Golden Child

By:  Julie

 

For as long as I could remember back, he was the ‘Golden Child.’

 

And of course, together, they were the ‘golden couple.’

 

I had heard people call them that, actually. ‘Pop’s Golden Couple,’ they’d say, and I’d roll my eyes and move on because I knew it wasn’t the truth, because she was as fake as Dolly Parton’s breasts and he couldn’t see that. He was just in love with her, and he couldn’t see beyond that. Even when she wouldn’t come to visit him anymore because she had found someone who was better in bed than he was so she didn’t need him anymore.

 

But he couldn’t see that.

 

So I would sit outside with his friends and we would drink, and Chris and I would smoke, and JC would get so drunk that we’d have to carry him back to the room. And then Chris and I would play ‘I Never’ until I passed out or puked. And the next morning when we’d come out of the rooms, Justin would grin at us and shake his head while Britney looked at us like we were like a fly in her drink.

 

I’m sure that it was a total shock to him when she walked in on him in bed with one of her dancers, when he went to visit her as a surprise.

 

It didn’t surprise us in the least.

 

JC and I proceeded to get smashed and were dancing on the table in the bar at the hotel when Justin got back. Of course, we were all there; because the only reason Justin had been able to manage a surprise visit was because we happened to be in the same city that night, because there had been a last minute thing scheduled and they’d been flown out.

 

So Justin’s choice revenge would be taking a dancer back to his room and letting Britney see him. And when he stormed into the hotel, the first dancer that he saw was me.

 

“Come on,” Justin said, pulling me down from the table. JC simply jerked Chris up on the table and made him dance.

 

“Wha…” I asked. I knew my words were slurred. Britney came in then.

 

“See, I DID IT BECAUE YOU WERE DOING IT!” she screamed.

 

“Nosh he washn’t,” JC slurred from the table. Chris put an arm around his drunken friend’s waist. JC almost fell off the table.

 

“He really wasn’t, Brit,” Chris said, backing JC’s drunken statement.

 

Justin pulled me off with him to his hotel room.

 

“Jushtin,” I protested.

 

I passed out before I got up there.

 

“Justin, where’s Sara?” I heard Chris demand the next morning.

 

“Where do you THINK?” Justin shot back.

 

Okay. I was naked and I was in his bed, but I didn’t remember anything.

 

Now this is the part where most people in the fan fiction world would think that he fell in love with me, or I was in love with him. But really, come on people. I passed out on the way to the guy’s room. He basically raped me.

 

I know that I looked like hell when I walked out into the hall, totally naked and hung over. But JC didn’t look much better, standing there behind Chris with his dark sunglasses on.

 

Chris gave the former golden child a look of death as he and JC rushed me off to my room.

 

The former golden child. No one would ever look at him the same again.

 

And no, there is no happy ending.

 

And no I didn’t acquire a famous boyfriend from the deal. That would just be perfect wouldn’t it? For me to get with Lance or Chris or JC from the deal?

 

Come on people, this is real life. Shit doesn’t happen like that. They’re friends, nothing more.

 

Like I want anything to do with them after that.

 

~+~+~+~+~+~

 

Sara: Josh?

 

JC: Yeah?

 

Sara: You think they believed that?

 

JC: Nah.

 

Sara: Oh well. I tried.

 

JC: Yup.

 

Sara: It was mostly the truth.

 

JC: Mostly.

 

Sarah: Hey, I TRIED, okay?

 

JC: Sarah, honey?

 

Sara: Yeah?

 

JC: The readers are watching.

 

Sara: Oh damn…

 

Both: *walk away quickly*

 

The End

 

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