I knew that Emily wasn't going to talk to Joey. I don't even know why I let him go. As soon as he left, Justin started pacing the room again. Tears were starting to form in his eyes as he struggled to keep them from dropping slowly. I remained silent as Lance left the room to take the call on his cell. My eyes followed Justin back and forth until I got dizzy. I couldn't take this any more. I grabbed JC's hand and pulled him into the bathroom so we could talk leaving Justin in the room with just Hallie.

"We have to do something. This can't go on like this." I sighed after closing the door. I took a seat on the toilet and JC sat on the edge of the bath tub. He covered his head and tried to think.

"If only Justin could tell Emily how he felt. She won't even talk to him. I know you know why she won't talk, " JC started. I swallowed. Time for the questions. "But you don't have to tell me. I'm sure it'll come out at the right time. But for now, I have a plan." JC commented. He looked at me and I smiled. Maybe there was some hope. After about 5 minutes we had devised a plan for Justin to sing his feelings. Emily couldn't do anything to stop those words from coming out. She wouldn't even have to be talking to him. Just listening.

We emerged from the bathroom just as Lance came back in the room with Hallie by his side. Justin was laying on the bed with his head down. His chest was slowly moving up and down. He turned his head toward the three of us. Before I could even sit on the bed, a million words flew out of Lance's mouth.

"Chris and Hollis went to Vegas and they did something, I'm not sure what, but Chris didn't have any identification on him, and they took him to jail, and Hollis is in there with him and I have to go to Vegas tomorrow to bail them out, I already called the airline to get 2 tickets there on the next flight, so who wants to come with me?" he breathed in all one sentence. He sighed heavily and tried to catch his breath.

"Whoa, whoa. Slow down." JC said as he tried to comprehend was Lance had just said. Lance explained the whole situation again slowly. JC just shook his head while I couldn't believe what Chris got himself into.

"I'm going with Lance. Hollis is my best friend, I think I need to go. We already worked something out." She ordered. After Lance went with Hallie to pack her things, I said bye to everyone and went to get Emily where ever she was. I told JC not to forget about the plan in his ear before kissing him goodbye.

On the way to Vegas -- Lance and Hallie

Lance squirmed in his first-class seat next to Hallie. Why did he feel so uncomfortable around her? They hadn't spoken a single word on the ride to the airport. Was she mad at him or was she just as uncomfortable as he was? Lance didn't know. After the plane had gotten some altitude, Hallie finally burst in the silence.

"I can't believe he got her in jail!" she complained.

"How do you know it was Chris?" Lance shot back. They both continued shouting at each other until the sturdiest came and tapped Hallie on the shoulder.

"Could please be quiet miss. You two are disturbing the passengers." she said too sweetly. Hallie nodded while turning bright red. She pulled Lance's hand and dragged him to the back of the plane, into the bathroom.

"You shouldn't jump to conclusions about whose fault it was. Maybe it was neither of theirs." Lance screamed once the door was shut. The bathroom was so small that their bodies were pressed together.

"How can I not jump to conclusion when I know it was Chris's fault? Hollis would never do anything like that." Hallie retaliated. Before Lance could say anything back, the plane hit a bump. The shock forced Hallie to fall off balance, landing on Lance's chest. The plane jerked again, making their lips meet. They both quickly pulled away from each other. Hallie was still pressed against Lance and both of their breathing patterns increased. Then slowly, they both moved toward each other, meeting in a passionate kiss.

Emily's Dorm Room - The Next Day - Emily's P.O.V

"For the last friggin' time. I'm not going with you Deanna! I can't believe you! How do you expect me to go to a club, when I feel like shit?" I screamed.

I paced the room as Deanna's eyes followed me intently, watching my every move. I couldn't believe that knowing her this long she would understand that when I said no, I meant no. I wasn't in a good mood and I thought that nothing she said could persuade me to go. There are thousands of guys who are single and ready to mingle and I just wasn't ready for that yet. I didn't want to be involved with anything that brought back any pain about Justin, even though he still was number one in my heart and I wanted him back.

I bit my thumb nail in eagerness to hear what she had to say. Her eyes dimmed as they became angered and her fists began to tighten. She pushed down on the bed to lift herself up and walked over to the dresser where clothes were laid out on pulled out drawers. Flipping her hair back that hung in her face, I watched as she grabbed a few accessories, placing them on top of the dresser. She turned around with a big smile on her face, clapping her hands together as if nothing I said came into her mind.

" Girl, your opinion doesn't matter here because you are doing what I say. Now here, I picked out some clothes for you to wear tonight. Dry your little eyes and get dressed. We're going to par - tay!" Deanna said a little to enthusiastic as she swung her arms in the air and turned in a circle. I rolled my eyes at her little dance while I sat down in the roller chair and had my feet swing freely. I figured she wouldn't give up being an annoying idiot who always wanted her way . I groaned a little bit, watching her waving her hands to come over and see what she chose. I then slugged over to the dresser as she backed away.

" EEEeeee, look at that top! Do you really think green is my color?" I asked confused, holding up the button-up, three-quarter-sleeved shirt..

" Take your time, I'll be right outside...," she said as she opened the door and slid outside the crack. I could see that JC was waiting out there, pulling her waist towards him as she closed the door behind her. Knowing that, I knew that she wouldn't be waiting out there for long. I pulled on the clothes she had laid out on the dresser, including the earrings and sparkle clips here.

As I was dressing I thought about what I could do there. I certainly wouldn't have any joy out of dancing with other guys, and Deanna would have JC with her the whole time. Maybe I could sit in the bathroom the whole time. I put a bunch of foundation on to cover the black circles under my eyes from not getting enough sleep and tried to make the redness from my tears go away.

When I was ready I locked the door to see that Deanna wasn't in the hallway. I took a wild guess that her and JC were downstairs so I jetted for the elevator . I saw them sitting on a couch together laughing when I walked up to them, patting my skirt down to make sure that it was looking good.

" Looking nice!" JC shouted, dragging out the 'c' in nice, showing off his cute gap between his teeth. He bobbed his head up and down from impatience as I shyly thanked him." Green looks good on you."

Deanna bit her bottom lip as she took JC's hand and held close to his arm, almost tripping over the carpet in excitement. We went outside to get the car and I being the only one with a car, had to drive us. Deanna sat in front with me while JC sat in back, sticking his head up front to be part of the crowd.

Within 10 minutes we were at the club Deanna told me to drive to. I took a deep breath and walked in. Maybe I could have a good time is what I thought in my head. But I knew truly in my heart that I was lonely. I had to get over this sometime. I went through it once before and that was a lot worse. But I got through it. I can do this. As soon as I stepped inside, the music enclosed me.

I quickly recognized the song, yet someone was singing it live with an off key and squeaks in their voice. I glanced up to the stage and realized that it was a kareoke bar. The man on stage was trying unsuccessfully to sing Britney Spear's 'Crazy'. I tried to tune out the voice as I looked around the club.

I stood dumbfounded and wanted to smack Deanna for bringing me here. She helped me wake up from my daze at staring at the guy terribly singing and started to pull my hand. I glanced in the direction she was pulling me which was an area that was full of tables and unwanted people at the moment. The tears started to well up when I saw who was sitting there. JC must have scrambled ahead of us, and was laughing at something, while Justin sat there looking solemn and was unfazed by anything that was happening around him.

JC gazed over to our approaching bodies, standing up to greet us with his manly manner. I quickly broke free of Deanna's grasp and fled the club in a running dash with my three inch heels. How could she do this to me after all I have been through? Looking at his face with those rosy lips that I could still feel pressing against mine only made me want to drop to my knees. I thought I was brought here to have a wonderful time, try to enjoy myself and JC and Deanna bring along him.

I paced back and forth outside the club not letting the tears fall. Though it was the summer, the wind was strong. I rubbed my bare arms listening to the sound of the click from my shoes with the beat of the music. I kept breathing in and out and biting my bottom lip which was already quivering. Anything to keep them from slipping down my cheeks.

Within minutes, I felt someone wrap their arms around my shoulders which were already covered in goose bumps. I snapped my vision to the figure hovering above me. JC was standing there trying to comfort me. I looked in his eyes and the tears spilled over the edge. JC pulled me into a hug and just let me cry on his shoulder for a little while. It felt good to have someone to cry on. I wished it could have been Justin's shoulder, but this was the best I could get. Through my sobs, I heard JC's voice.

"Come on Em. Let's go back in. You don't have to sit by him. I just brought him here because he's miserable. Like you. You both need something to cheer yourselves up." JC soothed.

"I...don't...want..to..go back...in there.." I tried to get out in between my sniffles.

"Then do you want to talk about it? You don't always have to act so strong, like there's nothing going on inside of you. " JC questioned. I knew he was trying to help, but I felt anger creeping up on me.

"What makes you think I'm keeping something from you?" I said trying to sound secure. I couldn't help the tiny bit of doubt that came out in my voice.

" Now, I didn't ask that. But, I know. I can see it in your tears that you want Justin back. And don't deny that or else you wouldn't have run. But something is stopping you. I know he wants you back to and I know you know that, so that's not the problem. There's something else." I hugged him closer while he stroked my hair. He was right. Every single word. Yet, I couldn't let it come out. It hurt too much. The tears fell from my eyes again wetting JC's shirt.

"I'm sorry...I can't...it hurts...too much." I cried softly. I heard the click of Deanna's heels come towards us. I pulled away from JC and Deanna whispered something in his ear. He took off back into the club.

"You ok?" Deanna asked. I nodded and she pulled me back into the club. I heard 5 familiar chords being hit and break off into a tune that I had listened to everyday for the last year or so. I took a look at the stage, to see JC and Justin up there singing "I Want You Back." I smiled as I watched JC and Justin try to do a 5 part dance routine with 2 people. When it was over, I felt my heart reach out to Justin as JC came back to the table. Justin stayed on stage and went over to the person doing the music. Suddenly, I felt my heart pick up pace. If he started singing I wasn't going to be able to handle it. I tapped JC right before the music started.

"Get me a drink. You're the only one that can buy them." I told JC. He shook his head. "Dammit, JC! If you don't get me one right now, I'm leaving. I'm going to lose it." He got this panicked look on his face, as he went up to the bar. He came back just as Justin started the words.