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Date Posted: 22:13:10 04/28/02 Sun No Way Out Chapter 2 JC rolled his crystal blue eyes in a full 360 degree circle as a small pain shot through his left wrist. Following it down to the source of the pain, Mia stood right in front of him with both hands clasped around it. He swayed in whatever direction she moved him whether it be backwards or forwards, but if there was one thing JC was absolutely sure about, he was not moving from his spot on the couch. Mia obviously thought otherwise while she fluttered her hazel colored eyes his way. If that didn't work she was going to have to use the puppy face. JC wasn't budging. "Jace, come on. Please?" Mia pleaded in the most childish voice she could possibly use. She was now pulling on him so much that he was the only thing holding her up. If he let go for whatever reason, Mia would go tumbling to the ground. That would not be good. Her body was basically shaped in a "C" at that moment. her upper body was slanted upwards, her lower body slanted towards the ground. Mia tried to glance behind her. She decided she was going to personally make an effort once JC got up to apologize to everybody who stood behind her. She didn't want them to see her ass in their faces. She looked back at her friend. He was in the same position, shaking his head very adamantly. "No. I am not moving. Not no way, not no how." he squealed, holding onto Mia with only one hand. He used the other hand to tease and torment her in every way he could before she would fall. He started by poking her right in the center of her toned stomach. She let out a small grunt, but overall was relatively unphased. She began to yank even harder. "Well if you're gonna be a brat could you at least start speaking correct English?" she whined, grunting every other word or so. JC laughed, but shook his head. He hated it when people corrected his grammar, but with Mia it was okay. He knew people who used double negatives drove her bonkers. Why do you think he did it? "What? Girl- how do you know I don't know any other language?" he inquired, now just trying to distract her. He went on to poke her right side, left side, and then her stomach once again. She grunted with each, but she never stopped pulling on him. Knowing another language didn't mean anything to her at that point. All she wanted was for him to know how to get on the dance floor. Her long black strands fell in front of her shoulders. "I'm pretty sure all you speak is English, I've never heard you speak anything else!" she retorted, her voice beginning to grow in volume the more her frustration peaked. JC couldn't help but laugh, all that was missing was the smoke pouring out of her ears. For the first time that night, he smiled an actual smile, and meant it. Mia still didn't let up on his wrist, but now it was really beginning to hurt. He thought of a way to get her off, he'd piss her off until she let go. "Mia, are you pissed?" He questioned teasingly, knowing the answer to that one. He just had to ask because he knew exactly what it was going to do to Mia. He was exactly right, too. First, she let up on his wrist, which was one thing he wanted her to do. Second, she changed her footing into the "Mia Stance", her hands propped up perfectly on her hips with one leg hanging out. JC watched as her eyes slowly narrowed down on him, but the smirk on her face stayed exactly the same. She sighed. "Me? Pissed? Why would you say that JC?" she started out by sweet-talking, her tone very sweet and sugarcoated. JC knew what was coming. Mia lurched forward, and slapped his upper forearm with one stinging motion of the back of her hand. The brief pain started where she hit him and traveled up his shoulder, sending a tingling sensation through his arm. He pretended to be injured and held his arm, "GET YOUR ASS UP AND DANCE WITH ME!!!" JC laughed even harder after she hit him and yelled at him. For some reason he loved it more than anything when she belittled him in front of hundreds of people. Slowly, he stood up from his sitting position, which he'd been in forever. Mia was ecstatic to see her friend rise until he was finally taller than she. That was how it should've been, that was how it always was. She started to walk off, but JC grabbed her hand and stopped her. She turned around, the irritation from JC's attitude obvious in her body language. A smile spread across his face, he was about to charm her. "Mia- j'aime tu. See, I do speak another language." he lamented, trying to sound professional in saying "I love you," in French. Mia, a college student who studied French all through high school, was not impressed. It wasn't even grammatically correct. Despite the fact that JC couldn't speak proper French, she smiled. It was cute of him to at least try. Somewhere between they're small dispute over French grammar, JC had managed to sit down again. She glared at him. "You little charmer, JC that was almost cute! I hate to burst your bubble, but it’s actually not j'aime tu. It’s je t'aime, but you know what? If you don't dance with me- like now, I'll be saying je ne t'aime pas pretty damn soon!" she warned, adding "ne" and "pas" to make the sentence negative. JC knew exactly what that meant. She'd given him multiple French lessons during some late nights on the bus travelling between cities. Thanks to Mia, JC knew how to tell somebody what kind of car he drove, how to ask where the bathroom was, and how to say Justin was a stupid dog. It actually came in handy one time at a fancy French restaurant, but Mia had to cover his ass when JC meant to say "I'm hungry," but pronounced it wrong. I'll explain more later; JC was humiliated. As far as the present moment was concerned, JC was nowhere near humiliated. In fact, he was actually beginning to have some fun. Torturing Mia was always something that was top on his list of things to do, and Mia knew that he loved doing it. She dare not mention that he was having fun, however. The minute she said anything about it she knew JC would catch himself and turn miserable again. Mia didn't want that to happen, so she tried to keep him busy until they got on the dance floor. If they got on the dance floor. Just as all hope was lost, JC slowly came to a stand once again. He removed the denim jacket he wore to guard his body from the cold and set it down behind him, revealing the tight blue t-shirt he wore underneath. The shirt, adorned with some sort of silver, sparkly label on the front was clearly a perfect fit for the star, either that or he was just to skinny. Or at least in Mia's opinion he was. He saw the smile spread on her face, and she got a firm grasp on his wrist once again. "Yay! You're up! Come on let's go!" she cheered gleefully, almost like a little kid. A look of frustration spread across her face for a second time when she realized she was pulling, but JC wasn't moving. She turned around, giving him the "Mia Stance" once again. There was a smirk spread across JC's face. "What?" she questioned. The smirk grew wider. "Whoever said I was getting up to dance with you?" he questioned. Mia shrugged, obviously lost, "C'mere you," With that, Mia began to squeal like a teenage fan as JC enveloped her in an embrace, took her down with him to the couch below, and tickled her mercilessly. ***** "Oh my gosh, I LOVE this song!! Joey, baby come on, you have to dance with me!" one of the dancers squealed giddily as the songs changed yet again. Lance watched with amusement as he watched Joey be whisked off to the dance floor. Soon he couldn't even see his friend amongst the tons of people who covered the club dance floor. He shook his head with a smile on his face, thinking the same thought that ran through his head almost everytime they all went clubbing. "That boy is going to wake up one morning and not know what the hell he did the night before. Its not like he's never done that before, but maybe next time he'll actually know who he is waking up next to." Lance whispered, cracking a joke to himself and laughing at it also. That was the good thing about a club. You could talk to yourself, yell at the top of your lungs, hell you could even fart if you wanted too, and nobody would know. Lance took full advantage of that figuring he was now alone. Not the farting, of course, but the talking to yourself. The twenty-two year old singer grasped his drink from the counter of the upstairs bar and leaned his back against the wall, watching the dance floor pulsate with the beats of the music. Lance was never really one to just dive in, he always enjoyed watching. If he was asked, or somehow found himself in the middle of the floor, however, he would go right along with it. Lance watched as a young girl with short blonde hair attempted to dance in a sparkly pink tube top. There was a guy on either side of her, and to him it appeared that they were a whole lot older than she was. He couldn't help but shake his head at that site. Over on his left, a young couple danced close together to the beat, arms around each other but dancing appropriately for that type of song. His hands were on her waist in a very gentleman-like way and his head rested on her shoulder. He followed her beat, and it looked like they were having a really good time together. Aside from the club-goers, Lance was also keeping an eye open for any of the other guys, or girls for that matter. As soon as the entire entourage had entered the club, everybody dispersed. Joey had just been whisked to the dance floor, and Chris was in the bathroom. He knew this only because they'd been hanging together up until two minutes ago. Joey and the backup dancer were soon in view again, and Lance smiled at the site. They were both having a blast. The dancer was the one who was really into the song, but Joey danced with her just the same as she dragged him along by the wrist. Lance continued to watch them. Once she'd finally found a spot on the floor she was content with, she halted right there and turned to face Joey. They began to dance just like they always did together on stage. It was nice to see. Lance let out a quick sigh, moistening his chapped lips but moving away when the smoke from the smoke machines came to close for comfort. Not only were those things a pain, but they made him sick the last time he'd inhaled it. He wasn't quite sure of who, but he knew he'd be killed by something or someone if he screwed up his voice then. He tucked his left hand deep into the lined pocket of his black leather jacket and held onto his drink, a glass of coke, with his right hand. Advancing closer and closer to the balcony area of the upper floor, he peered over the so-called fencing and down at the crowd below. From here he could see everything, the DJ spinning his records all the way on the far right, the bar area downstairs directly ahead of him, and the dance floor. Actually, the whole club was a dance floor, there was no set area to go shake it. Lance was pretty sure he could see Justin and Britney hanging out with the crowd over in the lounge, talking to people and dancing together just like the two always did when they went clubbing. So that was four. He knew where Joey was, he knew where Chris was, of course he knew where he was, and he'd just spotted Justin. He didn't know for sure, but Lance felt pretty confident that he could say wherever JC was, he was safe. He could guarantee all five of them were without security, but it didn't matter. When it came to nightclubs, security kept them safe without necessarily being glued to them the whole night. Basically, Lonnie and friends would just hang back, watching the club scene and chatting with the locals. If trouble broke out, they still hung back and let Club Security do their job. If a lot of trouble broke out, security would gather the guys, the dancers, the girlfriends, and the rest of the entourage and whisk them all out faster than one could even imagine. It had never happened before, but they were ready just incase. He continued to glance around at the tops of heads of both men and women down below. Neither JC or his girlfriend, Allie, could be seen. I'll get more into detail about Allie in a second. He glanced back over to where Justin and Britney had been just a minute ago, but even those two had now since moved. Lance shook his head, there was really no need to worry about JC the excessive amount he was. Or was there? At that point nobody could be certain for sure. Lance knew he could speak for almost everybody when he said JC just had not been himself lately. He'd just been weird, it was almost as if there was a different person inside JC's skin. All the guys had been worried, so of course Lance's instincts were normal. A small expression of relief came over Lance's face when he confidently concluded that JC was with his girlfriend. "Of course James, he's with Allie. He is always with Allie. Where else could he be?" Lance asked himself out loud once again. He cut himself short in the middle of his last sentence, resting his forearms down against the rail as he leaned down. He sighed, "Why am I talking to myself?" He wasn't expecting an answer, probably because that was a really stupid question. Why was he talking to himself? Because he was in a club and he could? Probably so. It was ridiculous now that he was even thinking about it, nevermind talking to himself. He tried to stop all trains of thought at that very second, but it didn't take long for another one to pop in his head. Looking out at the crowd one more time, no JC, no Allie. There was a really good chance that JC was with Allie, but then again there was a really good chance that JC wasn't with Allie. Allie was JC's girlfriend of about three months. How they met? None of the guys knew to tell the truth. JC claimed Allie was a "very good friend from the MMC days". Supposedly he'd met her one day when they were filming and they stayed in touch. It’s a long story, but one day Allie just popped up on tour and JC claimed she was his girlfriend. Its simple as that. If you were to ask anybody affiliated to the tour at that moment of what they thought of Allie, the opinions would be split down the middle. Half of the group thought she was great. The other half thought she was a bitch. Lance was on the other half. He and Allie had never really been on the best of terms. She thought he was a stuck-up wannabe rockstar. He thought she was a stuck-up wannabe diva. Mature, huh? The other people on the other half consisted of Justin, Chris, Melissa (dancer), and Lonnie. Nobody on the pro-half could see why they disliked her. Lance and Justin had the same reasons for their distaste, Melissa, Chris, and Lonnie just did not like her. Not only could she be a stuck-up brat at times, but there was just something about her that did not appeal to either one of them. Neither he or Justin could put his finger on it either; there was just something odd. Lance somehow managed to brush that aside at that moment and focus on JC and his whereabouts. Turning around, one possibly was diminished. He followed the tips of her black four-inch heels all the way up to the spaghetti straps of her sparkly blue dress. Her long blonde layers ran straight to her shoulder blades, and in Lance's opinion she was a little overdressed for this specific club. There at the bar sat Miss Prissy herself. Allie was ordering a drink as she locked her cell phone, flipping it up and placing it back in her bag. Lance looked on either side of her. Right, left, behind, in front. There was no sign of JC. ***** JC chuckled whole-heartedly as Mia rolled off of his lap and plopped down to the right of him. He'd only tickled her for a total of two seconds, but Mia still was not a happy camper. She ran her fingers through her long black layers and looked up at him. JC knew another slap was in store. "You brat!" she squeaked, whacking him on the arm once again with the back of her hand, just as JC had expected. He didn't respond; he couldn't respond. He continued to laugh, rubbing his arm to make the tingling go away. Mia was just to funny when she was pissed. He ran his fingers through his own hair, looking at her through his crystal blue eyes. She was the best, he had to smile. Mia kept a look of distaste on her face as much as she wanted to laugh. "That was funny, you fell right for it!" he chortled, wrapping his arms around his stomach as he began to laugh even more. He sat back, pulling his jacket out from underneath him. He'd sat right on it when he brought Mia down with him. She still just looked at him with no emotion on her face. She wanted to laugh and break character so badly, because in reality it really was funny, but now she just wanted to see how long she could hold it. As a diversion, she slapped him again, her bright hazel eyes burning through his of a different color. "You are such a dork." was all she managed to spat. Five seconds later she blew her cover, and bursted out laughing just as hard as her counterpart. JC nodded his head. "I know, but don't you love me?" he questioned. By this point they'd stopped laughing, the humor of it all was down to two simple smiles. Mia sighed, sitting back just like he was. She crossed her right leg over her left, and folded her arms down in her lap. "Do I love you? Can I plead the fifth?" she inquired once again, this time being sarcastic from every aspect. They laughed together and shared a great moment for about a minute, but Mia soon stood before him, hand outstretched and ready to take his, "Okay, well now that you've taken me down, horribly humiliated me in front of all these people, and made me sore for the next week, the least you can do is dance with me." The look on JC's face soon turned skeptical. "Eh...come on Mia," She sighed, and shook her head. Her right hand flew straight up in the air, coming to an abrupt halt to silence him. It worked. "Mia nothing. Come on and just dance with me, please?" she pleaded with her friend, at this point kneeling in front of him with both hands on his knees. JC looked up at her only to see her smile, "One song- two at the most. Come on you know how these techno remixes are! You owe me a dance anyways," she reminded him, her tone going from sweet and limber to stern and adamant. He pondered it for a second. She was right he did owe her a dance from a night on tour where he'd danced with a different dancer during Up Against The Wall. He shrugged, it couldn't hurt. Slowly coming to a standing position, Mia cheered with glee once again, this time getting a firm grip on his wrists so he couldn't tickle her. She waited for him to say the word. "Okay fine, but one song!" she nodded, speaking over her shoulder. "You got it!" Mia slowly lead JC out to the dance floor with both hands on each of his wrists. Once she'd found a spot, she dove right into the song and let the music take her away. It was a little hard for JC at first; the only thing he felt comfortable doing was standing there and bopping his head, but Mia wasn't going to let that fly. This he was sure of. However, minutes later JC soon caught on, and began to have just as much fun as Mia if not more. A smile spread across her face as her hips moved to the beat. She watched JC in front of him. "See, he's having fun. See how happy he is when he is not with Allie?" [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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