And here she was, hiding from
Nsync, under lead vocalist J.C. Chasez's bed. She wasn't sure what would
happen to her if she were found, and she didn't want to find out, although
nothing could be worse than the humiliation of having to face J.C. and look
him in the eye after being shamelessly caught cowering under his bed like a
twelve-year old teeny-bopper. She prayed that Jennifer had enough sense to
hide from the guys. Her breath caught in her throat as she heard a male's
voice scream, "My shirt! Look what you did to my shirt!" Angela began
whimpering, closing her eyes praying a hole would open up and swallow her
whole. She gasped as the door to J.C.'s bedroom was swung open and in entered
J.C. muttering curses. She could only see his feet; the bread spread not
quite falling to floor. "Can't believe Justin spilt coke all over my favorite
shirt." She heard him mutter to himself. He had such a sexy voice! She had to
bite the inside of her cheeks to keep from screaming when his shirt fluttered
down to the floor landing in front of her. Her heart began to beat
erratically against her chest threatening to burst out. "J.C. baby, you okay?"
She heard Lance's deep baritone voice ask with concern. As the blonde entered
into the bedroom and sauntered his way over towards J.C. "'Baby'?" She
mouthed silently, confusion etching itself on her pretty features. It
couldn't be. It wasn't. Was it? She Lance's feet stop in her line of view,
next to the soiled shirt lying down on the carpeted floor. J.C. walked over
to Lance. Two pairs of legs came together forming a four-legged human. They
weren’t. They wouldn't? It wasn't possible. Was it? "Yeah I'm okay honey."
J.C. murmured. AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! Angela screamed in her head. She bit
her lips and clenched her fists to keep from flopping around on the floor
with laughter, alerting them of her presence. She scooted up more closely to
the edge of the bed hoping to see more. She wasn't able to see them but she
was however able to see their reflections in the mirror. What she saw made
her start to tremble. Some how she wasn't horrified. It was funny! J.C. and
Lance were locked in a passionate embrace. Reluctantly, they separated,
releasing their hold on one another. Tenderly, Lance pushed a lock of J.C.'s
hair out of his eyes with a gentle caress. Angela's jaw dropped. Silent
laughter ready to bubble out. "I love you." Lance whispered his hands began
methodically stroking J.C.'s bare chest. "Um...someone's been working out."
Lance murmured kissing J.C.'s face. Angela clasped her hands over her mouth
too keep from screaming. This was wrong on so many levels. Before she had
thought she was going to die of humiliation, she had been wrong, she was
going to die all right, only she were going to die from laughter. Her sides
ached to release the laughter that was threatening to overcome her. "Lance."
J.C. hoarsely, passion building in him threatening to destroy him. He pulled
Lance into his arms in a tight embrace. "Make love to me baby." Lance cried
collapsing into his lover's arms weak from wanting. The bed grew heavy as two
bodies intertwined with one another pressing against it. Angela couldn't stop
herself; a small laugh escaped her lips. "What was that?" J.C. asked.
"I don't care, ride me Joshua." Lance murmured pulling J.C. back to him. "Oh
my god! I have to get out of hear." Angela shrieked silently to herself. It
was already going to take months of therapy to repair the damage that had
been done. Slowly, she crawled out from under the bed on all fours, when a
pair of boxers landed on her head. That was the last straw. Her laughter
surfaced, bursting fourth from her chest causing her to fall onto the floor.
"What?" Lance and J.C. yelled. Angela took one look at them and started
rolling around on the floor laughter bellowing from her. Lance was handcuffed
to the bedpost while J.C. wore a French maid outfit. She stumbled up towards
the door dizzy with laughter. J.C. angrily jumped from the bed and started
towards her. "Gotta go." Angela straightened throwing open the door and
quickly running out. "Jenny! Run!" She yelled. "J.C.!" Lance called out
still cuffed to the bed. Justin, Joey, and Chris all jumped up from the couch
no longer watching the porn that was on the tube and turned to J.C. "What?"
They all yelled in shock. "Oh my god!" Joey screamed falling to the floor
bellowing with laughter. Jennifer threw open the door to Joey's room and ran
out, her eye's wide with panic and stopped taking notice of J.C.'s getup.
"What?" She shrieked. Bodyguards rushed into the chaotic room and started
after Angela and Jennifer. Both girls took one last look at the J.C. before
rushing out of the Penthouse and towards the elevator, which opened just in
time as they entered. "Come on, close!" Jennifer shouted hitting buttons.
The doors closed just J.C. got there. "Oh my god!" Jennifer shouted falling
down with laughter. "Was that J.C. wearing a French Maid outfit?" Angela
nodded wiping tears away from her eyes. "J.C. and Lance are lovers."
"No!" Jenny cried holding her aching sides. Once they reached the first floor
both girls discreetly exited the cart heading towards the front doors. When
Angela caught a glimpse of two rather large angry looking bodyguards and
grabbed Jenny's hand both girls making a run for it. They tore out of the
hotel as though the hounds of Hell were after their souls. Jenny dug into her
pockets for her keys only stopping long enough to unlock her and Angela's
door before throwing the car into reverse. Both said nothing for a while as
Jenny drove on the freeway. Stopping at a red light, Jennifer turned to
Angela. "Admit it. You're glad you came with me."
"Sure. I just hope you have enough money to pay for my therapy bills." Angela
grinned back at her friend. Both girls laughing all the way home.
The End
Note From Writer: Okay keep in mind, that I love Nsync, and JC is my FAV. I didn't write this
to be mean, just to be...funny? Kay thanks bye.
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