The Threat
Author's Note- Yet another dedication, this one hopefully slightly more funny. Thanks for all the ideas guys, I should have plenty now! And I swear no one dies in this.
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Teen Crisis Hot line
10:36am
"Teenline, this is Kim, how can I help you?"
"Well, it's the other guys. They're…well, they're just so damn annoying I think I'm going to kill them."
"Well, what are they doing?"
"Well, J.C. always has to clean up after us, Lance can't take a joke, Joey won't stop flirting, and Chris, well that's a long story."
Kim thought for a minute. "Is this a prank?"
"No! Of course not! Look, I'm serious, I got a steak knife behind my back and I swear if Chris comes near me again…"
"Okay, just clam down," Kim replied. "You're Justin, right?"
"Yeah, how'd you know that?"
"Lucky guess. Look, you don’t want to kill the other guys, you wouldn't be famous anymore," Kim said.
"Yes I would! Everyone would love me!"
"But you'd go to jail."
"So?"
"Where everyone is bigger than you."
"Oh."
"Just talk it out with the guys. Maybe you should get away from each other for a while."
"Okay, I can do that."
"Good. Remember, just talk to them. They'll listen."
"Thanks."
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Teen Crisis Hot Line
12:00am
"Teenline, this is Kim."
"Look, your idea didn't work, and I swear to God if Chris even gets in my personal space HE'S GONNA BE MISSING AN ARM!"
"Look, Justin, calm down. What happened now?"
"I tried talking, but Lance started crying, J.C. ignored me, Joey tried to touch me, and Chris made fun of my hair and he WON'T SIT DOWN!"
Kim smiled despite the seriousness of it. "Well Justin, they probably don’t know they're bothering you."
"Oh they know all right! They're driving me insane!"
"Do you need someone to come help you?"
"Um…no cops. They make me nervous. You can come."
"Me?"
"I like your voice. We're at The Merriot down here on 3rd street. Room 608. Hurry."
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Kim drove down to the hotel not sure what to expect. She would be meeting Nsync, which she always dreamed of, but it was strictly business. Justin was really freaking out.
Kim got out of the car and headed up to the guy's room. She was about 5'8 with shoulder length brown hair and caring brown eyes. Even though she was black, guys of all types were attracted to her because of her good humor and good spirit.
Kim knocked on the door. Slowly, Justin opened it, then welcomed her in, keeping one hand behind his back. "Good, you're here," he smiled. "I got a plan."
Kim looked at the others. Chris and Joey were playing Twister, and J.C. and Lance were watching TV. "What's the plan?" she asked.
Justin smiled evilly. (Close your eyes) "I'm gonna cut off Joey's balls and give one to Lance and one to J.C., then I'm gonna chop off one of Chris's legs so he can't move so damn fast."
"Oh," Kim replied. "Well…uh…"
"Good plan, huh?"
"No! It's too messy, and its attempted murder! Now I want you to give me the knife."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Justin…"
"Fine," Justin mumbled, giving Kim the steak knife.
"Good. Now go sit on the couch and I'll be there in a minute."
Justin slowly walked over to the couch and sat down. Kim walked over to Chris and Joey, clearing her throat.
"Hey baby," Joey said, standing up and making Chris fall.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Kim asked.
"Sure can," Joey smiled. "We can do whatever you want."
Kim rolled her eyes. "Thing's fine. You two, on the couch."
Chris and Joey obeyed, and Kim found herself looking at all five members. "Justin is having problems with you guys, and I really think you should listen," she blurted.
"Justin's having a problem?"
"Yeah, you can tell us."
"My problem is you guys! Everybody just leave me alone!" Justin yelled, getting up. "You guys need to grow up!" With that, he was out the door.
Kim looked at the others. "Well, I guess I'll be going, nice meeting you!"
The guys looked confused as Kim left, thus ending another day at the teen hot line.
Finnis!
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