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popslash_lollipops2004-06-22 09:10 am
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Help!
I need a good Justin/Lance/Nick story in which Jessica Simpson is in love with Nick so she spies on him and witnesses somthing she'd rather not have seen. If it's no trouble could it be told from Jessica's point of view.
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She was not going to cry anywhere where a driver or a valet could see, and she'd managed to smile for the cameras waiting by the exits. All those lectures on performance and face paid off sometimes. The shivering was mostly on the inside anyway, and no one ever noticed the scratches just below her neckline. She'd be behind a locked door long before the pinch bruises on the backs of her hands would colour. The cameras were played to, mask firmly on, and Nick. Nick hadn't noticed her at all.
Hadn't noticed her slipping through the trailing edge of the after party party when he'd quietly faded away, hadn't noticed her taking the stairs half a flight behind him, and certainly he hadn't noticed her folded against the gazebo just outside the circle of torch light. The thought grated bloody against months of dreaming, but he didn't notice her because there were two young men in the tub already. The way he'd sunken to his knees, the way their hands had reached together, the way he kissed one, the other's hand tangled in Nick's hair, forceful and familiar. Stupid, stupid, empty girl.
She couldn't stay – she could hardly breath – and she hadn't realised that she'd recognised the others until the iron rail was cold and hard and narrow against her hand, and every rumour she'd ever heard shook suddenly into place. Lance and his 'assistants', Justin's slick plastic true love story, Nick's secrets, his tempers and escapes and everything that had allowed her to believe that he was hiding in plain sight. The beginnings of dawn were starting to nudge against the horizon, and she couldn't stop imagining the long history that would make submission and intimacy so easy. It wasn't the Chrystal that made her vomit.
Stupid dream-blind empty girl.
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