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| A Cute Story |
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| *N Sync walked down the halls with grace. They were the perfect display of men. Joey scratched himself and Justin stopped when he passed a blond with a tight shirt. JC pulled Justin's arm. They filed into a large room. They were the only ones wearing jeans and a jersey or shirt. Two men sat at the large round table, a woman leaned up against the wall. *N Sync sat down at the table. "Hi, I'm Paul Young." A man waved, he had thick glasses and a big nose, he seemed to young for his job. He wore a black suit and light blue tie. The glasses did a good job of concealing his light green eyes. "I'm Drew Jones. Welcome guys, let's get started." A man with sparkling silver hair barked from his end of the table. He wore a blue suit and his blue eyes twinkled while he talked. Joey started to fidget and Justin yawned. "We are going to have a session and no one is walking out until we have an idea." The woman walked over to the table. She wore a purple suit with a matching skirt. She wore brown glasses that hid her almond eyes. She looked like she was in her early tweenties, remarkable for this job. Lance admired her because he also got a little sucess in the entertainment business. Chris sensed the toughness of this woman and shook his head. "Well, I guess we should introduce ourselves. I'm Lance." "Joey." "Chris." "J-dawg." JC hit his arm. "Justin." "JC." The woman shook her head in disgust. "I'm Clarissa, but call me Ms. Patrick." "Well, to get things started, I wanted to suggest some ideas." Drew's deep voice diverted everyone's attention. "Shoot." Chris paid attention closely. "Um, I was thinking, action. Terrorists take some *N Sync fans hostage, you guys come in and save the day." They could hear the guns shooting off while they thought of them being heroes. "Imagine, blood, guns, bombs, fighting, and swiss girls." "Swiss girls?" *N Sync said simotaneously. "Yeah, the hostages." The five of them shook their heads. "Ok, I got plenty ideas. Justin you tell the reporter, Lance, about your childhood being an autistic child." Some violin music playing a sad tune filled the room. "JC is your older brother who helps you and you have a secret passion for your neighbor, Joey." "Where do I come in?" Chris said smiling. "I ain't doing that, you can't pay me enough money." Justin shook his head. Joey felt dissapointment about Justin refusing the idea of a secret passion for him. "Listen, we wanted to stay down to earth. C'mon this is taking us nowhere." JC tried to get some better ideas. "I got some ideas." Paul smiled behind his glasses. "You guys find a secret message from aliens who have hidden a massive nuclear warhead on the earth that could put the whole world in nuclear winter. NASA sends out it's best team, *N Sync, to save the planet. You've got the computer whiz, bomb expert, gunman, karate master, and the guy who knows the aliens. I'm seeing big time action and drama, one of you guys fall in love with the enemy alien. It'll blow box offices away, it'll be the best sci-fi movie ever." "Dude, JC said down to earth." Joey rolled his eyes. "Ok, um, how about Chris is an alien and you guys talk about your lives with him." The four guys turned to Chris who became tense and nervous about the idea. He gulped and shook his head. The shook their heads. "This is getting us nowhere. I think I have a suggestion you might like." Clarissa sat in the chair. Chris wiped the sweat from his forehead in relief. "*N Sync gets stranded on an island that the only inhabitants are blond and they live topless wearing only a thong." The five guys nodded their heads vigorously. Paul sighed. "Thanks guys, I just made a hundred bucks." Clarissa smiled and Paul handed her some money. "You were betting on us?" Joey asked. "Duh, I knew you guys would have nothing but sex-wanting brains up there." Clarissa rolled her eyes. Justin smiled, he agreed totally not knowing it wasn't a compliment. "Listen, we get out soon, me and you." Justin slid over to Clarissa. "Sorry I don't date guys who can't legally drink." "Oh." Justin slid back to his seat. "I had this idea. You guys are regular college guys making a movie about college things. School, girls, partying, and your separate problems." "I like it." Chris nodded. "You guys meet because you guys are friends of friends. One of you is a football player, one has bad girl problems, one has bad financial problems and lives on scholarships, you know the usual." Clarissa moved near JC, she rubbed his leg with her foot. He raised an eyebrow. "It's good, surprisingly good." Lance nodded in agreement, he was also playing footsy with Joey. "So we go with her idea?" Paul asked. "I don't know, guys?" Drew asked, the five nodded with big grins. "Good, now leave." Clarissa pointed to the door. "What are you doing later?" Joey asked. "Something that doesn't involve you." Clarissa winked at JC who watched the whole scene. "Toughy." Joey muttered as he left the room. Paul and Drew followed the guys while they left. Clarissa gathered her junk. JC popped back in. He kissed her, they fell onto the ground because of the force JC put into the kiss. Clarissa laughed on the ground and JC kissed her neck. "JC let's go." Justin said from the doorway. "One mintue." JC smiled and kissed Clarissa one more time and left. "You have lipstick all over you." Justin shook his head. "Jealous?" JC grinned. "No, I think it's funny, you and Ms. Patrick, wait'll Joey hears." Justin smiled and JC chuckled. |
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