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Chapter 3:
Joshua Chasez! It wasn't even Jerry! That lying son of a... Why did he lie? He must have thought that I wouldn't... But I... Oh, that little fucking son of a...
Well, I've been a little pissed since I fell for a guy that lied to me! Plus all his bios on the net says he hates liars! He must have lied about that too!! Stupid little...
Why, you may be wondering, am I still obsessed with a guy that wouldn't even tell me the right name? Well, I have a perfectly good explanation ... I'll, um, get back to you. Besides, the guests are arriving for the album-launch party now and I've got to greet them:
"Gwen!" Gwen Stafani, that is, "how good to see you! It's been forever! We've got to talk inside!"
"Em!" (inem) "It's about time you showed up. Don't pick a fight with any `pop sissies' like you did at my last party, okay?"
"Mark!" I pulled him over to the side before he entered the club I had rented, "my sister is inside. If you use your stupid `I'm in Sugar Ray' mumbo-jumbo and get her pregnant, or a one night stand, or hurt her in any way, then you are a dead man."
I left him there to consider what I said. Though I knew he'd still try to nail her, now he'd at least give her a second date.
"Ryan!" Philippe, "where have you been? Where's the missus? Have you seen Ben? There he is!"
Ben Affleck walked over to join us.
"Look," he said sarcastically, "the Fearsome Threesome reunited."
"I thought we were a foursome," Ryan replied. Long story made short: Ben, Ryan, and myself starred together in a film a couple years ago that was a monster hit, a strong friendship quickly developed between us and we often held joint parties after award shows and the press dubbed us the Fearsome Threesome. However, as Ryan had implied, there was a fourth in this mix, but, we hadn't heard from Leo in ages, and I didn't expect to tonight.
I zoned for a few (I seem to do that often), reminiscing about old times, but I soon snapped back to reality.
"Well, I guess pretty much everyone is here," I said as I led them inside, "let's go inside and get some boos into Ben so he can make an ass out of himself again."
"No way," Ben stopped dead in his tracks, "you two are not getting me that drunk ever again!"
"How long do you think it will take?" Ryan asked with a look of mischief.
"Five bucks says two hours," I replied.
"Ten bucks say an hour and a half," Ryan shot back.
"You're on..." I laughed.
"Easy money," he joined me as I headed towards the entrance again.
"Hey, are two gambling on me?" Ben called from his spot as we entered the club. "Hey! Hey you guys!"
Inside I had hired the hottest DJ in New York to come and play at the party, he was certainly giving me their money's worth and more. People were bouncing and bumping and grinding throughout the night as he continued to play the hottest songs around. At my table in the corner I sat with Ryan and a surprisingly still sober Ben.
"What happened to you Affleck?" Ryan asked. "I used to win these bets..."
"Too bad," Ben said as he sipped his soda, not even spiked soda.
As I've said Ben, Ryan and I are pretty close and I've only told a few people that I'm gay, Ben isn't one of them. Ryan is however, I've always trusted him, like we were brothers, we've been like that since we met.
I heard Marshall (Eminem) shout some profanities at the DJ when a hyped remix of NSync's `Pop' started to play. Marshall went to a table and began to drink some tequila. Not wanting the drunken rapper to come and harass me (he harassed everyone when he was drunk) I grabbed Ryan by the hand and pulled him to the dance floor, Ben picked up on Em and quickly followed.
The dance floor cleared quickly when I began to groove. I may not be good at a lot of things, but dancing was something I was beyond excellent at. A crowd formed around me as I began break-dancing on the floor, but then I changed to a more Latino style as the music changed to a hot remix of Jennifer Lopez's `Waiting for Tonight'.
I gave this DJ credit because, unlike most clubs, he didn't play some crap stuff by unheard of people, but kick ass remixes by successful people.
As I continued to draw a crowd, I drew Ryan into the circle as we did the Tango, I know it didn't fit the remix well, but the Latin beats couldn't be ignored. Ryan couldn't dance that well, but I led him on. Suddenly I noticed someone dancing in the circle with us and we changed to a more modern style dance to go with the remix, Ryan left the circle.
My mouth dropped as the break-dancer stood and I noticed it was Jerry, er, JC smiling exhaustedly. I stopped dancing and left the floor, Ryan, Ben, and Nick close behind as I headed out the side exit of the club.
"What's wrong?" Nick huffed as he caught up to me.
"That's the guy I told you about!" I shouted. I had informed Nick of my obsession with JC and what had happened.
"You invited him?" Nick asked.
"No!"
"I'm lost," Ben said. He meant to say it to Ryan, but it came out a bit louder than he wanted it to. He turned several shades of red as everyone looked at him.
I noticed the music had changed again from inside the club so I figured had stopped dancing. I asked Nick to bring him out to me and he agreed. A few minutes later Nick and Ryan walked out with JC as the two and Ben went back into the club.
"Hi Jerry," I said sarcastically.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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