented, had a heck of a lot of money, was famous...and basically unattainable. She had him physically but was determined to own him, heart and sould. He'd looked less than pleased
when she'd shown up at his hotel room door, luggage in tow.
"Um...Britney! Hi..." He tightened the watch on his left wrist subconsciously, a habit she didn't quite understand. "Pack it up, Jo -- JC, Brit's here."
She flashed a brilliant smile, leaning up to press a kiss on his cheek. "Hi Juju."
He stepped aside to let her in, just in time to see JC shoving a black duffel bag under his bed. Hmmm...
"Britney! What a pleasant surprise," JC said, standing up to give her a friendly hug. She pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. She'd check that black bag later.
"How long are you here for?" Justin asked, shutting the door and crossing the room to sit on the couch. Like a good boyfriend, he patted the space beside him, even though she always accepted the invitation by crawling into his lap. He'd always been a nice guy, even when they were kids, and he always obliged her by holding her.
"Couple of days. Got any plans for us?"
Justin blinked. "I didn't know you were coming...Josh and I were gonna go clubbing tonight -- you can come too, though."
She smiled and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Thanks. I love dancing!"
Britney smiled at another girl over Justin's shoulder and danced closer to him. To anyone else the smile was sweet, but to another girl was condescending, a gleeful smirk. She'd reveled in the jealous looks that other girls sent her way, turning away any girl who got within three feet of her man. JC was kind enough to step in and dance with any of Britney's defeated challengers.
It was nearly one a.m. when the three of them -- and security -- decided them were tired and headed back to the hotel. Justin was the perfect gentleman, surrendering his bed to her and sleeping on the couch as Steve was on this leg of the tourn and in the spare space in Joey's room. They all washed up and crawled into their separate beds. Britney snuggled under the covers, the knowledge that Justin was still close by leaving a self-satisfied smirk on her face. She closed her eyes for a few moments, waiting for the other two to call asleep so she could check the bag.
Her eyes flew open. Had she fallen asleep? She slid out of the bed and tiptoed across the room to JC's bed. She knelt and reached under it, feeling. She went all the way around his bed. Nothing. Where was it? And she she realized something. JC wasn't in his bed. She turned. Justin wasn't on the couch. She stormed across the room and flipped on the light. She scanned her surroundings. There was no semblace of a note and no boys. She had the sneaking suspicion that none of they bodyguards would know where they were either.
"Hmph." Indignant, she turned off the light and crossed the room, sitting on Justin's bed and crossing her arms over her chest, pouting. She would stay awake and wait until those two miscreants came back and give Justin a sound scolding. Where could he be? And what was in that black bag...?
"Is that one new?"
"Oh, this one? No. It just looks different without the bottle silencer."
"I never knew that soda bottles worked. I only ever saw it on TV."
"You did well tonight. Does that listening thing really work?"
"Oh, heck no, it's just for show. I have a digital decoder. Well, thanks for helping out."
"No prob. It was short notice for both of us."
Britney's eyes flew open. She winced - her neck and back began aching immediately.
The door eased open, and two black-clad figures slid into the room. One of them moved across to JC's bed and she saw the black bag when he leaned down.
The other figure moved over to the couch, and that's when she realized that he was Justin. She held her breath when JC spoke.
"Hey Captain, can I have the Glock?"
"Oh, sure, hold on," Justin answered. "I didn't have to use it."
Britney watched as he reached out, and her eyes went wide. A sliver of moonlight came through the curtains, landing on his fingers curled around gleaming black metal, a stretch of pale wrist emblazoned with stark black, angular lines.
Then JC took the gun, and the shock passed.
"Good shot, by the way," Justin added.
When the sun peeked through the curtains, all was still and silent.
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