Anyway, the little girls will have to learn to deal with it. I’m only fucking human. Hey. I’m only fucking human. Yeah, I’m fucking humans. Sure. I fuck a lot of people. I’ve even fallen in love. That lasted for about three months. Can you tell that I’m not exactly a long lasting relationships boy? If not, I am. I thought it was quite obvious (Yea right).
Almost every night after we have a concert, or even if we don’t have a concert, we go to clubs, and drink. We, as in me, and my four *NSYNC friends. And lots of other friends, too. We get drunk, party, and have sex. No, none of us are virgins, even if two of us must say that we are to please the media who try to make us out to be innocent.
On our new album/CD thing, No Strings Attached, there’s only, like a couple songs on there that really and truly represent us. Digital Get Down for one, but even that lies. We’re not about phone sex, and cyber sex. It’s all the real thing for us. Just got Paid, well, since that’s about partying and money, it represents us slightly. The same thing goes for Bringin’ Da Noise. And the song, I’ll Be Good For You? The one Justin wrote? He used his imagination. Nothing in that song was true. Except where he was saying things like ‘you know I’ll be good for you’ because he thinks he’s the shit.
All lot of the girls do too, obviously, from the crowd he gets. He is never alone when we go out. Always surrounded by girls. No, not girls, really. Girls can’t go into clubs and shit. He opts mainly for the older fans that he has.
And about Lance being shy? Bullshit. He’s almost like Joey. He just doesn’t publicize it. Nine out of ten times that he goes for women, he gets what he wants. The shy bit just works for him. Women love how he seems all timid, and coy, and shit. They go for that, for some reason. I think it’s because he isn’t coming on like a drunken bastard like some people do. He even has this little act where he gets all flustered and stutters, and it’s really funny to watch. Especially when it works because women feel sorry for him, and . . . it’s so funny.
And Joey? Joey just goes in for the kill. And the women hang around him anyway, because they know he’ll go for it. They figure, “Hell, I might as well start the flirting”. Girls usually come up to him.
JC is forward. If he wants someone, and he normally knows which ones they are, he’ll go for it. The ones he normally goes for, are the bisexual chicks. Or as some people call them, Lipstick Lesbians. The feminine ones. But he’s got an eye for spotting them. He loves to watch girl on girl action, and all that. And usually, if he makes a mistake and gets a straight girl, they’ll frequently do it for him anyway, because he’s JC. *NSYNC’s fearless leader. Because, oh, ‘when will they get this chance again’?
“Yo, where’s that girl’s number from last night?” I yelled down the stairs to JC.
“Justin, how am I supposed to know that?” came his reply. “You were the one who had it. Maybe it’s stuck in your hair somewhere!”
“Funny, funny,” I mumbled. I looked in the mirror thoughtfully, and put my pick down on the countertop, and quickly ran my hands through my hair. Nope, nothing. I gave a short laugh when I realized what I’d just done. I couldn’t believe that I searched my hair for a piece of paper.
Why was I looking for this piece of paper so hard anyway? It wasn’t like I wouldn’t be getting any action tonight, anyway. I quickly ran over the possibilities in my head. 1) Go out, 2) find some hot girl, 3) have sex after I smoke some weed, 4) wake up in the morning and leave, so she takes the hint and goes home. Sounds okay to me.
But of course, the girl from last night was good. No, not good. Great. Awesome. Words couldn’t begin to describe how good in bed she was. Madeline. That was her name. She wasn’t the best I’d ever had, but she was pretty fucking far up there on the list. Yea, sure, it could have been the alcohol, but I drink every night, and no one else ever seemed that great.
“Are you done yet?” JC poked his head into the bathroom and looked at me curiously. He raised one eyebrow at me, and I gave myself one last look in the mirror to make sure I looked better than he did. I did, no surprise there.
“Hey there, sweetheart,” I crooned to a young looking girl. She sat at the bar casually sipping her drink, and watching the room. She glanced at me for a second, and went back to what she had been doing. It would be a chase. Well, I was in that kind of mood, thankfully. “What’s your name?”
“Kathleen,” she told me, without looking at me.
“Kathleen,” I repeated. I took an olive, and stuck it in my mouth. Swallowing it, I said, “Love that name. I’m -”
“JC Chasez, yea, I know. My little sister is a big fan of you,” she remarked. Her eyes rolled. “And Justin ‘He’s so adorable!’ Timberlake,” she squealed, obviously mocking her younger sister. She got off her seat and faced me. “Well?” She smiled invitingly.
My eyes searched hers. “Let’s go,” I told her, nodding my head towards the door. She lead the way out of the club, and to what seemed to be her truck.
“I’ve heard about you guys,” she began. “And not any of that teenybopper crap. I’m not stupid.”
I let out a cough. This was a first. Most of the time they girls didn’t just tell me their name, then take me out to their car to have sex in the back. “So, what have you heard?”
“Well, I come here a lot, and so do you and your friends. They take you and several others to a back room to watch girls dance, and make out. In fact, I know you’ve taken some of them home before.” She gave me a smile that clearly said, ‘I told you I’m not stupid. Now let’s see if you are’.
“That’s true,” I shrugged. “All in love and war. Or whatever you want to call it.”
She took out her keys, and unlocked her truck. “Get in,” she said, nodding her head to the side door. I walked around to the other side, and got in.
“So . . . ” I began, making myself as comfortable as I possibly could. My smile faltered somewhat, as she started the car, and pulled out of the parking lot. "Where are we headed?"
"You'll see," Kathleen said with a suggestive grin.