JC lay in his bunk listen to his four friends in the back of the bus. He knew what was coming by the fall of silence. They hadn't had all had to share a bus in awhile, but when the two man bus had broke down, Lance and Joey had climbed onto the bus Chris, Justin, and JC shared for this tour. JC had pretended to be tired, and gone to his bunk right after the concert not wanting to spend any time more than necessary around his group mates, but he knew that the peace and quiet would not continue at this rate. He could hear the footsteps as they tried to silently approach his bunk.

When the curtain was pulled open, he opened his eyes with a small curse leaving his lips. "Dammit, Chris. I was trying to sleep."

"No, you weren't. Come on to the back. We're all bored, so we're going to play a game." Chris threw the down curtain already walking away.

"But I'm not bored. Why do I have to play?"

"Just come on, JC," Lance yelled.

Mumbling, JC threw his legs over the side of the bunk pushing his curtain aside. Walking into the lounge, he sat down next to Justin with a frown on his face.

"JC, don't be that way. It'll be like old times," Justin said as he placed his arm around JC's shoulders.

"Fine," JC said running his fingers through his hair. "What are we going to play?"

"MASH," said Chris with a giggle.

"What?! You woke me up to play some stupid kid's game," JC said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"It'll be fun," Chris said as he hand out piece's of notebook paper. "That is your sheet. I labeled the things you need, so let's get to work."

JC rolled his eyes, but took the pen Justin handed him. He sat silent, as he watched his friends complete their own charts before looking down at his own. Women, cars, kids, places, and jobs. Your standard MASH game. He began to fill in the blanks starting with kids and leaving women for last. He stared at the last column taping his pencil on his leg. He looked up to find two of his friends already done and watching him. Sighing, he filled in the last column quickly stopping for only a brief moment before putting in the final answer.

JC looked up as Chris reached for his paper. He closed his eyes as Chris jumped back to the table next to his chair. "Okay, we'll start with the infant first."

"Hey, I turned twenty-one, man. You can no longer call me an infant."

"Anyway, let's see what the infant put down. BMW, Mercedes, Beverly Hills, Britney, Halle. OOH guys this is interesting. He put down Christina under women."

"Well, she's hot, guys," Justin said with a blush.

"Okay, then. Let's figure out your future." Chris was silent as he went through the chart. When he finally looked up, he had big goofy grin on his face. "Well, it seems that Mr. Timberlake here will marry Halle Barry, have 3 kids, live in New York, and drive a Jag to his job as a singer everyday."

"I got Halle, cool. Let's do you next Chris," he said reaching out his hand.

Chris handed over his choices. Justin looked over the paper quickly. "Man, Chris, your answers are predictable. Gwen, Mya, and Dani. Damn, this whole thing is what I thought you would say. Hand me a pencil."

JC handed his over to Justin with a loud sigh. "Here, Justin. I am having so much fun, just so you all know."

"Glad to hear it," Chris said with a smirk on his face. "Let's see what you put down here," he said as he pulled JC's paper to the top. "He looked down briefly before his eyes grew wide. "Oh, whoa," he said looking up at JC.

With a shrug of his shoulders, JC mumbled, "It's just a game."

Justin looked back and forth between Chris and JC before tearing the piece of paper from Chris' hands. He looked down at in silence before handing it to JC. "Interesting choice there, buddy."

Joey and Lance looked at each other with a confused look on each of their faces. "What did he write?"

"Hmm, nothing. Forget about it. I'm going back to my bunk," JC said as he got up from the couch.

"Alrighty then. Sleeping Beauty is gone, so who's next?" Chris looked at the last two pieces of paper in his hands before mumbling, "Oh, damn." He looked up at Lance before handing the paper over to Justin.

Justin looked up with a slight smile on his face. "Lance, I suggest you get your off your butt, and go talk to JC."

JC had made it back to his bunk shoving the paper under his pillow before he heard footsteps coming up behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see Lance pushing aside the curtain. "Hey," Lance said, as he moved to lean against the bunk opposite of JC's. "You okay, Jayce?"

"I'm fine, Lance. Thanks for asking though."

Lance looked down at his hands at the paper he held. "So what did you write on yours?"

"Nothing important really."

Lance sighed. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

JC looked at the paper Lance held. "Hmm."

"JC, look," Lance said as he held his paper in front of JC's face.

JC read it in silence before a smile appeared on his face at his name written on the same list he had wrote Lance's. He took the paper from Lance's hand. He stood silent as he reached behind him pulling out his own piece of paper. He handed it to Lance. "So, do you want finish up the game?"

"Nope, I don't have to I think. I got what I want without it."

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