A Horrible Mistake
The invitation was as follows...
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JiVe ReCoRd PaRtY
Friday, April 17th
Jive Records Studios, NYC
All members are welcome!
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“So, uh, Chris, you going to that party next week?” Lance asked, his deep voice still containing that cute Southern drawl. “I hear they’re actually forcing some people to go...You know, to keep up a good image?”“Yeah, I know. And yeah, I’m going. Don’t know where I’m gonna find a date in time, though,” Chris sighed. He and Lance were in his apartment in Boston, sitting around the kitchen table. When the timer on the oven went off, Chris got up, grabbed some pot holders, and pulled their pizza out of the oven. “Hope you like pepperoni,” he said as he set the pizza on the table.“You could have ordered out, you know. Got some real pizza...You wanna talk about good pizza, you should have got some down home in...” Lance started to say.“In Mississippi. Yeah, I know. You know, things from Pennsylvania can be pretty good, too,” Chris laughed. Grabbing the pizza cutter, some plates and two cups, he sat back down at the table. “Anyway, you didn’t answer. Do you have a date for “The Party’?” Realizing he hadn’t put out any drink, Chris got up and grabbed a Pepsi from the fridge.Lance sadly shook his head. “My girl is out in Arizona and can’t make it for the party."“Your girl? Is that what you’re calling Jade now?” Chris laughed, opening the soda bottle. “Too bad. I really like her. You guys are good together.”“Thanks. Anyways, you wanna know who they’re forcing to come? I’ll give you two guesses but you’re only gonna need one,” Lance said, pouring himself a cup.“Britney?” Chris asked. Her career had been ruined when one of her implants had sprung a leak onstage. She had nothing to do with the public anymore, even though she had just put out a new CD.“Nope. Good guess, though...I guess you’re going to need that second guess after all,” Lance replied, pulling a hot slice from the pizza.“OK. Um...Jive people, Jive people...Oh, my God. Are you serious? They’re MAKING them come? You think that they’d be like the first ones there!” Chris exclaimed. “I mean, they are the almighty Backstreet Boys!” he giggled, almost splurging soda out his nose.“Yeah, well they don’t wanna go ‘cuz we’re going, and we don’t wanna go ‘cuz they’re going. Or so says the gossip column in the New York Times,” Lance said. “But I’m going. There are always good parties in NYC.”“Yeah, I’m going too. Even though I’ll be poor dateless Chris Kirkpatrick,” Chris sighed, eyes down, a smile on his face.With a remix of “Tearin’ Up My Heart” blasting out of the speakers of a huge sound system, the *NSYNC guys entered the Jive Party House (which was actually just the 38th floor of the building). Justin, proudly stroking his new goatee with one hand, the other arm around his fiancee Anya, walked immediately over to Britney, who had actually decided to show up. Her pregnancy was really noticeable now. Even though they had had a bad break up, Justin and Britney were still really good friends. “Thank God that’s not your baby,” Anya whispered in his ear.Joey had come of course with his latest girlfriend, Dylanna. JC had brought his wife Belinda, much to the record label’s distaste. (They still couldn’t deal with the fact she had once been a prostitute, and that’s how JC and her had met.) Jade had not been able to make it to the party, despite her and Lance’s best attempts. Chris and Lance went stag together. They were happy to note most of the guys from the newest act on the label, 2Gether, were also there single, except for Evan, who was with his girlfriend Leigh.“Let’s get the party rockin’ y’all!” Nick Carter shouted as he entered the room. All heads snapped toward the door, where the rest of the Backstreet Boys came into room, flaunting their new haircuts and girlfriends, all except for Brian (who was married to Lorelei). He had actually shown up in a suit...“What losers!” Chris muttered to Lance, then smiling his fake smile, walked over to Howie and shook his hand. “Howie, man, nice to see you again! How’s everything been with the family?” Since they had gone to college together and been under the same management for a time and were on the same record label, the two had remained good friends for over ten years. It was the rest of the Backstreet Boys Chris couldn’t stand. Brian, thinking he was all high and mighty just because he was married, Kevin, who thought he was hot shit because he slept with more women in a week than most see in a year, A.J...Chris didn’t even wanna go there...and Nick, who thought he was God’s gift to women even though he was so overweight it wasn’t funny...It was still a little weird to know that his only friend from the BSB was gay, though.“Chris, man!..Everything’s fine. My bro says I’m about to be an uncle, so that’s cool. I just bought a new house in London, too. Nice digs. Maybe you could come over sometime, huh?” Howie said, winking. Both men laughed. Howie knew Chris wasn’t gay, but they always joked like this when they got together.Across the dance floor, Lance was talking with Brian. “Yep, it’s true,” Brian was saying. “I still can’t believe it. I’m gonna be a daddy in a few months.” Leaning over to whisper to Lance, Brian said, “Speaking of bein’ daddies...Who knocked up Britney? Anyone we know?”“I’ve heard so many things...but the two names that pop up the most are Alex Trebek and Snoop Dogg. Not to be rude, but she is a major skank,” Lance whispered back. Brian nodded in agreement, then noticed Lorelei standing near the couch, sipping on a glass of water. Beckoning to her, she came over and sat on his lap.“Hey, Lance...Or should I say James?” she smiled, touching his shoulder. “I’m guessing by the huge grin on Bri’s face he’s told you the good news already.”“Yeah...Congratulations, you guys,” Lance said, jealous of what Brian had. Lance had wanted so bad for Jade to be there...Oh, well. When he looked back over to the happy couple, he was embarrassed to see them practically making out, Brian’s hand rubbing Lorelei’s stomach. “And that’s my cue to leave,” he sighed. Noticing Chris standing alone over by the bar, Lance decided to go join him for company. Everyone else at the party seemed to be ignoring them...About three hours later everyone at the party was totally drunk, except for Britney and Lorelei (they being pregnant and all). Even Aaron Carter, only sixteen years old, was tipsy. “That’s what you get when a whole bunch of huge egos get together and they challenge each other to drinking games,” Britney sighed, disgusted. She and Lorelei had gotten together when their husbands had gone off to the bar.“That and the five kegs Mr. Big-Shot-Producer-Man brought in,” Lorelei laughed. Britney really wasn’t as bad as the press said she was. A little stuck up, yes...but overall not a bad person. Maybe just a nice girl desperate for attention.Just then both women looked up to see Chris and Lance stumbling across the floor, making their way towards the door. Lorelei could hear their loud boisterous laughter, even over the loud music. “Oh, man, I hope they’re not driving home,” Lorelei said, a look of concern on her face. “But why would they drive? They’re members of *NSYNC. They could have others drive for them,” she joked, and Britney laughed along with her. Lorelei noticed Brian weaving his way toward her, and she sighed. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Britney,” she said, and pulling out a piece of paper and a pen, scribbled her email address on it. “Here’s my email address if you wanna keep in touch. I gotta go help Brian before he falls and makes a total ass of himself. Bye!” she waved, walking toward her husband.“Bye, now!” Britney called. She smiled. “There ARE nice people out there,” she said to herself, putting the paper in her purse. Glancing at her watch, she noticed it was well past two in the morning. ‘Whoa! I gotta get home!’ she thought. Britney left the building, and looking down the street, she heard Lance and Chris singing “Bye, Bye, Bye” very loudly as they entered a hotel. “Retards,” she thought aloud, getting into her limo. “Drunken retards.”Chris slowly made his way up to the counter of the hotel. “Look presentable” was the unspoken rule of all celebrities, even if they were totally smashed. “Hello, Miss, uh,” he paused, leaning in to read her name tag, “Kendra Llewellyn. I would like a room for the night, please. Oh, and one for my friend here.” He flashed his smile at her, hoping to get some recognition and therefore, a good room. She just got up and grabbed the guest sign-in book, and checked the computer for what rooms were available.“Well, let’s see...We only have one room available,” she said with a full New York accent. “Each room has two beds though, if you gentlemen would care to share a room.” Glancing down at the guest registration, her suspicions were confirmed. ‘Oh, my God. It is Chris Kirkpatrick and Lance Bass. Wow,’ she thought.“I guess. I mean, if that’s alright with you, Lance,” Chris said. Lance nodded. He had a serious urge to puke, and Chris could see it on his face. “Could we get it quickly, please?”“Okay. Here’s your key, gentlemen, and it’s eighth floor, room 821. Room service is 33 if you need anything. Enjoy your stay,” Kendra shouted after them as they rushed across the lobby to the elevator. Lance now had one hand over his mouth, the other hand over his stomach.They reached their room just in time. Lance burst inside and ran for the bathroom. Only a few seconds later, Chris heard him gagging from the bathroom. “Eeww,” he thought aloud. “Man, if only every peoples could hold their alcohol as good as I me.” He then proceeded to trip over nothing and fall on the bed. As soon as he hit it, he passed out.A few minutes later, Lance wobbled out of the bathroom, wiping at his mouth. “Ech. Damn it, I’m giving up drinking forever,” he muttered. Seeing Chris face down on the bed, he laughed, then jumped up on the bed, bouncing up and down. “Chris, Chris, Chris...wake up!” he shouted, falling on his butt. “Dude, come on, this is my bed, it’s comfierest,” he said, shoving at Chris. A few pushes later, Chris fell off the bed, hitting his head on the nightstand.“Fuck it, that hurt!” he yelled, slowly regaining consciousness.“Well, I’m sor-ry!” Lance said, pulling him back up on the bed. “You were just sprawled all over the bed...Gross! You got somethin’ on the front of your shirt!” Lance pointed at a greenish smear on Chris’s shirt and Chris, looking down, immediately pulled it off. Lance stared at Chris’s chest and asked, “Hey, man, have you been working out?”“Yeah...Why?” Chris asked, getting nervous. Lance was staring at him pretty hard. Glancing down, Chris noticed Lance was getting pretty hard, too. “Okay, I thinks you need to crawl over to your bed now, Bass.”“Why? You afraid I’m gonna do somethin’? Jeez, Chris, how long have we known each other...Don’t you trust me?” Lance slurred. Chris nodded, falling back on the pillows. Lance leaned over and proceeded to kiss Chris, deep and long, his tongue wrapping around his. Chris brought his knee up and hit Lance in the crotch.“What the HELL is wrong with you?” he shouted as Lance rolled himself into a ball, arms wrapped around his stomach.Gasping, Lance said, “Hey, can you not say you didn’t like it?”After a long pause, Chris admitted, “Okay...You are a good kisser...A great kisser. Hey...am--am I a good kisser?”“Well, I don’t know. Maybe we should try kissing again,” Lance said, a smirk on his face. He couldn’t believe it but he had enjoyed the kiss. “I’m not gay, relax. We’re experimentating. Everybody does that.”“Alright. As long as we don’t tell anyone!” Chris warned. Lance sat up and put one hand behind Chris’s head, pulling him to his lips. This time both men got into the kiss, tongues rolling and wrapping around in each other, first in Lance’s mouth, then in Chris’s. Lance started pushing Chris back gently on the bed until he was laying on top of him. “What’re you doing?” Chris asked nervously.“I told you to relax...Trust me, pal,” Lance said, pulling off his shirt, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, then Chris’s. Reaching over to the nightstand, Lance flicked off the light.About thirty minutes later, both men fell asleep under the covers, totally naked, Chris wrapped in Lance’s arms. That morning when Chris woke up, he screamed, jumping out of the bed. Lance woke up hearing Chris yelling and seeing himself naked, and Chris naked, and the totally rumpled bed, also started yelling. “Oh, shit! What the hell happened last night?”“Oh, no. Oh, God, no. I remember what happened. Oh, fuck no. We will never bring this up again, you got that Lance?” Chris shouted, grabbing a blanket off the bed and wrapping it around himself. “I...am gonna go take a shower, and I am locking the door.”“Okay, calm down. Last night was just a horrible mistake. We were very, very, VERY drunk. Let’s forget it. Let’s never mention it again. Deal?” Lance asked, holding out his hand. Chris quickly shook it, then headed off for the bathroom, shaking his head.
