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The Whole Mess
by whippedpuppybilly
Part Another
Tara made popcorn, and spent over twenty minutes massaging JC’s feet. Justin gritted his teeth when JC moaned appreciatively. He turned up the volume on the movie yet again.
Vin Diesel had a fucking sexy voice. Almost as sexy as… Vin did not have a sexy voice, because, hello, Justin was straight. JC would simply not shut up.
“Enough with the moaning, Chasez!” shouted Chris, incidentally making Justin spit beer all over Joey.
Joey spluttered, struggled a bit, and grabbed Chris’ blanket to wipe off his cheek. “Justin,” he prounounced happily, “ that is fucking disgusting. If you are going to spit beer on me, at least it should not be *American* beer. Have some class.”
Chris then leaped onto Joey to reclaim his blanket. In the ensuing battle, Justin’s beer was upset onto Lance, provoking a black cloud that settled over everything for about half an hour. JC and Tara just huddled together at their end of the couch and laughed at everyone else, which made Justin a little insane.
Things were not going according to plan.
The movie came to its big, romantic conlusion. Tara and JC sighed happily, for all the world like a pair of breeding penguins with no dress sense. Justin felt bitterness well up in his throat, completely unrelated to the warm American beer he’d been drinking to excess.
“Fucking gay guys who make plays for women suck.” It was true. Poor Mia had a broken heart, now, and Brian had obviously been in love with Vin’s character, what’s his name. Dom. Bastard. “They’re all bastards,” he said, to conclude his thought.
Five (or was it ten?) pairs of startled eyes fixed on him. Chris began to laugh, which was the worst thing he ever, ever did. Justin stood up and stormed out of the room, flinging the remote at Chris’ head like a broken sword.
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by whippedpuppybilly
Part Another
Tara made popcorn, and spent over twenty minutes massaging JC’s feet. Justin gritted his teeth when JC moaned appreciatively. He turned up the volume on the movie yet again.
Vin Diesel had a fucking sexy voice. Almost as sexy as… Vin did not have a sexy voice, because, hello, Justin was straight. JC would simply not shut up.
“Enough with the moaning, Chasez!” shouted Chris, incidentally making Justin spit beer all over Joey.
Joey spluttered, struggled a bit, and grabbed Chris’ blanket to wipe off his cheek. “Justin,” he prounounced happily, “ that is fucking disgusting. If you are going to spit beer on me, at least it should not be *American* beer. Have some class.”
Chris then leaped onto Joey to reclaim his blanket. In the ensuing battle, Justin’s beer was upset onto Lance, provoking a black cloud that settled over everything for about half an hour. JC and Tara just huddled together at their end of the couch and laughed at everyone else, which made Justin a little insane.
Things were not going according to plan.
The movie came to its big, romantic conlusion. Tara and JC sighed happily, for all the world like a pair of breeding penguins with no dress sense. Justin felt bitterness well up in his throat, completely unrelated to the warm American beer he’d been drinking to excess.
“Fucking gay guys who make plays for women suck.” It was true. Poor Mia had a broken heart, now, and Brian had obviously been in love with Vin’s character, what’s his name. Dom. Bastard. “They’re all bastards,” he said, to conclude his thought.
Five (or was it ten?) pairs of startled eyes fixed on him. Chris began to laugh, which was the worst thing he ever, ever did. Justin stood up and stormed out of the room, flinging the remote at Chris’ head like a broken sword.
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