*OPENING GREETING - I was thinking about some e-mails I got last night.. about how my story doesn't really go with the title. And how it has taken like a month and a half to have 2 days completed in this story. While poo on you! Hehe. The story most likely will eventually go with the title, and it already kind of does! I guess... and it is just like a soap opera. You go for weeks at a time and the characters are still in the same clothes! Atleast my characters are changing their underwear every now and then! And about the title thing. That goes for a lot of shows too! For instance, does General Hospital even take place in a hospital anymore?? Does Days of Our Lives actually take up WEEKS of OUR lives to finish one day?? Are the Young and the Restless still young and restless?? The answer to all these questions of course is NO! Godammit! I just found out that Brian married that Chihuahua look-a-like of a fiance! I'm so pissed! No wait... it's okay. It's not like I had a chance with him.... but GOD! He could do so much better!... no, Jamie, whatever makes him happy... but she's not good enough for him!... you don't know that! you've never met her! Leighanne could be the nicest person in the world!... how the hell would you know!? It's not like you ever met her!... and neither have you so I suggest you stop your ramblings and intro the freakin' story!... you can't tell me what to do!... wanna bet?... ya!... fine!.... you're on! ----- while my personalities fight it out, you can go continue to read the final part (just joking!)... the next part of It's Gonna Be Me, and I'm going to go take my prozzak.
Enjoy!*
*DISCLAIMER - You know it. You hate it. But everyone has to do it. I am in no way affiliated with anything to do with NSYNC and the Backstreet Boys and I am totally unsure of any of their sexualities. Except Kevin and Brian. (Honestly I hope that Brian's marriage is a cover up (GOD DAMN LEIGHANNE! - from: the bitch personality.) but, well, whatever! Hehe - Think about it though! One of them has to be gay! You don't spend 5 years on a bus with 4 other hot guys and not get a little curious! LOL) I do not mean to imply that any of the boys are gay even though it might seem like it in the story. Blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, yadda, let's get on with the good stuff!
********************* It's Gonna Be Me - Part 10 *********************
"I can't fucking believe this!" Justin yelled.
Lance stood up quickly and ran towards Justin. "Just, it's not what it looks like." Lance pleaded.
"You bastard!" Justin pushed Lance aside. He walked towards Nick and laced him across the face.
"I saw that! You are fucking trying to break Lance and I up!?!? You heartless asshole!" Justin screamed.
"Justin, it's not what it looks like!" Nick said grabbing his cheek.
"It's exactly what it looks like Nick! You pushed Lance onto Brian so when I came in the room I would think something was going on... well now I do! I can't believe I even considered being your friend again!" Justin said enraged.
"Justin you can't be mad at me! I love you!" Nick said desperatly.
"As if, Nick. You can't love me. You don't even know what love is. You think having a crush on the first person you see and doing whatever it takes to break them up with their boyfriend so that you might actually have a chance with them? That's not love Nick. I could never love you. You're caniving, manipulative, decietful, hearltess, ruthless, mindless, loveless, hopeless... and now your friendless." Justin grabbed Lance's hand and left the room, leaving all his doubts of Lance with Nick and Brian.
Nick's heart ached. He began to get dizzy. He slowly lurched over towards Brian on the couch and plopped down. His eyes remained wide open, not blinking even once. All of the sudden he leaned on Brian's shoulder and began to cry hysterically.
"I'm not wearing this!" Britney shouted angrily at her stylist, Valerie.
"You look beautiful! Sexy! Radiant! Glowing! Extatic! -"
"I look like whore!" Britney cut her off plainly.
"Hellooo? The men in the audience will want to see a little skin, missy." Val said perkily.
"Isn't it illegal to wear this short of a skirt?" Britney argued.
"Hellooo? You know you have the legs to pull this off. Besides, it suits you!" Val defended the skirt.
"So you're saying I look like I'm the kind of person who works the street corners?" Britney shot back.
"Hellooo? You -"
"If you say 'hello' one more time I'm going to be saying 'good-bye' to the ambulance that's carrying you in it!" Britney snapped. "Now get out of the way so I can choose something suitable for an audience of young people instead of an audience of horny men at a strip club."
"Listen Miss. 'Hit Me Baby One More Time' you better watch it!"
"Really? Well you know why 'Baby' hit me in the first place? Cause I hot him first! Hard! Now I suggest you get your scrawny ass out of my sight before I knock your head so far down you'll be crappin' through your mouth!"
"Uh... am I interupting something here?" Lance said almost shyly when he entered the room.
"Lance, hi!" Britney said cheerfully. "Great to see ya, hun!"
"Good to see you too Brit." Lance said with a small smile.
"What is it, bud?" Britney asked.
"Well I'm kind of down, and I want to talk to you about something." Lance said as he saw Valerie move closer to the two of them all the sudden.
"Out" Britney motioned to Val as she pointed towards the door.
"Dammit." Val said as she closed the door behind her.
"Bitch." Britney muttered with a pissed off look on her face. "So! What's the story angel face?" Britney asked happily. "..and why do you want to talk to me... instead of that cute boyfriend of yours." She winked.
"Well, because it involves him... you see, something happened tonight... and it wasn't good." Lance looked towards his source of hiding... the floor.
"Oh, shit - what happened now... You didn't hurt him did you? If you did, I swear i'll-"
"No, Brit, I didn't do anything to hurt Justin. I love him." Lance defended himself.
"Sorry, cutie... it's just that I look out for Justin, and he looks out for me. He's like my little brother... only older.. I mean, not by much... it's just that I have a later birthday than he does and... ow! My head hurts... I'm having a blond moment." Britney joked grabbing her head in mock-pain making Lance laugh.
"You always know how to make me happy Brit." Lance smiled as he walked forward and gave her a hug.
"Well aren't we touchy-feely tonight... what's with you gorgeous?" Britney asked as she ended the hug.
"Nothing anymore beautiful." Lance said as he turned for the door. "Thanks Brit."
"For what?? I didn't do anything!?" Britney shouted in confusion.
"For making me feel better." Lance looked over he shoulder as he spoke.
"But didn't tell me what's going on! You have to tell me!" Britney demanded.
"Later, Brit." Lance laughed.
"No! Now! I need something to go on Lance! You can't just tell me something's up and leave me here hanging!" Britney pouted as she followed Lance out the door.
"Later, Brit." Lance repeated as he walked down the hall.
"Just a bit of info!? Lance? LANCE!" Britney shouted.
"Oh, Brit! Wait a second..." Lance swung around.
"Yes??" Britney asked happily.
"You're not gonna wear that on stage tonight are you?" Lance laughed and continued walking.
"Ugh!" Britney pouted as she walked in and slammed the door to her dressing roomand leaned against it. "Men!"
"Who is it?" Brian asked as he heard a knock on the door.
"It's JC."
Brian stood up from the couch slowly and walked towards the door. He opened it just as slowly.
"Hey JC... come on in." Brian said solemnly.
"Thanks." He replied.
"What is it?" Brian asked.
"Well I just wanted to talk to you about something that has been on my mind for a while.. and since everyone's ready for the show and we have a bit of time I was wondering if we could chat..." JC asked kindly.
"What's on your mind JC?" Brian asked motioning for JC to sit beside him on the couch.
"Well, remember yesterday when you um... well, when we, uh.. kissed?" JC spoke shyly.
"Very well." Brian smiled.
"Well, I was just wondering if there was anything behind that kiss? Did you feel anything? Because.. well, I did." JC looked Brian in the eyes but was fairly nervous.
"Oh, god... JC. I didn't want to lead you on. That's the last thing I would do. I don't know why that kiss took place at all. I guess I was just a little lonely and I needed some comfort."
"Oh, I see... well I'm kind of lonely too, and since we're both not seeing anyone, maybe we could, well, um.." JC couldn't spit the words out.
"Uh, JC. I'm kind of interested in someone right now... actually I'm really interested in someone." Brian tried to let JC down gently.
"Do you mind if I ask who?" JC asked a question Brian didn't expect.
"Well, uh... sure. I guess. It's Lance."
"Lance?? You actually have a thing for him? I thought that was a joke!? Besides. He's not even available. He's got Justin, Brian!" JC spoke with a clear mind and a full heart.
"I know JC, I know. I just don't think I'm going to be able to get over him for a while. My feelings for him are pretty intense." Brian explained. "But when I do get over him, I'll know who to come to..." He smiled.
"heh, thanks" JC blushed.
"You're a really great guy JC. Anyone would be very lucky to have someone special like you." Brian spoke sincerely.
"Ditto Brian. But while we're talking... I want you to know that I want that someone to be you." JC couldn't believe how open he was being about his feelings.
"I'm really flattered JC. It's great to know that there is a wonderful guy out there who wants me." Brian smiled. "We may just have to spend a little more time together."
"That would be great!" JC was extatic.
The two just sat there for some time not speaking.
"Um, Brian. Can I ask you something?" JC asked shyly.
"Sure."
"Can I kiss you?" JC felt he was way too blunt but he wanted to take a chance. He prepared for Brian's refusal and waited for an answer.
"Only if I can kiss you back." Brian smiled widely.
JC was so overwhelmed with his feelings he immediatly leaned forward and pressed his lips tight against Brian's. Brian moaned with plessure between breaths as their kiss intensified.
KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK "10 minutes till show time." A voice came from the other side of the door.
JC pulled away slowly. "I guess we have to go."
Brian's face was flushed and he was out of breath. "Do we have to?" He smirked.
"Brian, come on, I'll help you up." JC said right before Brian pulled his head back down and he kissed him.
Between breaths JC huffed "I guess we don't have to go... it's only the opening show, right?"
"Just, I can't take this, I've never been so nervous." Lance said as he was being mic'd up for the show.
"It's ok baby, you have me out there." Justin reassured him with a kiss.
"That was great, very sweet and all, but there are still like 50,000 people out there!" Lance worked himself up.
"Oh, is that all?" Justin smiled. "Look, Scoop, just picture 50,000 people in their underwear!"
"That doesn't work!" Lance complained.
"Fine then! Just picture me in my underwear!" Justin laughed.
"That just might work... you perv." Lance laughed along.
"You know you love it." Justin teased him.
"You're right. I do love you." Lance smiled and kissed Justin's lips gently.
"20 seconds till intro" A voice came from inside Lance's earpiece.
"Here we go." Lance said as he squeezed Justin's hand and waited for the music to start.
... what do you mean JC can sing better than Justin?... He can! His voice is beautiful!.... And you're saying Justin's isn't?... ---- I don't know how they got on the topic of 'Who's a Better Singer: Justin or JC' but I don't think I want to know either. So what did you think of that issue? I like Britney the best. She's so funny =) But I made her that way right? STOP THIS! You did this last chapter! Remember the migranes that came afterwards?? Cut it out!! -- Anyway, I kind of feel bad for Nick. Maybe he really loves Justin!? Or maybe he just wants to win him like he's some kind of trophy? But why can't Justin give him a chance? It's all so sad... =(... I will not cry! I will not cry!... there. I didn't cry. OK! Send you're comments about this issue, the story in general, or what the hell I'm on, to ItsGonnaBeMeStory@yahoo.com See ya!