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Date Posted: 20:41:44 02/07/02 Thu Sorry for clogging up the MB with all my crap...LOL I so didn't mean 2 do that. Here's my new story, believe me it will get better. This is just the start. Lemme know if y'all like it cuz there is more. TTYL. Gina PS- I was nominated! No Way Out Prologue "Come on Sleepyhead, time to wake up," JC groaned with frustration as the lights in the room were switched on quite abruptly, flooding his crystal blue eyes with an uncomfortable beam of bright light. He rolled over in the plush hotel bed and tried to open his eyes. JC despised mornings, but the weird thing about this was this wasn't a morning. It was six o'clock in the evening. The twenty-five year old popstar took his right arm and used it as a blindfold, draping it over both of his eyes to shield himself from the light. Even if it wasn't morning, he hated the whole concept of waking up all together. To put it in his words, it sucked. He was reminded of this again when the lights were followed by voices. Lots of voices, lots of loud, annoying, familiar voices. JC thought for a second, knowing that he would only care about these voices if they were saying important things. He listened selectively for a few more seconds, and then concluded that nothing they were saying was important. It was the same loud, annoying, stupid comments he always heard when he was trying to sleep. He hated it. Frustrated, he grasped his only pillow with both hands, lifted it up along with his head, and slammed it back down. When he slammed it back down, his head was underneath it. He particularly tried to cover his ears, but it didn't work. The same annoying voices were still there. He groaned for a second time, only this time it was a little quieter. "Go away," he mumbled, his scratchy voice hardly audible. Nobody heard him, and he was quite thankful for this. If they had, they would've made it even harder on him and JC would have to add a few more notable names to his already lengthy hit list. That wouldn't have been cool. He switched his head over from the right to the left, where at least it was a little darker. In this case, less was more. He listened closely yet again as he thought he heard a lull in the action. The voices had quieted down which was definetly a good thing. JC kept listening, and began to count the seconds the silence stuck. "One, two, three, four, five, they're not here!" he thought to himself, pumping his fists into the air in his head, almost victorious in that he could go back to sleep. His inner monologue laughed at him. He'd spoken, or thought, to soon. "JaaaaaaaaaaaayCeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," a familiar voice spoke, stretching out his name as if it would never end. The intonation in her voice when up, then down again as she sang his name. He felt the matress contour to something as it slightly dipped to the right of his leg. He groaned again. "Nooo, what do you want?" he grumbled, giving up and placing his head back on top of the pillow. He pried his eyes open just in time to see a small figure of sorts climb onto his back. He felt his stomach sink into the mattress with the added pressure, but welcomed it as she sat on the sore spots. "Time to wake up Sleeping Beauty," the voice teased, curling a few strands of his long brown hair around her fingers and lightly tickling the back of his neck. He flinched at the feeling of her cold fingers, that combined with the small shiver sent up his spine thanks to her tickling. If this were anybody else, they'd more than likely have been killed by then, but JC made an exception in this case. He made an exception in every case when she was the one torturing him relentlessly. Protective of his hair, he ran his fingers through the unruly mess, feeling for one of her handmade curls. Once he'd found one, he persisted in undoing it. "Sleeping Beauty? Do I look like a Disney character who looks like a Barbie doll to you?" he inquired, curious as to what she was getting at in calling him that. Mia bounced up and down a few times, making him wince at the discomfort. She got off of his back to be nice, and the next thing he knew JC was face-to-face with the backup dancer who was a mere three years his junior. To put it into plain English: she was Lance's age. As usual, her smiling face met his sleepy one, but she didn't let up one bit in teasing him. She had to answer his question. "Thank God no, but I know you can sing soprano like she does, or at least when- nevermind." she spat, nailing not only the one-liner but the joke the one-liner contained. The whole hotel room erupted into a fit of laughter, thus letting her know she'd nailed it. JC shook his head, trying to play it off like it was stupid. He gave her a look with his eyes that said, "Oh whatever, that was juvenile." He followed that with a role of his clear blue crystals. "Sometimes you just make the most off-beat comments Mia, I swear." he lamented, groaning for a charming third time and switching his head back over to face the left again. Mia nodded her head, pursing her lips together in a look of sympathy as she scooted closer, the purple sequins on her form-fitting tank shimmering off of the light. "Oh I'm sure I do it was funny and you know it, now would you move your ass and get up?!?!" she growled, hopping on his shoulders this time. "Mia, I will pay you if you go away. Please?" he pleaded, the sound of sincerity in his voice a little odd. He sounded like he really did just want to sleep, and not just wake up and leave to go clubbing with the others. Mia paused for a second, but then resumed, pouncing on his shoulders mercilessly. He grunted with each bounce. "No. JC please? Pretty please? Pretty please with cherries on top? And whip cream and chocolate syrup?? We can't leave until you get ready!" she squealed, turning over on to her back and sitting up. The twenty-two year old dancer watched as he shifted his head back to the right and glared at her with one eye. She smiled. "Get ready to go where? M- its early if you haven't noticed." Mia clamped both hands over her mouth, trying not to laugh. "Early? JC- sweetiepie? Its six o'clock at night. Time to wake up." she informed him, not of the news he wanted to hear. He gave her a look of confusion, and Mia simply pointed at her watch to justify what she'd just said. He raised his right wrist to eye level simply to make sure Mia wasn't lying and saw she spoke the truth. It was six o'clock on the dot. There were sometimes he loved her to pieces, and others where he hated her guts. This was a time where he hated her guts, in a loving way of course. "Ooh okay you got me, we're going clubbing again I imagine?" he predicted, sliding his arms up next to his shoulders to push himself up out of bed. Judging by the looks on everybody's faces, and the way everybody else was dressed, he guessed he was right. Mia nodded her head as she tugged on the ends of her ponytail. She began to crawl off the full sized bed and back next to Justin, where she'd been before waking him up. He yawned, stretching both arms high above his head. Mia licked her now chapped lips and turned around, motioning towards the door. "You guys go ahead down, I'll watch Sleepy Spice here and make sure he doesn't go back to sleep." she ordered, placing one hand on Justin's shoulder and another on Joey's back to lead the rest of the group out the door. Mia was sure to shut the door behind him. Fourty songs on the radio, the quickest shower ever, and fifteen minutes later, JC was out of his plain white t-shirt and basketball shorts and into club attire, a black tank top, faded Diesel jeans and a matching denim jacket. By Mia's standards, he was ready to go. He sighed. "Alrighty, are we ready to go now?" he questioned, obviously irritated by all of Mia's nitpicking. She nodded, hesitant at first, but nodded. "Yeah- wait hold on a second. Stand up." He stood. Mia straighted out his jacket, brushed off a piece of fuzz, and nodded, "Okay, now we're ready." In a hurried fashion, Mia grabbed her purse, straightened out a small crease in her jeans, and slipped her leather jacket on with no problem. Instead of being old-fashioned, she reached for the door instead of him. He couldn't help but smile. "You're the best Mia." he told her, walking past her out into the hall. Mia nodded her head, making sure the door was entirely shut before leaving on his arm as her escort. "I know, you've gotta love me." JC nodded, but he had a counterpoint as they reached the elevator. This time he hit the button, not her. "That I do, but Mia why do we have to go clubbing? Couldn't we just- I dunno skip a night?" he whined, sounding like a baby as the elevator doors opened. He was sure to let her go first. She sighed, leaning against the corner of the machine. "No, we couldn't. Honestly, JC I don't know what has been up with you lately. You used to adore going clubbing! Or at least at the start of the tour you did. Do you think you could just relax tonight? Who knows- maybe you'll have some fun. Lord knows you haven't had any of that in a long time." she sneered. He glared at her and shook his head, he didn't want to bicker any more than she did. "Very funny Carlson," he snapped, calling her by her last name which she hated, "Whatever, I don't feel like arguing. Who knows what'll happen tonight, not like it'll be any different from the last gazillion nights we've gone out." he concluded. Mia smiled. "Nice to see your so positive about it." JC was right. Who knew? He wasn't psychic, but oh was he wrong in saying it wouldn't be different, because indeed, it would. No Way Out Chapter 1 JC was still half-sleeping when the elevator came to a halt at the bottom floor of the hotel. He leaned against the wall in the corner of the machine, and he hardly noticed what was going on when the doors split apart. Mia stepped out without even bothering to make sure he was coming, but that was exactly what he wanted. He was kind of hopeful that Mia wouldn't notice he wasn't there until they'd left, but there was no such luck for that. JC really didn't see what the big deal was, he just did not want to go clubbing. The others obviously had a really hard time trying to understand. He stood in the same position he was in when the elevator was going down and watched Mia walk away. He wondered how long it would take before she noticed he was staying behind. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Si- "JC!!" a familiar voice screeched from the front with one hand on the door handle. Busted. Mia whirled around to see him poised against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. It urked her to see him like that, so stoic and so sarcastic. She vowed to kick his ass later, something she had full capability of. If she'd done it once before in the middle of a show she could do it again. From inside the elevator, the sounds of her heels against the tiled floor were even louder. He couldn't help but cringe at the sound. "Mia," he bellowed her name, whining like a child as Mia scooped her right arm underneath his left. She shook her head and sighed, forcing him out and dragging him at times. She had a feeling the people at the concierge desk were laughing at them at that moment, but honestly she didn't care. "Oh don't you even start whining like a little brat. You're JC Chasez, not Aaron Carter, will you start acting like it?" she taunted, turning around to face him with one hand back on the door handle. JC rolled his eyes, ***** The already building crowd began to cheer as one loud song turned into the next. From where Kate stood, every song sounded the same so she never really saw the big deal whenever the rowdy club-goers would do that. To her, it was just music. She ran her fingers through her long blonde strands that stretched past her shoulders to the small of her back and stretched her arms high above her head, standing on her tiptoes to feel the full effect. The night was young. She wanted to be prepared to move in the beige boots on her feet with the five-inch heel. It was a Friday night, and Friday nights were always known to get a little crazy. The twenty-three year old looked directly in front of her to see her friend and coworker Anna doing the same thing. Anna’s smooth brown layers came sweeping down in her face as she bent over with her legs straight, her hands coming down to the ground flat. Kate watched as Anna slowly rolled her way up, starting with her stomach and worked her way up. They looked at each other when they were both done. Anna mixed a shrug with a smile. “Hey, its better to be ready, right?” she questioned. Kate nodded her head. “Sure is, it’s going to be a crazy night up in this place.” Anna nodded her head, bending over once more, but this time only to get some glasses out from below to be armed a ready. Kate sighed, leaning up against the counter with her hands. She looked out to examine the crowd. To a new person in the club, Hot Spot would already be considered packed. However, through seasoned club-goers and employees such as Kate and Anna’s eyes, it was almost quiet. Anna proceeded to fill the glasses with ice while Kate bounced her head to the music. “How’s the crowd looking so far?” she questioned from down below, leaving a few glasses free of ice for those who wouldn’t want. Kate’s brown eyes peered over the club once more. From where the bar was positioned in the club, there was a clear view of both the lower floor and the upper floor balcony. There was a bar located on the upper floor too, but it wasn’t nearly as big as the one Kate and Anna worked. Along with their manager, Lindsey, the three of them kept the bar downstairs in mint condition. Two other girls ran the bar upstairs, and they did take good care of it. The bar upstairs was just smaller with less of a selection. Besides, the two girls upstairs didn’t have the view Kate and Anna did. The upstairs bar was tucked away in the corner. Kate panned right, left, then right again before coming up with a synopsis. “Not bad. Pretty quiet. Its only ten-thirty Anna, its early yet. You’re already preparing for the one o’clock rush. That’s two and a half hours from now.” She taunted, teasing Anna for her determination and drive every Friday night. The one o’clock rush was a time period from one to four every morning when business was normally at its peak. That was only Monday through Thursday. On Fridays, it was still called the one o’clock rush, but some had already dubbed it “Coyote Ugly Time”. They were not the kind of bartenders who danced on counters and sprayed someone for ordering water, it was just the rush kicked up a few notches. Kate loved it. Anna, on the other hand, hated it. “Oh Kate please, don’t even start,” she warned, “I hate the rush, and I especially hate the rush on Friday nights. Friday just happens to be tonight, oh joy.” She could hear the distaste in her voice it was so strong. Kate could understand hating it every once in a while. There were always some nights where she wished it could just be dead, but she never understood why Anna hated it year round. “You know, I will never understand it for the life of me why you hate the rush so much, I personally love it.” She explained, tugging on the ends of her studded blue and white crop top. The top was sleeveless, but came with two smaller, unattached sleeves just big enough to cover the lower arm. One was dark blue, the other was white, and in the middle of the top in bright studs was the word “Rock”. The sleeves also had zippers cut right in the middle. Mixed in with her long dirty blonde hair and natural features she had the pop-star look down. Anna huffed from down below, pulling herself up with her arms and dusting off her already faded denim jeans laced with gold sparkles. She herself examined the crowd, then turned back to face Kate. “I know you do Kate, and believe me that is a good thing. I guess its just something about the crowds and stuff, it just gets to me”. She explained, shrugging innocently in defense of her point. Kate nodded. Anna never really elaborated on why she hated it, but Kate knew that she was going to find out one day. Running her fingers through her hair one more time, she looked out at the crowd. A familiar face was coming her way. She waved to the person once she realized he was a good friend from school. He wasn’t a frequent visitor to The Spot, but she’d seen him around once or twice. “Hey John!” she greeted her friend, yelling loudly to be heard over the smoke and the music. John smiled and waved with his free hand, the other hand occupied by a drink. He made his way over to the bar as the bright strobe lights and laser beams accented his features nicely. John was never cute, good-looking maybe, but never cute. His sandy blonde hair was styled similar to Jimmy Fallon’s, and a few strands had managed to find their way into his face. He brushed them aside with his hand and tucked them behind his ear. “What’s up Kate?” he returned the favor, tilting his head upwards to greet her as if he had a crick in his neck. Kate cleared her throat, adjusting her footing. She could only stand in one position for so long in those boots. She pushed back on the counter, holding on with her hands and pushed her entire back in the same direction. Feeling the sore muscles pull, she bent down and stretched her arms, then came back up. “Not much, you?” “Same. You’re working I see.” “You bet. You just here having a good time?” she inquired. He nodded, as a young girl came to his right side, scooping her arm under his and whisking him away, “Alright, don’t party to hard!” Kate smiled, watching him walk away with a friendly wave. If John was anything like the John she knew in high school, not much had changed. He was always into the younger girls. The girl on his arm just then looked not a day older than twenty. He enjoyed “rocking the cradle” as she loved to say. She turned around with a wide smile on her face, chuckling to herself and shaking her head. “That is so illegal what he is doing. Funny stuff,” she whispered to herself, tucking her hands in her pockets, which was an initial surprise. She’d gone through hell and back to find a pair of jeans that fit and she could move around in. For once, she could actually get her hands in the pockets! It was a miracle. In fact, she was so busy focusing on her jeans and John’s little sister turned date she barely even noticed Anna slipping in and grabbing her by the forearm. Kate whirled around with the force just like Anna wanted her to. Slightly flustered, she couldn’t help do anything but smile. Anna started giggling only a minute after Kate did. Last she’d checked, Kate was still looking for a man. Of course Kate was unsuccessful, but she enjoyed seeing her friend making moves for herself. Kate gave her a look of innocence, but she knew what Anna was going to say. “What?” she asked, her tone oblivious when yet she knew exactly what was going on. Anna put her hands on her hips and adjusted her stance, narrowing her dark brown eyes down to small circles. She cleared her throat. “Kate, don’t ‘what?’ me, you know what I’m going to ask!” she commanded, leaning in and yelling over the bass beat that got louder with tempo change. A smile slowly spread across her face as Kate began to giggle, running her fingers through her hair and tucking her hand back in her pocket. She sighed, shaking her head. “What- John? Goodness, Anna he is just a friend!” Kate warned. Anna shook her head with negativity. She doubted that, “I promise you he is just a friend! You know I am swinging single!” “A friend? He is just a friend? Kay, please, that boy just now could pass for a model! Did you see his hair?” she questioned, tucking her brown layers behind her ears. Kate shook her head, turning away from Anna and back towards the counter. Anna followed suit. “Yes, he is just a friend, he couldn’t pass for a model in high school, and his hair is not natural, its bleached.” She spat, defying every single thing she’d had just said. She looked over at her to see her response. Anna stood in the same position, shaking her head with a small smile. She reached down in her pocket and pulled out a lone cigarette, followed by her lighter in her other pocket. Anna put the cigarette in her mouth as Kate advanced her way. “Whatever, Kate I so don’t understand you. What happened between you and- hey!” she burst out in protest, taking a small step back as the cigarette suddenly vanished from her mouth. Kate snatched it, dropped it, and proceeded to step on it with the tip of her boot. She looked up at Anna with her hands on her hips and a sarcastic smile. “Anna, do not smoke when you are behind this bar. Of all people you know that. For one, that’s probably why you hate the rush is because you can’t breathe as it is, and you get claustrophobic and pass out. I’ve never seen it happen but that probably is what goes on. For two, its bad for you, and for three, how would you like it if I told Lindsey that you were smoking again?” Kate threatened, her voice in a firm tone. Anna rolled her eyes in an exasperated fashion. She should’ve known before that Kate was going to react like that; it came as no surprise because she did it every time Anna would try to sneak one in. As much as Anna wanted to strangle Kate every time she did it, she did out of pure respect and friendship. It was indeed bad for her. In fact, it was just downright awful for her. Plus, if Lindsey, the manager, were to find out, Anna would be toast. She remembered the last time she’d been busted by the head bartender. Lindsey didn’t do anything to bad, but she did warn her that if she ever got caught again the punishment would be severe. Lindsey was head honcho around The Spot. She’d been in charge of the club for about three years, and judging by the popularity of the place and the figures it put up night after night, she did a damn good job of running the place too. At twenty-seven years of age, she had quite a full plate between the club and a little modeling on the side, but she was doing her thing and doing it well. At that point in time, she was on a small vacation away from the club, but that didn’t make it right for Anna to smoke either way. Anna sighed, “Kate, its no new fact to me that smoking is bad for you. Are you kidding me? I’ve been smoking since I was twenty, that’s two years. Plus, Lindsey is down in Miami right now, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right?” she spoke in a singing type of tone. Kate wasn’t buying it. She shook her head sarcastically with a big taunting grin on her face. “No, but what I know I can pass on to Lindsey, thank you very much.” She returned the comment in the same singing tone she’d delivered. Anna’s facial expression changed from annoyed to anger, but it only lasted a second. That was the good thing about Anna and Kate’s chemistry, when they got mad at each other it never lasted for more than a few minutes. Anna huffed. “You wouldn’t. That is not cool.” “Oh I would, and neither is smoking.” “You’re evil Kate.” “I know, don’t you love me?” There was a brief pause in the conversation as Anna pondered the question Kate had just proposed. It was a loaded question at that, and Kate wasn’t surprised in the least when Anna came out with her answer. “Only sometimes.” Kate laughed it off, “Believe me, the feeling is mutual. Anyways, where were we before you decided to whip out your friends?” Anna shrugged from the other side of the bar, washing her hands and quickly drying them off with the cloth hanging beside the sink. She finished up and ventured back over to join her. “I believe we were talking about your man problems- oh yeah, now I remember! Whatever happened with you and your brother’s friend? Was his name Travis? Taylor? Tyler? I have to hand it to you Kay, he was a cutie.” She inquired, speaking of a certain ex-boyfriend from Kate’s recent past. Anna knew his name, and Kate knew that she knew. Anna just wanted to be a tease. She got a kick out of Kate’s reaction when she began to shake her head rapidly with a sour look on her face. One hand was clenched in a fist. Anna was trying her best not to burst out into hysterical laughter. “Tre? Oh Anna!” Kate raved, knowing Anna had just hit a sore spot in Kate’s love life. Tre was a sensitive subject, and Anna knew that. She just had to bring it up. Anna put her hands up defensively, trying her best not to giggle. “Hey! We were talking about your man problems! He just happened to come to mind. Hey, its either we talk about him or my bad smoking habits.” She teased, knowing she’d hit a dead end judging by the serious look on her coworker’s face. Kate wasn’t budging. Her back rested up against the counter and her arms were folded across her chest. There were no signs of a smile coming anytime soon. “How about neither? Anna, you know about Tre, you met him, you know how he is, and you know that we broke up. Or better yet, you know that I broke up with him. Why I broke up with him? You don’t know. In fact, I am the only one who does know. I plan on keeping it that way for a while. At least until I feel comfortable telling why. Now I got onto you about smoking, and you’ve almost crossed the line teasing me about Tre. Are we even?” she questioned, her face stoic and serious. She’d done her job if he meant making Anna feel bad, because she was beginning to. Anna meant well, she never wanted to hurt Kate’s feelings. She also never knew why Kate was so timid when it came to talking about Tre. This was enough teasing for one night however, and Anna hopped off the counter she sat on. “We’re even. I’m sorry Kay, you know I don’t mean to hurt your feelings,” she apologized, deciding that a subject change was in store, “So anyways, speaking of your big brother how is the Randster?” she questioned, listening to Kate sigh. The techno dance mix of Leann Rimes’ “Can’t Fight The Moonlight” turned into another techno mix of sorts, sending the crowd into a frenzy once again. She struggled to hear for a few seconds as Kate prepared an answer. She looked up. “Randster? Oh- Randy? He’s good, He’s working over at the department store at the mall, not to shabby if you ask me. He and Mike are doing something tonight, I think they might be coming over this way.” She answered, informing Anna as to what her older brother was doing. Kate and Randy were more like best friends than they were sister and brother. Randy was two years older than Kate at twenty-four, but they always got along perfectly. Kate scrunched her forehead up into a look of confusion when Anna suddenly perked up a tiny bit, “what?” “Mike? Never met him, is he cute? How old is he? Maybe you two are perfect for each other!” she exclaimed, aware of how stupid she sounded. That was what she was going for. She was just trying to make Kate feel better. Instead, it backfired on her. Kate gave her yet another cold stare, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. She ran her fingers through her hair again. “Oh Anna please, spare me. Now you just sound ridiculous. If you really must know, he’s good looking, and he is about to be twenty-six, but will you please just quit for sake of my sanity? Maybe its just better to be single.” She confessed, shrugging negatively. Kate tucked her hands back in her pockets as if to give up. Anna walked back over her way. “Kate, don’t get like this. You’re sad now,” she spoke in a childish type of voice, enveloping her friend in a huge embrace from behind. Her arms were wrapped around Kate’s shoulders with her head resting on her left, “Come on and cheer up. You’ll find a guy, I know you will…” ***** The back of the van erupted into a fit of laughter as Chris and Justin broke out into their best a cappella rendition of Step By Step, a hit formerly coined by the once hit band New Kids On The Block. Almost every body inside the black vehicle was hysterically giggling at the cover. Almost. Instead of laughing along and having a good time just like everybody else, JC sat in the same position he'd been in when he climbed in the van. Mia had already asked him if everything was okay, and in response he lied his ass off and said yes. The real truth was: he didn't know if everything was okay. He listened to the rest of their song unwillingly as they sang in the most unpleasant of ways. "Step 1!" Justin sang. Chris followed it up, singing in a low voice just like the song did. Actually, he sang as low as he could. Chris wasn't that much of a baritone. That was Lance's job. "We can have lots of fun," "Step 2!" "There's so much we can do," "Step 3!" Chris changed his voice one more time, this time to his natural soprano. This part was sung high. "Its just you and me!" he knew he'd nailed it when the whole fan started laughing even harder than they'd already been. "Step 4!" "I can give you more," "Step 5!" "Don't you know that the time is right," Chris knew this was the last step, but obviously Justin didn't. He was so wrapped up in the song he just went on. "Step 6!" Silence. He looked at him, giving him the oddest look he possibly could. "What?" "Justin, there is no Step 6!!" They continued to laugh hysterically, but JC didn't budge. He just didn't feel like joining in on all the festivities. The laughing soon died down, and there was a brief moment of silence. This was just how JC liked it, but living with the four other guys in the group, silence wasn't an option. It didn't last a second before Justin chimed back in with a question. This question was aimed at JC. "So JC, you've been the quiet one for most of the night. Enjoying being back in D.C?" he inquired. JC nodded his head in an emotionless fashion. He loved to be home with his family and everything, but he just didn't feel all that perky. "Yeah, you know me I love being home. I have every intention of going home tomorrow and curling up with my family." He relayed, giving them a clear message that he did not want to do anything special. The guys had already figured that beforehand so it came as no big surprise. Justin nodded. "You're getting together with Randy, aren't you?" the same person questioned for a second time. Randy was a guy JC had been friends with since the first year he was back from the Mickey Mouse Club. He gave him a call about a week before and they arranged a time to get together and have lunch and hang out. He hadn't heard from Randy, but he figured he would the next day. "Probably. I don't see why we wouldn't be." He concluded. Justin shrugged as everybody felt the van suddenly shudder beneath them. Joey glanced out the window, and judging from the bright lights and booming music, they'd reached their destination. "Well boys, we're here," he proclaimed, hopping out of the van as Lonnie opened it for them. JC could've cried, but he knew Mia would hurt him if he did such a thing. Speaking of, she grabbed his hand this time risking nothing, and left the van with him behind. His girlfriend, Miss Allie had gotten out with Justin and Britney. He looked up at the sign to the club and couldn't help but laugh. "What's so funny JC?" Mia questioned, looking up at that very same sign and finding no humor what so ever. JC shook his head. "The club is called The Spot. Just like Up Against The Wall. Oh goodness," Mia giggled at the comment, but hurried to get him inside. "Awesome, but come on before we miss all the fun!!" JC rolled his eyes; "I so don't need this tonight." [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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