Another concert, another night. I’m sitting in the bus alone while everyone is out either partying or in the hotel. I could be in the hotel but I just don’t wish to make any human contact. I had enough for the day. Thousands of screaming girls yelled my name, holding out their arms to touch me. I sing the songs, smile for the cameras and then the show is over. I hate this job. I hate everything about it. Well, almost everything. I do, however, like the girls coming up to me at the clubs so that I can take them back to their place or some cheap hotel downtown and rip them apart. And then I leave town. I wish I could stay longer to watch them slowly die but due to the schedule I had to kill them swiftly.nextFoot steps are heard coming from the front of the bus. Who the hell is bothering me now? I walk out and come face to face with Samantha, Lance’s girlfriend. Oh, this should be fun. “Hello, Samantha.” I manage to smile innocently.
“Hey JC,” her eyebrows turn into a frown. Damn it, she’s going to either complain about something or tell me off. Go away! “Listen, I just wanted to ask you if…” She stops in mid-sentence and takes a seat. I hate women that speak. Why can’t I find a one that doesn’t talk, doesn’t think, and only does what I demand? Oh wait, I did have one. I gave her to Joey. Lucky dip-shit. “Can you tell me if Lance goes out when I’m not on tour with you guys?”
Joy, I have to keep tabs on all the guys now. Do I look like Mrs. Beaver Cleaver to these people? I lean against the counter and sigh heavily. “If you must know, yes. He goes out with me and Joey from time to time.”
“Does he pick up girls?”
Fuck, do I lie or do I tell the truth. But my mommy always raised her little boy to tell the truth, even if it hurts. “Yes.”
“He sleep with them?”
“Yes.”
“Oh my God.” Shed tear. Go ahead, cry little girl. Cry because your boyfriend is male. What man is loyal to their girlfriend anyway? Well there is Justin but I think Justin like fucking little boys that go the meet and greets. Figures.
Silence except for Samantha’s sobs. I wish I could throw her a pile of napkins and tell her to grow up but that wouldn’t be nice of me, would it? I force myself to let go of the counter and sit besides Samantha. I rub her back, trying to show that I care while I think about Gennie. I wonder if she’s willing to give our relationship another chance. I know she can’t possibly love Joey. He’s the a big dumb hairy jerk. He only uses her as a convenient dick warmer. I was the only one that really showed her that I loved her. I showed affection… to a point.
Samantha lifts her head, wiping her eyes on her long sleeves. “Feeling better?” Great choice of words Chasez.
“How could Lance do this to me?” More tears.
“You know,” I sit back and scratch the back of my neck, “I know. If only he loved you as you loved him.”
“What do you mean?”
He hates you and everything about you. I’m sure he’ll want to see your head on a spike outside his house for all to see. And the rest of your body displayed to the fucking onlookers as they probe your anus with a stick. I lean towards her and give her shoulders a soft squeeze, “He loves Livvie. Livvie loves him but yet they won’t tell us that we’re not good for them so they make us deal with this shit. I’m quite numb to the whole situation really.”
Samantha dries her pretty little tears, “How can you be numb when the one you love is fucking someone else?”
Gennie fucking Joey. I feel sick. Oh, she was talking about Livvie. Uh… what to say? Shit, I have nothing to say. Uh… “I’m going back to sleep. Please tell me you’re going back to the hotel.”
Samantha gave me a look. I’m thinking what kind of look. I’m guessing pissed, hurt and confused all at the same time. Humm… that makes me wonder about my emotions. Do I have any? I know I feel hatred. What else? Samantha starts crying again as she storms off the bus. I think she screamed ass hole but it sounded a lot like apple. I shrug and return to the back. No more distractions, please. I can’t take it anymore.