I’m sitting in the lobby while Joey talks to a few younger fans in the corner. Every other word coming out of his mouth are lies… that’s all we say now. Lies. I lie saying they are my brothers. When in truth, I fear Joey, I hate Lance, I stand Chris, I love JC. Speaking of JC… he has a hat covering his eyes, the cell phone microphone is hanging from his ear as his lips slow form words. I wonder who he’s talking to.nextBritney emerges from the elevators as I sink deeper into my seat, hoping and praying Joey and Lance don’t notice. Fuck, they do.
Joey stops talking to the girls and follows closely behind Britney. JC’s head lifts up as he removes the mic from his ear. Lance walks away from signing autographs and joins Joey’s side.
Please don’t sit near me. Just leave. Leave Britney… please.
She sits next to me, kissing the side of my mouth. I look at the guys. They know I called her.
Joey sits beside her, close too. She’s sandwiched between me and Joey, but not for long. JC motions for me to move and like the pussy whipped bitch I am, I do. Britney reaches out for my arm but I ignore it. She’s alone now.
I sit across from them and watch as Joey whispers something in her ear. JC plays with the hem of her skirt. Lance, strangely, walks towards me. “Justin.”
I look up.
“Thank you for bring the whore back to us. We really do appreciate it.”
“Fuck you Lance.”
“You wish Jew-boy.”
I stand up out of rage and scream after him, “I’m not a fucking Jew!”
He turns around and marches up to me, “Fans Justin. They’re watching.”
“I hate you.”
“You only hate me because you can’t fuck me.”
Joey stand up from the couch, pulling Britney up with him. JC places the mic back into his ear and dials a number on his phone. I’m still standing face to face with Lance. I want to hurt him. But I can’t. I want to hurt Joey. But I can’t. I want… I’m sorry Britney.
She looks over at me and shakes her head. “Despicable,” she mouths.
As she steps into the elevators with Joey and Lance, I can only think of what they’ll do to her. Thankfully, JC didn’t go with them. I wonder why. Maybe because we’re all packed up and ready to go in a few hours and don’t wish to deal with the clean up. But then what is housekeeping for?
Scared and on the verge of shitting my pants, I sit beside JC. “What’s Joey going to do?”
He looks aver at me and speaks to the other person on the line. “I have to call you later. Justin wishes to speak and since fans are around, I have to be… nice.” He hangs up and sits back. His leg is touching the side of my own. “Joey’s just going to fuck her.”
“Then why is Lance up there?”
“He’s making sure everything goes well.”
I stare at the gray carpeting for a minute. “Why do you guys hate me?”
Mumbles, “Fucking joke.”
“JC? Answer me.”
“Only I hate you. Joey loves you in fact. You’re a perfect little asshole that needs to be popped a few times when he doesn’t feel he had fucked a girl right. Lance… Lance is just a joke. He wants to be tough and be ‘one of the guys’ but he’s just a fucking pussy like you. Chris is self-explanatory.” He looks straight before him. That is the most I have ever heard JC say in the past few months. Gennie must be back in his life.
I decide to bring her up, “Where’s Gennie?”
Silence for a short while before he rubs the bridge of his nose. “Fuck off… Jew-boy.” He grins as he stands and walks away.
Fans scream from outside, “JC! WE LOVE YOU!”