“JC you’re nuts. Why do you let Justin get away with this shit?” Nick asked, tossing the Teen People with Justin and Britney gracing the cover onto the coffee table.

JC shrugged. “He has to date her. Management said people were starting to talk. He’s not really with her.”

“I know he doesn’t love her, but it’s disgusting the way they act. How can you stand it?” Nick inquired, turning the magazine over so JC would quit staring at the picture.

JC flopped back to lie on the sofa he’d been sitting on. “There’s nothing I can do about it Nick. Justin doesn’t wanna come out. So I have to deal with her.” He said, glaring at the television with contempt as one of Britney’s videos came on.

Nick grabbed the remote and flipped the television off. “You need to show him what it feels like.”

“How am I supposed to do that? He doesn’t like Bobbee, but he knows that there isn’t anything to worry about there. She’s just a friend. She even supports us unlike Bitchney.” JC snorted, reaching for his beer on the coffee table.

Nick drained the last of his beer and sat back in his chair. “You need a boyfriend.”

“Uh, I have one.” JC said.

Nick rolled his eyes. “No, I mean you need another one.”

“I’m not going to cheat on Justin.” JC said, shaking his head to emphasize his point.

Nick sighed. “I didn’t tell you to cheat on him. You need to force your hand. You wanna come out, then do it. Break up with Bobbee and Justin. Start dating and let Justin know the ball is in his court now.”

“Oh, and who am I supposed to date?” JC asked, snidely.

“I don’t know, whoever you want. Who do you gay guys think is hot?” Nick asked, grabbing the remote and turning the television back on.

JC snorted. “Justin.”

“Come on, not every gay guy wants Justin. What about him? Chicks go crazy over him.” Nick said, pointing at the television as a Ricky Martin video came on VH1.

“No, he’s not my type.” JC said, kicking his feet up on the end of the sofa.

Nick changed the channel. “Him?” He suggested, as Eminem appeared on MTV.

“I don’t have a death wish.” JC said dryly.

“Good point.” Nick laughed.

“This is stupid, Nick.” JC said, as Nick continued pointing men out.

Nick left the television on MTV and tossed the remote back onto the coffee table. “Come on JC, there’s gotta be somebody besides Justin that you’re attracted to.”

“Maybe, but I love Justin.” JC sighed, reaching for his beer.

Nick sat forward in his chair. “That’s exactly why you need to show him, that you aren’t going to take anymore of this Britney shit.”

“Ok, fine how about him?” JC asked, pointing at Howie as a Backstreet Boys video came on.

“Uh, no Jayce I don’t think so.” Nick said, tossing a pillow at JC as he lay on the sofa laughing.

“Him?” JC laughed, pointing at the television again.

“I’m not gonna date you asshole! I wouldn’t even if I was gay.” Nick said, throwing another pillow at his laughing friend.

JC grinned mischievously at Nick. “I guess I just won’t date anybody then. It’s you I want Nick. You’re the closest to Justin, as I’ll ever get. Please date me, Nick.” He said, dropping to his knees at Nick’s feet.

“You’re nuts man.” Nick laughed, pushing JC backward.

“Come on. Seriously Nick think about it. It makes perfect sense. Who else could I date that would make Justin that crazy?” JC cajoled, knowing if it was something that would piss Justin off Nick would love it.

Nick grinned at the idea but then frowned. “I’m not gay JC.”

“You don’t have to be. It’s not like I’m asking you to make out in public with me. Unless you want to.” JC said, wiggling his eyebrow’s lasciviously.

“You’re warped man.” Nick laughed, cuffing JC lightly on the side of the head.

JC smiled and nodded in agreement. “So you’ll do it then?” He asked hopefully.

“I’ll do it. But no making out. The first time you try to kiss me I’m gonna kick your ass.” Nick warned, kicking at JC as he puckered up and leaned toward Nick trying not to laugh.

“Alright, so how do I do this?” JC asked, getting serious once again.

Nick sighed. “Do I have to tell you everything?”

“Yes.” JC grinned.

“Ok, here’s the plan then.” Nick said.

A FEW DAYS LATER

“What the hell’s going on JC?” Justin asked, storming into the room where JC sat with Chris, Joey, and Lance watching a movie.

JC turned to Justin with feigned confusion. “We’re watching a movie. What do you mean?”

“I mean this.” Justin said, waving a piece of paper at JC before beginning to rant. “First, I get a letter from you saying that you think we need a break from each other. Britney called me then yesterday morning and said you broke up with Bobbee. I haven’t been able to get ahold of you for three days. The contractor said you called him and put a hold on our house. I didn’t know what else to do so finally I called Tyler. He said you were on a date with Nick. Goddamn Nick Carter, JC. What the hell is going on?”

“You’re dating Britney.” JC said, shrugging nonchalantly.

“Britney’s a girl.” Justin said.

“Exactly my point.” JC retorted.

“I’m gay JC.” Justin said, becoming more confused by the minute.

“So am I, that is why I‘m dating a man that doesn’t have a girlfriend.” JC replied, turning back to the movie.

JC’s phone rang as Justin opened his mouth to argue. “I’ll get it.” Chris said, diving for the phone lying on the table.

“Give me my phone man.” JC said, grabbing for the phone in Chris’ hand.

“My house, it’s laying on my table I get to answer it.” Chris said, grinning evilly.

JC shoved Chris as he flipped the phone open.

“Hello, JC’s currently lost his mind. Can I take a message and once he finds it I’ll be sure to have him call you back?” Chris said, laughing as JC flipped him off.

Chris tossed the phone to JC after finding out who was calling. “Here, it’s your backdoor boy.”

JC grinned sweetly at Chris. “Wouldn’t you like to know about my boys backdoor?”

“Chasez, I know you did not just say that.” Nick yelled into the phone.

“You’re sick Jayce. That’s just sick man.” Chris said, backing away from JC.

“Oh, you know you love it baby.” JC said to Nick.

Justin turned around and stomped out of the room, slamming the front door behind him.

“Damn JC. I hope you know what you’re doing.” Lance said, shaking his head as they heard Justin’s car peel out of the drive.

JC grinned. “Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing.” He said, as he walked into the hallway with his phone.

A WEEK LATER

“Well if it isn’t the beautiful couple.” Britney cooed, watching JC and Nick walk into the party.

JC stopped in front of Britney. “Can it Bitchney. You could care less who I date as long as you’ve got Justin.”

“Oh and I do have Justin don’t I?” Britney sneered.

JC snorted. “Not where you want him.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Britney asked indignantly.

JC ran his eyes over Britney’s body slowly. “It means that you don’t have Justin in your bed, and that you never will.”

“Oh JC, please don’t tell me that you’re not naive enough to think that you’re the only one that’s seen that cute little mole on Justin’s lower right cheek.” Britney scoffed.

JC laughed contemptuously. “Oh honey, I know all about you and Justin losing your virginity to each other when you were both sixteen. I also know that the next day Justin came to me and said that he realized he was gay and he felt nauseous when he touched you.”

“JC, people are starting to stare.” Nick warned, attempting to pull JC away from Britney.

“Oh, I am not through with him.” Britney rasped, digging her nails into JC’s arm.

Nick groaned as JC wrapped his hand around Britney’s wrist. He squeezed until Britney gasped in pain and released his arm.

“Don’t ever grab me again.” JC ground out, flinging Britney’s arm away from him.

“Just stay the hell away from Justin then.” Britney said, rubbing her wrist.

“Don’t even think you can tell me what to do Ms. I have more plastic than Barbie.” JC said, grabbing the front of Britney’s dress and hauling her up to eye level with him.

Britney kicked JC in the shin. “Let me go!” She demanded.

“Or what?” JC asked, lifting Britney off the ground.

“Put me down you big haired freak.” Britney screeched.

JC let go of Britney’s dress and she tumbled to the floor.

“What’s going on?” Chris asked, helping Britney to her feet.

Britney pulled herself free of Chris and swung wildly smacking JC in the face.

JC grabbed her wrist as she began to swing again. She brought the other hand up and caught him in the side of the head.

“You bitch.” JC yelled, grasping a fist full of her hair and pulling her toward him.

“Let go of my hair.” Britney squealed, punching JC in the stomach.

JC released Britney as he lent over gasping for air. Britney took advantage of JC not looking and began pulling his hair. JC reached up and yanked at the bodice of Britney’s dress. Everyone in the near vicinity gasped as they heard her dress tear. Britney hissed and raked her nails across JC’s face, leaving streaks of blood on his cheek. JC placed his hand on the top of her head and shoved hard, knocking her backward into the wall. Britney bounced off the wall and charged at JC like a demon from hell. Nick stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her waist before she reached JC.

“Somebody get Justin.” Nick screamed, squeezing Britney as she began struggling to get loose.

“I’ll get him.” Joey called, as he took off running.

“Let me go Nick.” Britney screeched, kicking at JC.

“Looks like Skankney is trapped.” JC said, walking over and flicking Britney on the end of the nose.

“Knock it off Jayce, this has gone far enough.” Nick warned, not realizing Britney’s hand had snaked down beside his hip and was inching over further.

Britney gave a hard squeeze and twisted as she reached Nick’s crotch. Nick screamed and dropped her. Britney ran at JC with her claws bared. Her hands wrapped around JC’s throat. JC cuffed her on the side of the head. Britney kneed him in the balls.

“What the hell is going on here?” Justin screamed, as he ran up behind them with Joey close behind.

“Well gee Justin, I think that’s pretty obvious.” Nick said, still holding his crotch and eyeing Britney warily.

Justin gasped when he saw JC’s face and neck. “Jesus Christ Britney, did you do this?” He asked, touching JC’s cheek gently.

“Did I do that? Look what that scrawny assed freak did to me.” Britney raged, stomping her foot when Justin continued to coo over JC.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up baby.” Justin said, wrapping an arm lightly around JC’s waist.

Nick stepped forward. “Um, I think I can handle that Justin. It’s not your place anymore. JC isn’t any of your concern.” He said, removing Justin’s arm from JC.

“The hell it isn’t my place. JC is and always will be my concern.” Justin stated, daring Nick to argue.

“Justin, don’t you dare leave with him.” Britney said, stepping closer to Justin.

Justin looked at her with disgust. “Back off Britney. Look what you did to him.”

“What about what he did to me? I’m hurt too.” Britney said, grabbing Justin’s arm.

Justin shook her off. “You aren’t the one bleeding. Now let go of me. He needs to see a doctor.”

“Justin, if you leave with him we’re through and I’ll blow your cover all to hell.” Britney swore, sure that Justin would stay with her.

“I guess my cover is blown then because we’re through.” Justin sneered, shoving Britney out of his face.

Britney cackled. “You’re outing yourself for nothing then. JC’s with Nick. You’re too late.”

“Actually Shitney, I’m not with Nick. We were pretending to be together to prove something to Justin.” JC said, taking Justin’s hand.

Britney growled and stepped toward JC. Justin stepped in front of her. “You won’t touch him ever again or you’ll deal with me next time.”

“Is that supposed to scare me Justin? You don’t hit ladies; you’ve made that clear plenty of times.” Britney said.

“Ladies is the keyword. If you were a lady I wouldn’t have to hit you.” Justin said, shoving Britney out of his way.

Britney stomped and glared at everyone near her. “JC, how’s it going to feel to tell the doctor you got your ass kicked by a woman?” She sneered.

JC turned to Britney with a sweet smile. “You know you may have won the skirmish but I won the battle.” He said, turning as Justin led him out of the crowd.

THE END