“Joey, you keep missing that last beat,” Justin had the microphone resting on his bottom lip as he spoke. We were all getting ready for the new tour coming up and since our choreographer came down with the flu, someone, probably himself, made Justin the leader of the pack. How I wish I could just rip my hands through his…next“JC!” Great. Time to act cute for my girlfriend. Shoot me. I beg you.
I turn around to face the audience, or at least our sad attendance of an audience. It will be packed in a few hours but right now it only consisted of no more than forty or so people. One of them being the ignorant thing of a girlfriend. “Livvie! My pet.” I open my arms to hug her only to have her stop short before I’m able to get my arms around her. Bitch. She starts talking about something like dinner with her parents but I’m too busy thinking about the hot blonde Joey is talking to. If only could get my hands on that ass… oh what fun we shall have.
Livvie hits my arm causing me to actually look at her. I never understood why I never cared for this girl. She wasn’t ugly, great body and the sex was… well the sex was a different story. I had been with her for over two years and already I fucked her best friend, her sisters (both of them, including her twin), and her own mother bobbed her head on my cock for a few hours. I had a feeling she knew, but like most things about her, I never cared.
Her lips are moving as she points towards Chris and smiles at Lance when he walks by. I think she’s talking to him now but looking at me. I just continue to smile and nod.
“… so would you mind if I borrowed your car once we get back to L.A.?” Her fingers intertwine with each other as she glances over at Lance again, completely ignoring me. Would she even notice if I walk away? I can’t help but try as I start taking back steps towards the center of the stage. “JC! Can I?” Fuck. She noticed.
“Sure, whatever.” I mumble as I return looking at the blonde. I can hear the clicking of Livvie’s heals on the stage as she walks over to Lance. His deep voice can be heard after her high-pitched squeal. I turn and see how close they’re standing and can’t but help think if she’s having an affair. But why with Lance? I can see the dumb bitch fucking Joey or even Chris, but Lance? Ah well, dumb blondes unite I guess. I had no doubt in my mind that Justin was loyal with his girlfriend so the thought of him sleeping with Livvie was almost impossible.
Wait. He did fuck Britney in more ways I thought imaginable. Ah, Britney Spears. Now there’s a girl that gives good head. What I wouldn’t do to have her in my bed and on my cock again. Too bad I stabbed a coat hanger through her leg or else I wouldn’t mind giving her a call. That limp will forever be permanent. Poor thing. Shouldn’t have said no.
So yep. This was a typical day in the life of me. Joshua Scott Chasez. Better known to the public as JC, a young, attractive, well-balanced guy that loved writing in my journal and painting abstract crap. How I loved to bullshit the public. It was so easy I couldn’t stop myself once my mouth opened. Me paint? Ha! Unless you count the time we were in San Diego and I ripped off the arm of this wanna-be model and used her white walls as my canvas. Take my word, blood is nearly not as thick as paint.