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popslash_lollipopsAlright. Um. Anyone up for Justin's reaction to "Slept With My Best Friend"? This would, um, be JuC. Like I ever ask for anything else. :) Next week, it's aaallll about something else. Right.
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You Slept With My Best Friend
Date: 2004-03-20 06:09 pm (UTC)“Hello?”
“C! What the fuck?”
“J? Where are you?”
“What you really want to know is how I got this number, right?”
“Whatever, J. What do you want?”
“Don’t you know? Did you really think I wouldn’t find out? I can find out any fucking thing, C.”
“What are you talking about? Yeah, I knew the cell number would get to you. Big deal. I would have given it to you myself but. But I knew you’d get it if you wanted it. You always get the things you want.”
“This isn’t about the cell phone, asshole.”
“I’m tired, you know? Spare me the Spanish Inquisition, just tell me, what do you want?”
“I found out about the song. One of my boys downloaded it from your site. How the fuck could you do that?”
JC’s eyes opened and he sat up, shocked. After taking a deep breath, he licked his lips. His voice dropped to a whisper. “I didn’t think you’d ever go to my site, J. You weren’t supposed to know about it.”
“I KNOW that, C. What I want to know is why the fuck you put it on there at all. It’s not like your fans won’t put everything together. Shit, C, you used his fucking nickname in the song. I bet all of our fans know exactly who ‘Shorty’ is.”
“They’ll think it’s about Bobbie.”
“And you made me a fucking GIRL.”
“Yeah, maybe I should have come clean and used ‘Curly’ instead,” JC said sadly.
“Take it off you fucking site. You don’t even want to know, man, but I’ll make you sorry if you don’t.”
“Don’t you even want to know how I know about it?”
JC listened to silence for almost a minute before Justin began speaking again. This time his voice was softer. “I figured he called you or Lance got drunk and decided to spill it.”
“Lance knows?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. Lance always seems to figure everything out sooner or later.”
“The cologne, J. His cologne. I smelled it. I recognized it. It wasn’t on you and you didn’t have any.”
“I could have just hugged him. It could be on my clothes.”
“Don’t even, J. Don’t lie. It was in my bed. Our bed. The sheets and pillowcases, but not the comforter. You had him in our bed.”
“Technically, he had me, too. I was drunk, C. Really drunk. And he was too. We were too trashed to drive and your place was closest, so we hired a cab and things just got out of hand.”
“And into my bed. Fucker. Just because Britney screwed you over, man, you shouldn’t have done it to me, you know? Dammit J! You KNEW what it was like to be fucked over. Remember when we hooked up we promised not to do that to each other?”
“I’m sorry, C. Let me come over, okay? I don’t want to do this over the phone. I want to see your face.”
“No. I don’t trust you anymore.”
“You might as well say yes now and save us a five hour argument. You said it yourself, C. I always get what I want.”
“Yeah,” JC sighed. “Yeah, you always do. At least have the courtesy to bring me a bottle of wine and some fucking flowers, asshole.”
Re: You Slept With My Best Friend
Date: 2004-03-20 08:56 pm (UTC)Re: You Slept With My Best Friend
Date: 2004-03-21 03:15 pm (UTC)An offering for you, dearest. :D
Date: 2004-03-20 08:39 pm (UTC)When the phonecall came, JC wasn’t asleep. He’d been waiting for it, in fact, pacing nervily, unable to sit still. Since the song had gone up on the website, he’d been expecting this call. He picked his cell up, fumbling, and almost dropped it. “Hello?” He was annoyed when his voice shook.
“Yeah.” Justin’s voice was quiet and sullen. “Did you fucking have to do that?”
JC clenched at the phone. “I… it’s not obvious.”
“I don’t give a shit whether it’s obvious or not. Did you have to do that?”
JC bit his tongue. “No, but… I wrote it back – back then. And I figured, maybe, enough time had passed?”
“You figured wrong, I guess. Hurts like fuck, C.”
A little bit of anger sparked in JC. “I’m glad to hear it. It hurt like fuck to walk in on you and Tony.”
“I… I know. But JC, man, I apologised, like-” on his knees, frantic, streaming tears “and we – me and you - weren’t serious.”
A muscle jumped in JC’s jaw. “No. Of course not.” His voice was flat.
“C?” Justin’s voice sounded small. “I… people will assume it’s about Wade and Britney, right?”
“Obviously.”
“Yeah…” Justin’s voice trailed off. “C – we weren’t serious, were we?”
“Well how would you know, Justin? You never asked me, did you?” JC put the phone down, and cried himself to sleep.
Re: An offering for you, dearest. :D
Date: 2004-03-20 08:53 pm (UTC)This is simply gorgeous, perfect for me, and I adore it, and I adore you, and yes. Yes yes yes. Thank you so much!!!
Re: An offering for you, dearest. :D
Date: 2004-03-20 08:56 pm (UTC)Re: An offering for you, dearest. :D
Date: 2004-03-20 08:59 pm (UTC)Re: An offering for you, dearest. :D
Date: 2004-03-20 08:59 pm (UTC)Angsty!
But it worked, very well.
*cuddles poor JuC boys*
Poor JC. You just need to get over the Divalake and go be a Lobster with Chris. Or me. I'd never leave, lol
Hey, we can dream, right?
And Kit, nice job giving us something to base such dreams on, very evocative. :)
Re: An offering for you, dearest. :D
Date: 2004-03-20 09:02 pm (UTC)Re: An offering for you, dearest. :D
Date: 2004-03-20 11:10 pm (UTC)*hugscuddlespetscalls
"George"Mini'C*lol
I think there's half a fingerprint on the insert I got from Jessa...
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Date: 2004-03-21 07:00 pm (UTC)very very very good, no GREAT:)
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Date: 2004-03-22 12:27 pm (UTC)thanks
Date: 2004-03-22 03:26 pm (UTC)Boo