A Day (Night) In The Life

Author's Note- Just a bunch of goofy images my insane mind conjured up in a series of days.

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*Boom boom boom boom bang tink*

"I swear, I'm gonna kill him..."

*Boom boom bang bang boom bang tink*

"Chris! Shut the hell up!"

*Ba-boom*

J.C. rubbed his hands down his face. "Oh. My. God. I'm gonna kill him."

Finally Justin turned the hotel light on. "Chris! If you don't knock it off, I'm gonna Stomp you- where it hurts!"

Chris looked at the owlishly. "What? I'm making music Justin. Something that requires more talent than singing and batting your eyes."

J.C. groaned. "Chris, just because you can bang on things loudly doesn't mean you can run away and join Stomp. They're two different things."

*BOOM*

J.C. jumped out of bed, rage burning in his eyes. He marched over to Chris and grabbed the shorter man by his necklace, then proceeded in dragging him to the door. "OUT!"

Chris stumbled out in the hall, Joey's drumsticks in one hand; empty tin trash can in the other. As the door slammed shut in his face, he uselessly stuck out his tongue.

The door opened again and J.C. shoved out a growling Busta with his foot.

"And take you flea ridden dog with you. Why don't you sleep in your own room, or better yet, I think I hear Joey calling you."

"Fine. Joey loves me more anyway," Chris shot back.

J.C. rolled his eyes and shut the door again.

Chris looked down at the Pug, then around the empty hall. "Well boy, let's go see your Uncle Joe."

Busta looked up at Chris with big brown eyes.

Chris played a sloppy drum roll on J.C.'s door quickly, then turned and ran down the hall, Busta nipping at his heels.

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*Snooore*

"Chris..."

*Snort*

With a groan, Joey covered his face with a pillow.

*Snooore*

Joey sighed and threw the covers down. The cool air hit him and he shivered, becoming all the more grumpy. Clumsily he stumbled to the bed Chris and 'the mutt' were occupying and hovered over the brunette.

Chris shifted in his sleep. *Snort, gag*

Joey hit him upside the head with pillow.

"What? Who? Tennis?"

Joey rolled his eyes. "OUT."

Chris sat up, rubbing his eyes. Busta was in his lap, licking his chin.

"Joey, what's your problem?"

Joey crossed his arms. "My problem is that it's two thirty in the morning and YOUR STUPID DOG IS SNORTING!"

"Joey, Pugs are suppose to snort, it's the way their nose is designed-"

"I DON'T CARE!! OUT!"

Chris sighed and looked at Busta. "I told you not to sleep on your back," he murmured. "Fine Joey, we'll leave now. Have a nice night. I hope this eats at your conscience."

Joey glared.

Chris got out of bed, now only in his boxers, grabbed Busta, and then headed for the door. "Fine, we're going, happy now?"

"Very."

Chris shuffled his feet and kept his head down. He had a talent for looking pathetic, but Joey had long since grown immune. "Okay, we're leaving now. Bye. Loser."

Man and dog were left staring at a door.

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Chris knocked on the door for the fourth time. "Justin, please let me in."

There was a soft moan from the other side. "Chris...go away."

"Justin, if you don't let me in there, I'm gonna beat the door down, and you know I can because this isn't even real wood and it's a hotel door and you always see those cop shows where they bust down hotel doors all the time so I think I could do it too..."

"Chris, I swear to God...oh yeah..."

Chris cocked his head and listened. Five feet below him, Busta mimicked his actions. "Are there two people in there?" he asked, fairly loudly for a hotel hall.

There was no response except for a few soft moans. Chris thought for a minute. "EW! ARE YOU AND BRITNEY HAVING SEX?"

After a couple seconds, the door jerked open and Justin's hand was wrapped firmly around Chris's wrist. "Get in here," he growled.

"Watch Busta's-"

*Yelp!*

"Tail," Chris sighed, watching the Pug rocket past him and jump on the bed.

Justin pinned Chris against the closed door. "What the hell do you want?

Just what is so important that you HAVE to get in here when me and my girlfriend are making love?"

Chris wrinkled his nose and looked around Justin, smiling at Britney.

Then he looked back to Justin. "So you guys really were having sex? Aw man, I'm sorry..."

"You are not," Justin argued. "Now give me one good reason I shouldn't beat your ass."

"I just wanted to room with you tonight," Chris said softly. He stuck out his lower lip and forced his eyes to fill with tears, then gazed at Britney, who was sitting under the covers and petting Busta.

Britney looked at him and immediately felt sorry for the older man. She got out of bed, dressed in her bra and panties and came up behind the enraged Justin. "Justin baby, let him stay. He's so lonely."

"Like his ugly ass dog," Justin agreed, not backing down.

*Sniff* "My dog is not ugly, he's just...different."

"Aww, Justin, you big ass, let go of him and let him stay," Britney said, placing a hand on Justin's bare biceps. "Can't you see that he's about to cry?"

Justin's mouth dropped, along with his hand. "You actually believe his crap?"

Britney gently led Chris to the huge bed and sat him down. "Chris, you poor thing. Won't anyone else take you in?"

"No. Nobody else likes me."

"Awww..." Britney cooed, looking sadly at Justin as he hugged Chris.

Justin shook his head and sat down at the head of the bed, obviously pissed off.

Chris continued to play up Britney. "J.C. kicked me out because I was trying to make music like Stomp, then Joey kicked me out because Busta was snoring and now I have no one to room with," he finished, managing a tear.

"They are so insensitive," Britney said. "You can stay with us anytime Chris. We'll never turn you away." Justin snorted. "I know how hard your break up with-" Chris's lip began trembling. "Well, I know how much you need a friend right now. We're always here for you."

"Thanks Britney," Chris sniffed. "I'm sorry I interrupted you guys."

"Justin can wait," Britney replied, rather quickly. "It's no big deal. I think Justin is more worried about his friend's feelings anyway."

Another snort from Justin.

Chris yawned. "Well I'll go to sleep now, if that's okay with you."

"Sure sweety, that's okay with me," Britney replied. "Justin, move."

"What?" Justin asked incredulously.

"Chris is tired, move."

"Where am I going to sleep?" Justin asked.

Britney looked at the floor.

"Oh no. This is MY room. I will NOT sleep on the floor in my own room."

"I'm not giving you a choice," Britney replied.

"But-"

"Justin Randal Timberlake. You sleep on the floor or no sex for a week."

Justin was on the floor.

"I love you Britney," Chris smiled as he lay down on the edge of the bed, proud of his accomplishment but still keeping respectable distance from his best friend's girlfriend.

"You're sweet Chris. Goodnight."

"Night." And Chris fell asleep.

"Goodnight?" Justin questioned the darkness.

Finish

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