All the guy's jaws dropped while Brittney and Kristen sat there laughing.

"Come on boys."  Brittney said between laughs.  "Put down that finger.  We all know you have!"

Slowly, one by one, each guy placed down one of his fingers, still jaws hanging open; shocked.

"That was wrong."  Chris said.

"So wrong."  Justin added, shaking his head.

JC looked down at his girlfriend, whose head was on his lap, as he shook her head.

"We are soo going to get you back."

Kristen smiled.

"Bring it.....Not my fault you guys have picked lamed ass ones."

"Go Britt."

Brittney looked out the window of the tour bus, pondering of an idea.

"Ohhh...Never have I ever kissed a girl."

"I'm never playing this game with you two ever again."  Chris mumbled, putting down a finger with the rest of the guys.  Kristen quickly shot Brittney a dirty look.  Brittney looked at her confused, mouthing the words ‘what'.  Kristen's eyes slowly went around the room, seeing none of the guys were paying attention and mouthed ‘St. Patties Day you bitch' to Brittney.  Brittney lightly patted the top of her forehead with her palm, totally forgetting that incident. ‘Quickly put down a finger doing something.'  Kristen rolled her eyes as she stretched her arms, quickly putting down one of her three fingers she still had up, still giving Brittney a glare before putting her hands back down.

"Waaiiit!" Joey quickly sat up pointing to Kristen.

"What?"

"I JUST SAW YOU PUT DOWN A FINGER!"

"I don't know what you are talking about."  Kristen said, trying to play it off.

"Bullshit.  You had three fingers up because you haven't done the past three things that were said.  I SAW you trying to hide it with your stretching!"

"I seriously hate you with passion right now."  Kristen leaned her leg over and pushed Brittney's shoulder with her foot.  JC looked down at Kristen and placed a hand on her hip.

"Is there something you need to tell us?"

"No."  Kristen quickly said.  "Your turn Chris, go."

"Oh hell no."  Chris went to his knees and leaned over the table.  "Story.  Now."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"FINE if it will get you to shut up.  It was last year on St. Patties day at Wall Street in Orlando.  I was drunk and Kristy and I thought hey lets kiss and take a picture with your cell phone and send it to your boyfriend, so we did.  We didn't even remember the next day we did it till we saw the picture on my cell phone."

Joey quickly grabbed Kristen's cell phone off the table and flipped it open with having Justin and Chris looking over his shoulder.

"NO! Give it back!"

JC held Kristen still, laughing, while Joey searched on her cell.  Slowly the threes jaw dropped a little when they found the picture.
"Hot dammnnn that is just no peck!"

"Oh my god."  Kristen mumbled under her breath.

Joey passed her cell over to Lance as Brittney laid on the floor of the bus laughing.

"I hate you Brittney.  I seriously hate you."

Lance handed JC Kristen's cell phone so he could see the picture.

"It's hot man."

JC looked down at Kristen before looking at the picture on her phone.

"Damnnnn."  JC voice was low.

"Shut up."

JC smirked, looking down at her.

"Joey is right, that is no peck."

"Shut up."

"You know...if you ever want to do this again, you're free up to it.  Just make sure I'm there."

Kristen quickly grabbed her phone out of his hands and shoved it in her pockets.

"Pervs.  Let's go back to this damn game."

"I don't think I can ever look at you ever the same."  Justin said with a smile.

"Screw you all.....and you."  Kristen pointed to Brittney.  "I'd watch myself if I were you."

"Hey!"  Brittney exclaimed.  "I sooo forgot about it alright?"

"You were the one that took the picture."

"Dude!  You've known about this and never told us!?"

Brittney rolled her eyes and ignored them.

"Chris your turn."

"Never have I ever called Lonnie a hunk of chocolate."

Brittney groaned as she put down her last finger while everyone else laughed.

"I can't believe I said that."

"Ohh hunny but you did." Lance patted her knee.  "And you lost."

"Damnit."  Brittney took the shot from the middle of the table and quickly downed it.

"Now what?  We've played bullshit, go fish, never have I ever...Todd how far away are we?"  Chris yelled, turning towards the front of the bus.

"About forty-five minutes till we hit San Francisco."

Justin groaned as he laid out on the floor.

"Forty-five minutes." Justin whined.

"Shut up baby." Lance smacked Justin in the stomach with a pillow.

"Hey."  JC looked down at Kristen.  "Can we go in the back and talk?"

"Talk my ass."  Joey snickered.

Kristen rolled her eyes, injuring Joey.

"About what?"

"In private."

"Um..Yeah." Kristen stood up and followed JC into the backroom.  Kristen stood there as she watched JC close the door and lock it.

"What is it?"

JC turned around on his heels and smiled.

"Nothing, just wanted alone time."

Kristen let out a sigh of relief and fell back onto the couch.

"Scared me, I thought something was up."

"Well..." JC made his way over and slowly pushed her down on the couch, to make her lay down, and climbed on top of her. "Something is kind of up."

Kristen looked at him confused.

"What?"

"Something is kind of up."

"What is the problem?"

"Oh, it's one that only you can fix."

"You are really confusing me Joshua, I thought you just wanted alone time and nothing was wrong?"

"Think babe...thank...something is up...only you can fix it..."

Kristen kept looking at him with confusion still on her face.

"And you all say....ooo....OO you perv."

Kristen smacked his arm, rolling her eyes as JC chuckled.

"What do I look like to you?  A blow up doll?"

"Nah, they are plastic...not one part of you is."

JC lowered his head to her neck and started kissing it.

"Joshhh...we're on a bus."

"Uh huhhh."  JC kept kissing her neck as his hands started to slide under her shirt.

"Joshua."  Kristen put her hands on his shoulders and lifted him up a bit.  "What is with you?"

"How else do you think I would react seeing that picture on your phone?"  JC smirked as he lowered his head down to make contact with his lips to hers.  JC titled his head slightly to deepen the kiss, sliding one of his legs between hers while lowering his arms down to rest on his elbows.  Kristen put her hands on his arms when she felt her shirt slowly rise above her ribcage.

"Josh..."  She whispered, slowly pulling away from him.

"Hmm?"  JC mumbled against the skin on her neck.  She opened her eyes, placed her hands on his cheeks, and lifted his head up to look at his face.

"What?" JC said with annoyance in his voice.

"Not now."

JC rolled his eyes.

"Are you serious?"

"Uh yeah, I am serious Joshua."

"And what is the reason?  Can't be that you are on your period because you already had it this month."

Kristen dropped her hands to her sides looking at him with disbelief.

"I don't have to make up an excuse for not to have sex at the moment Joshua."

"Mmhm.  Well than, please enlighten me than."

Kristen sat up, pushing him off her.

"God just be an ass because I shot you down.  Maybe I don't want to do it on a bus with everyone in earshot away...Maybe I'm not in the mood....Did you even bother to think on how maybe I thought about this instead of just thinking about yourself?"  Kristen moved up, leaning her back against the armrest of the couch, having her knees up to her chest. "Hmmm?"

"Oh so now I'm selfish?"

"Oh my god I never said that."

"You made it seem like it Kristen."

"Are you fucking serious?  I never even said that; don't put words in my mouth."

"Right, so put words into my mouth, makes sense."

"Ughhhh!"  Kristen run her hands threw her hair.  "I never put words in your god damn mouth.  What am I a sex toy?"

JC groaned as he rolled his eyes.

"Right."

"Seriously JC that is all you want lately."

"So I guess it is soo horrible that I want to have sex with my girlfriend?  I didn't know it was a damn crime!"

"Oh my god, just over dramatic a bit now are we?"

"If all I fucking wanted was sex I can get whoever I want for that."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me; I can get whoever I want if that is all I wanted.  Its not hard for me to do.  There are many girls that love to have that spot you have.  You see them throwing themselves at me everyday.  I don't have a problem to pick someone up."

Kristen stood up angrily and slapped him across the cheek.

"I can't believe you fucking said that."

Kristen ripped open and slammed the door behind her, causing everyone else to jump and look away from the TV towards her.  Kristen opened the bathroom door and slammed it close behind her, locked it, and slid down to the floor, leaning her back and head against the wall.

"I'm taking that didn't go well."  Joey dragged out.  Brittney sighed, pushed herself off the couch, and started her way towards the bathroom.

"I'll go talk to her."

Brittney softly knocked her knuckles against the door.

"Kristen hunny?  It's me."

Brittney looked down at the handle when she heard the faint sound of the door behind unlocked.  After a quick glance to the guys, she opened the door and walked in, closing it behind her and locking it.

"What is wrong?"

"JC being a fucking big ego asshole is what is wrong."

Brittney moved over to where she was sitting and sat down on the other side of her to face her, leaning her back against the cabinets.  Kristen bended her knees up slightly as Brittney stretched her legs on around them.

"Explain."

"Being the typical guy; wanting sex."

Brittney raised an eyebrow, still looking at her.

"Uh huh...and?"

Kristen sighed, leaning her head against the wall and closed her eyes.

"He got all pissy because I shot him down.  It seems like that is all I'm for lately and I told him that and he blew a casket and you know what he fucking said that just, god fucking crossed the line?  He said he could easily just pick up some fucking random chick if that's all he god damn wanted.  He goes off how so many girls wish they were in my sport and I should be damn lucky."

"Fucking kidding me...."

Kristen shook her head and opened her eyes, looking at the ceiling.

"I wish I was."

"He's thinking with the head in his pants, not the one on his shoulders."

"Oh what, you're taking his side now?"

Brittney placed her hands on Kristen's knees.

"No I am not.  What he said was fucking wrong, hell beyond wrong.  He deserves to be slapped."

"I did."

"Good....Hard?"

"Yep."

Brittney rubbed her hands together with an evil smile on her face.

"I hope it left a nice big, red mark."

"Ugh..I need to like..hit something...throw something...just..something!"

Kristen grabbed the pen that she found on the floor and chucked it against the wall in front of her.  Brittney quickly covered her head with her arms and ducked down when she saw the pen cap fly off the pen.

"What the hell is a pen doing here?" Brittney asked, slowly lowering her arms back down.  Kristen shrugged, shoving her hands back down.

"One of the guys probably left it in here."

Brittney shook her head, closing her eyes.

"I don't want to know what they do in here...How about instead of going to rehearsal and shit we hit the gym at the hotel?"

Kristen ran her hands over her face.

"Yeah...sounds good."

"Good."  Brittney patted her best friend knees and sat up straight.  "So what was the line he tried to use to get in your pants?"

"He just pushed me down on the couch, climbed on top of me and said how that picture of Kristy and I was hot."

"That was the line?"

Kristen nodded as she dropped her hands between her legs and stomach.

"Damn...lame as fuck.  Lance uses better lines."

Kristen stifled back a laugh.

"Calmed down a bit?"

Kristen nodded, chewing on her bottom lip. "Yeah."

"Good.  You scared the shit out of all of us."

"I'm still pissed as hell at him though."

"Good.  You should be, that ass deserves it."

Both girls turned their attention to the knocking on the door.

"Who is it?"  Brittney asked, rubbing Kristen's leg.

"Lance."

Brittney pushed herself up from the floor and opened the bathroom door.

"Hm?"

"Were at the hotel."

Brittney rubbed her hands against her jean shorts.

"Right..umm..has Jace left yet?"

"Yeah..Chris took Kristen's bags for her.  Everyone is in the lobby waiting for their room key."

"Alright, we'll be out in a min."

"Everything okay?"

Brittney looked toward Kristen than back to Lance with a shrug.

"Jace being an ass."

"I guessed that."  Lance smirked.  "I'll meet you in the lobby."

Brittney nodded and gave him a kiss before turning back towards Kristen.

"Ready to peace out of this bus?"

Kristen nodded as she stood up and fixed the bobby pin in her hair.  Brittney reached for Kristen's hand and pulled her behind her as she made her way off the bus.

"Chris got your stuff."

"I heard."

"Good you can hear."  Brittney smirked.  Kristen smacked Brittney's arm as they walked off the bus.

"Bitch."

"Love me for it."

Brittney swung their arms back and forth, as they walked into the hotel lobby and made her way over to Lance.

"Hey hunny,"

Lance twisted his body around to give Brittney his full attention. "Yes dear?"

"We're going to stay here while you go to rehearsal."

Lance licked his lips as he nodded his head.

"Oh alright."

"We're going to go to the gym for Kristen to cool off before she kills someone."

"I understand sugar."

Brittney smiled and kissed him.

"How about tonight, date night?"

Lance took her other hand and laced his fingers with hers.

"Sounds perfect to me."

"Good."

"Joshua I do not want to talk to you right now."

Brittney turned around and gently tugged on Kristen's hand.

"And you say I'm hard headed?"

"Whatever.  I need to cool down before we talk or I'll say something I don't need."

"And you say I'm the selfish one."

"Jace..."  Chris said, putting his hand on JC's arm. "Come on."

JC shoved Chris's hand off his arm.

"No."

Kristen let go of Brittney's hand and pushed passed JC.

"Chris can I have my bags?"

JC grabbed Kristen's arm and turned her around to face him.  Kristen smacked his hand and pulled it off.

"Don't fucking grab me."

"Don't fuck walk away while I'm talking to you."

"Are you're ears full of earwax or something?  I said I do not want to talk right now till I cool off or I'll say something I'll regret later."

"Guys."  Justin stepped in between them and pushed JC back a bit.  "Here is not the place or time to fight."

"Thank you!  Now I'm going to get my bags, change and go to the gym to let steam off with Brittney while you all do your thing."

"Oh so now you don't want to come to our rehearsal?  You have been to every one."

Kristen rolled her eyes as she walked over to where her bags where.

"You know what, go find another girl to go than since you said before...hmm what was it. OH YEAH, you have no problems on getting another girl and soo many would die to have my place.  Well since it is soo fucking easy Mr. Popstar, go grab one to watch you fucking rehearse."

"Dude..you did NOT say that.."  Joey looked at JC.

"Yeah he fucking did ALL BECAUSE I turned his ass down for sex.  O boo-hoo.  I'm sorry I don't do every fucking little thing you want at a drop of the hat and kiss your ass like everyone else."

"Okay okay."  Brittney walked over to Kristen and picked up her bags.  "Let's go to my room and we'll go change and yeah...Let's go."

Brittney grabbed her arm and pulled Kristen with her towards the elevator.  Brittney eyed Kristen suspiciously when the song "Digital Get Down" started to play throughout the elevator.  Kristen looked at her cell phone and rolled her eyes, hitting the ignore button.  Kristen looked up to see Brittney still looking at her suspiciously with a cocked eyebrow.

"Josh set it as his ring tone.  I had no word in it."

"Uh huh..."

Kristen rolled her eyes as the song started playing again.  Kristen flipped it open than closed it before turning it off.

"Well..."  Brittney said as she dragged her suitcases off the elevator.  "That works."

Kristen shrugged, putting her cell in her back pocket and picked up her suitcases, walking besides Brittney.

"We'll get ready in my room."

Kristen nodded, taking one of Brittney's bags as Brittney opened up the room and swung the door open with her hip.

"I dunno if I want to do the gym."

"Hm?"  Brittney tossed her bags on the couch and ran her hands through her hair.

"We're right by the beach...why not run on it?"

"You trying to kill me?"

Kristen smirked, opening up her suitcase.

"Right, soccer player."

Brittney chuckled, shifting one of her bags on top the table in front of her and plops down on the couch.
"Ex-soccer player thank you very much."
"Bum is more like it."

Brittney smiled, pulling out a blue sports bra and shorts.

"Yeah yeah yeah, go change and I'll call Lance to let him know so incase they come back before we do he isn't freaking out and let them know your phone is off."

Kristen twisted her pink sports bra around her finger as she walked towards the bathroom.

"Don't have to tell me twice."

Brittney disregarded her clothes and changed into the sports bra and shorts before plopping back on the couch and putting her cell phone to her ear to call Lance.

"Miss me already?"  Lance said his deep chuckling flowing from the earpiece of her phone.

"You know it sugar.  Anyways I called to let you know, change of plans, we are going to go running on the beach since the hotel is right off of it."

"Oh alright."

"I thought I'd let you know, incase you got back before we did and you don't find us so your not flipping out."

"Thanks babe.  Question, did Kristen turn off her phone?"

Brittney rested the phone against her shoulder and ear while she pulled on one of her socks on her feet.

"Yeah, the other reason I was calling you also about."

"Ahh..hold on..Chris knock it off I'm on the phone...shut up...okay sorry babe."

Brittney laughed, switching her phone to her other ear, pinning it with her shoulder as she pulled on her other sock.

"All good."

"So, uh what happened?"

Brittney dug around in her suitcase to find her running shoes.

"What you mean what happened?"

"You know what I mean...what happened?"

Brittney paused in her search.

"Um no I don't know what you me---OOO between Jace and Kristen?"

Lance chuckled.  "Yeah babe."

"Why didn't you just say so?....Oh, he is right by you isn't he?"

"Yeah we are all in the car."

"Ahh...hold on let me make sure its okay I can tell."

Brittney set her cell on the couch and called out to Kristen.

"Hey K-Dawg, is it alright I tell Lance what happened?"

"Uh yeah, its fine."

"Ok, just making sure.  I didn't want to tell him without your permission."

Brittney picked her phone back up and pulled her shoes out of her suitcase.

"Alright so, I guess when Jace pulled her into the backroom, he was thinking of what all of us were thinking.  He didn't really want to talk, well not in that way.  Anyways, so Kristen turned him down and he kind of got all pissy and they got into a fight over sex because I guess Kristen feels like that is all JC wants now because that's all he seems to want.  He doesn't try to woo her anymore or pull love moves like before, like he expects it all the time.  More words exchanged, they both got heated and JC went off saying something like if that is all he wanted he wouldn't be with her cuz he has no problems picking up girls."

"No..."

"Yeah I know!  It pissed Kristen off and she slapped him and stormed out of the room, which is what we all saw...which yeah um why is there a pen in the bathroom?"

"There was one?  Well I got no clue on that one but damnnn."

"Yeah, slap Jace on the back of the head for me."

"Will do baby."

"Good, hold on let me put you on speaker phone so I can tie my shoes."

Brittney set her phone on the table, hit the speakerphone button, and leaned down tying her shoes.

"Anyways, that is what happened, from what Kristen told me."

"Hmm.." Lance hummed while Brittney finished tying her other shoe, took her cell off speakerphone and held it against her ear.  Brittney slid down onto the couch and looked towards the bathroom as the door opened and Kristen walked out, pulling her hair into a ponytail.

"Well sugs I gotta go, I'll see you when whoever gets back first.  I'll have my cell with me if you need us."

"Alright, have fun running; love you."

"Love you too, bye."

"Bye."

Brittney shut her phone, slid it into her sports bra, and stood up.

"Ready?"

Kristen nodded, slipping on her shoes and tying them.  Brittney pulled her cell out of her sports bra when it started vibrating and flipped it open; seeing she had a new message

What you wearing?

Brittney laughed, replying to the message

Sports bra and shorts.

"What?"  Kristen asked, stretching her arms over her head.

"Lance being a hormone guy, asking what I was wearing."

Kristen snickered, stretching her other arm.

"Boys."

"Uh huh."  Brittney flipped open to read her new message.

Mannn...Bet you look sexy

Oh I do, since that is all I'm wearing.

"I can tell by that smile on your face you're being mean to him."

Brittney smiled; looking back down at her cell.

"Oh you know it."

Babbeee....Don't be mean :-(

Maybe I'll let you join me in the shower when I get back, before we get ready for out date.

You are KILLING me here!

Love you! :-)  Off to go running; see you when I get back!

Love you too and running is going to seem nothing once I get my hands on you.

Brittney laughed, putting her cell back in her bra and picked up her CD player.

"Let's go."

Brittney pulled her hair up in a ponytail, following behind Kristen towards the stairs.

"Stairs?"  Brittney asked.

"Yep." Kristen opened the door and started jogging down the stairs.  Brittney groaned as she followed her steps down the stairs.

"But we're on the 11th floor."

"Suck it up."

"God you really are pissed off."  Brittney mumbled, jogging down the stairs.  After going down, to what felt like never ended stairs to Brittney, she sighed of relief when she saw they were about to hit the lobby.

"You act like you never ran in your life."  Kristen opened the door and put her headphones around her neck.

"Yeah I haven't played soccer in like what, 3 years?  And because I did play soccer, you know I hate running."

"You can go back to the room if you want, I don't care.  I just need to go jogging to cool off steam."

"No no."  Brittney walked with her towards the back of the hotel and started their way towards the beach and putting her headphones over her ear, just like Kristen.  "It's fine, jogging isn't going to kill me."

******

"Oh gooddd."  Brittney leaned her back against the wall of the elevator, breathing hard.  "We're you trying to kill me?!"

Kristen bent over, breathing hard, resting her hands on her knees.

"Oh hush it wasn't that bad."

"We ran for five hours!"

"Over exacerbating much are we?"

"Okay okay, maybe not five hours but it seemed like it!"

"You're in better shape than me."

Brittney waved her arm as she dragged herself out of the elevator.
"Righttttt, no."

"Have a nice run ladies?"

Brittney looked over at Mike and leaned against the wall by her door.

"She is trying to kill me, I swear Mike."

Mike laughed, walking over to the chair and sitting down.

"That pissed off huh?"

Kristen rolled her eyes, leaning her hip against the wall.
"Open the door Brittney so I can go and shower."

Brittney patted her body and sighed.

"I forgot the room key."

"They guys are already back."

Brittney smacked her body against the door, causing Mike and Kristen both to start laughing.

Brittney pushed back the door as it started opening and stumbled into the room.

"Water.  I need water."

Chris burst out laughing and walked to the fridge and pulled both girls out a water bottle and tossed it to them.

"Trying to kill my girlfriend?"  Lance snickered as Kristen caught her bottle and opened it, taking a sip.  Brittney laid down on the floor, nursing her water bottle as Kristen leaned against the wall.

"Guess so."

"Jace is with Justin."  Chris pointed out as he stepped over Brittney.  Kristen tossed her empty bottle into the garbage and walked over to her bags.

"Okay, well I'm going to go to our room and shower.  Thanks Britt."

"Yeah yeah..I love you to much."

Kristen made her way back into her room, tossed her bags on the floor and jumped into the shower.  Kristen stood under the water, after washing up, letting the warm water run down her body, relaxing her muscles.  Turning off the water, she stepped out of the shower and tried off.  After wrapping a towel around her body and hair, she walked out of the bathroom and looked around for any sign of JC.  Seeing that still, she was alone, she walked over to her bag and changed into clothes and rubbed her hair with the towel.

Kristen plopped back onto the bed and looked up at the ceiling.

"What to do..what to do..." Kristen mumbled to herself, looking around the room.  Glancing at the clock, she decided to go under the covers and take a nap; catching up on some much needed sleep.

Kristen rolled onto her side and looked at the clock as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

"Damn..its already nine...I was out for three hours."

Kristen flopped onto her back and stretched out her arms and legs before dragging herself out of the bed.  She stopped in her tracks, hearing the TV in the other room.  Walking out of the bedroom she looked over to the couch to find JC sitting there watching the TV.

"Where are the guys?"

JC looked up at her for a second than back to the TV.

"Lance and Britt are on their date; Joey and Justin went out to either a bar or a club and Chris stayed in because he had a horrible headache."

Kristen slowly walked out into the room, rubbing her face.

"Can we talk?"

"Oh, so now you want to talk."

Kristen rolled her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest.

"I told you I wanted to calm down before we talked.  I didn't want to say something I really don't mean."

"Whatever."  JC sighed and shifted his body so he could watch the TV.

"Don't damn sigh at me and look at me while I'm talking to you."

"What-ev-er."

Kristen moved back in front of the TV.

"Don't fucking whatever me, stop being an ass.  Heaven forbid I was looking out for us, not to make this shit even worse than it already is.  We both were pretty heated and you know if we kept fighting one of us would have said something we didn't mean and who knows where it could have gone!  I was looking out for us!  Shit what you said on the bus about getting any fucking girl you want was soo fucking crossing the line!  If I got up and left before that it wouldn't have happened."

 "For Christ fucking sake Kristen, so what you still going on I'm fucking selfish because oh high and mighty you wanted to make sure it didn't get worse.  IT CANNOT get worse Kristen. "

Kristen glared at him. "Are you fucking serious.."
"Yep."

"Oh my god you are making me want to rip out my hair.."

JC rolled his eyes; feeling his anger building up inside of him.

"You need to knock your shit off, stop being an ass to the person who fucking cares more than anything in the god damn world and listen to me.."

"Oh my fucking God!"

"Oh my God will you grow up and stop acting like a damn five year old?!"

"Stop being a fucking bitch!"

"Oh my god go fuck yourself; god damn.  Stop acting like you are the goddamn god or some shit.  Oh hell I don't bow down to your every need; kiss your ass; drop everything for you like everything else, fuck that I'm going to be true."

Kristen rubbed her face and took slow deep breathe; counting to ten; to try and calm herself down.

"You know what; I don't need this right now.  You are fucking taking out whatever is bothering you on me, and that isn't fucking fair.  I haven't done shit to you Joshua Scott.  Shit.  All because I fucking turned you down on sex you go all fucking ballistic."

"O yeah and I deserve you being a fucking bitch and not listen to me?"

"YOU will you fucking listen to me?!  Jesus Christ Joshua!"  Kristen closed her eyes; feeling a migraine coming on; she placed her fingers against her temples and slowly started to rub them to try to release some tension in her head.

"I'm tired of fucking fighting, its all we been doing lately because you keep being a fucking ass!"

"You know what, fuck you!" JC yelled jerking his arm up.  She looked up, hearing movement, to see what he was doing.  Before she could blink, she saw him chuck the remote he had in his hands towards her.  Without thinking, she jumped out of the way as it barley missed her and hit the wall.  She stood there shocked; her eyes fell on his, seeing his eyes filled with anger.  She placed her hand over her chest, having a hard time catching her breath.  Did he...Oh my god.  He tried to hit me with the remote..  She looked behind her, seeing the remote and the batteries scattered across the floor.  Her body started shaking, scared for her own life.  John use to throw stuff at me, before...before.. she closed her eyes and continued her thought, trying to swallow the lump in her throat.. before he would hit me..  She slowly tried to make her way towards the door.  I have to get out.  I have to get out before he does something else.  I need to get away.

Her thoughts where broken by the sound of his voice.

"That's right, do what you always fucking do Kristen. Just get up and leave.  Every time something gets hard, you just leave."

"We're...We're o-over."  Kristen stuttered, shaking, reached for the door handle and opened the door; just enough for her to slide thought and closed it behind her.  Hot tears filled her eyes as she tried to gasp for breath.  She leaned back against the door, closing her eyes as the memories of everything that happen flooded her head.  She racked her brain trying to figure out where to go.  I'm in a state that I don't even know where anything is....Where do I go..Where do I go..Brittney and Lance are out..Joey and Justin are out...Chris is...her eyes popped open. Chris!  Chris didn't go out because of a headache, that's where I'll go.  She placed her shaking hand against the wall to keep her balance as she made her way down the hallway while gasping for breath.  She blinked her eyes to clear them so she could see what is in front of her.  She stood in front of Chris's hotel room, placing one hand on the doorframe, gripping it for dear life, as she raised her trembling hand and knocked against the door.  She closed her eyes begging that he was in his room.  She could feel the pounding in her head pound harder every second.

"Come on Chris..please..Please..be..here." She choked out in a shaking and raspy voice while gasping for air in between words with tears rolling down her cheeks.  She raised her trembling hand again and knocked louder against the door.  She let out a small sigh of relief in her head when she heard him working with the locks on the door and swinging it open.
"Well Hello Kris...ten?? Kristen? What is wrong?"

She tried to say something, but nothing came out of her mouth as tears ran down her cheeks.  Chris grabbed her and pulled her into the room.  "Kristen what the hell happened?  What is wrong?"  He looked down at her face and noticed some of her color was gone as she was having trouble breathing.

"Shiiittt..." Chris mumbled under his breathe.  He pulled her over to the couch and made her sit down, as he sat in front of her on the table.
"Kristen breathe, you're having a panic attack, come on breathe slowly."

He reached out for her hands and squeezed them to get her attention.
"Kristen take slow deep breaths with me okay?  I will do it with you alright?  Breathe with your nose, on the count of three...1...2...3."

Chris took a deep breath, as Kristen joined him, shaking.  They took a couple more deep breathe together until Chris could see the color slowly rising back to her face.

"God hunny what is wrong?  It must be serious if you're having a panic attack."

He looked at her eyes, and for the first time, he noticed her trembling.

"Oh my god..Kristen tell me now.  You're trembling. What happen?"

"JC...JC.." she choked out.

"JC...JC what?"  He wiped a tear off her cheek.  "You two still fighting?"

She nodded her head slowly.  Chris sighed.

"Hunny don't worry everything will be okay by tomorrow.  You've guys have fought before, everyone dose."  Chris rubbed her hands than looked back at her face and studied it.  Chris sat still, watching her carefully.

"After I took a sh-shower he still wasn't back so I took a nap....when I woke up he w-was back and I tried to talk it out and we started yelling.  It got soo out of hand Chris..I've never seen him this mad before...Ya know?"  She closed her eyes as a tear down her cheek.  Chris wiped it off her cheek and waiting for her to continue.  "I called him an asshole...he called me a bitch...he said fuck you to me...and...and.."

Chris shook his head.  He knew JC had a temper, but god.  He looked up at her, seeing her head looking down at their feet. "And what Kristen?"
"He..He..threw the remote at me.." She barley choked out, in a whisper.  Chris's eyes shot open.  Did he just hear her right? No..No way. Chris shook his head.

"Repeat what you just said.  I missed it."

She looked up at his face as more tears rolled down her face.  "He threw the TV remote at me..I..I just moved out of the way in time before it hit me."

Chris gulped and felt anger rise up in his body. "He fucking threw something at you!? Something that could of hurt you?  Who the hell knows; BUT HE fucking threw something at you!?"

She nodded and broke down crying.  It hit him, John...that's why she is so scared..John abused her...fuck...that's why she is shaking... Chris reached out, pulled her into his lap, and wrapped her arms around her letting her cry against him.

"Shhh..hunny its okay..everything will be okay..." He rubbed her back and he tried to calm her down.  He kissed the side of her head.
"No..you know what..let it all out...it will make you feel better...just let it all out..I'm not letting you go, don't worry."

Chris closed his eyes and he felt her hold him tighter, crying against his chest.  He couldn't believe that JC would scoop this low....yet he couldn't even believe JC would so such a thing.  JC knew about John, even if that never even happened to her, it wouldn't be right in the first place.  It just made matter even worse, having that in the past.  Just wait till I get my hands on him....Chris thought.  He opened his eyes when he heard her cries slowed down.  He looked down at her when she pulled away, wiping her face.

"He scared me Chris..I'm...I'm so scared of him now."
"I know hunny..." he ran his hand up and down her back to comfort her.  "Want me to call Brittney?"

She slowly nodded.  He kissed the top of her head, slid her onto the couch, and walked into the bedroom.  He grabbed his cell and tried to think of which phone to call, Lance's or Brittney...he knew Britt would have a fit if he called Lance's before her's, so he looked for her under the contacts and pushed the call button before placing it against his ear.  He looked over at Kristen and sighed.

"Christopher fucking Kirkpatrick, someone better be dead if you're calling me while Lance and I are finally out and away from you freaks."

"Someone might be...by the end of the night."

He could hear Brittney laugh on the other side, "Yeah it will be you.  Stop being an ass with Joey and calling to see if we are having sex."
"Brittney this is serious..."

Brittney could hear the worried and seriousness in his voice; she felt a knot twist in her stomach.  Something was wrong....seriously wrong.

"What's going on?"
"It's about Kristen."

"What happened to Kristen, Chris?  Tell me now, this better not be a fucking joke."

Chris leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes, as he could hear Lance in the background asking Brittney what was wrong. "I wish this was a joke....Kristen and JC argument got worse...I..I mean worse Brittney."
"Shit....What happen?"

Chris rubbed her forehead. "It..Its over...Brittney its bad.." Chris sighed and continued before Brittney could fit a word in. "She was trying to talk to straighten everything out between them because she was cooled down with a clear head but Jace just kept being an ass like he has been all day...than it went off to a shouting match, she called him an asshole, he called her a bitch, than he said fuck you to her.....and he threw the TV remote at her." Chris winced as he heard Brittney gasp on the other line.  "No it didn't hit her, she moved out of the way...but he threw it at her...he tried to hit her.....Than she came to my room having a panic attack...she can't stop shaking." He opened his eyes and looked over at Kristen, "She's scared Brittney, she told me herself."

"Are you fucking serious.  Please tell me this is a horrible joke Chris. Please...Please.."
"I wish it was Britt...I wish it was...She needs you."

"Oh my god...Oh my fucking god....We'll..oh my god..We're ten minutes away Chris. Ten minutes. We'll hurry as fast as we can.  Oh my god....TAXI DRIVER FUCKING HIT DOWN THE PETAL!  EMERGENCY!  BACK TO THE HOTEL! IF YOU GET A TICKET I SWEAR I'LL PAY IT, I'LL GIVE YOU EXTRA MONEY IS YOU SPEED!"

Chris rubbed his forehead, feeling a tension headache starting to ach behind his eyes.  Any other day he would be laughing over Brittney's outburst, but this wasn't a laughing matter.  He knew she was freaking out as much as he was, maybe even more.  He could hear Brittney telling Lance everything.  He leaned his head back against the wall when he heard Lance mutter "holy shit" in the background.

"Wait till I get my hands on him Chris...."
"Not if I beat you to it."

"Just...Fuck. I can't...Oh my god.  Okay I need to hang up and calm down.  We'll be there in god ten minutes I swear or so.  If I have to I will fucking jump out of this taxi and run my whole way there.  Keep her there.  We'll be there soon Chris."
Chris nodded and remembered she couldn't see him.

"Will do, I'll keep the door ajar for you."
"Thanks...and Chris?"

"Hmm?"

"Tell her I love her..and I'll be there soon.." she whispered.

"I will Brittney..I will..be safe.."
"I will...JC's life wont be...but I will..bye."

"Bye." Chris closed his phone, tossed it back on top of the desk, and walked back out to his best friend.  He opened the door slightly, stuck the lock bar out to keep the door ajar, and walked back to the couch.

"Brittney will be here in ten minutes...I told her everything...She told me to tell you that she loves you."  He grabbed a tissue and sat down next to her, wiping her cheeks.  He pulled her into a hug and held her.

"Everything will be okay...sooner or later...I promise."

Kristen sighed, as she leaned her head against his shoulder.

"Dose he know that you're here?"

She shook her head and Chris sighed of relief.

"Good...we don't need to deal with that right now....Do you want some water?..Or anything to drink?"

Kristen shook her head.  Chris nodded and rubbed her arm as he slightly swayed side to side, softly humming in her ear to try to calm her down. His head popped up when he hear commotion in the hallway.  He held his breath, slightly praying that it wasn't JC.  It was the last thing anyone needed and knew it would not end up good.  Chris didn't know what he would do, but he knew it wouldn't be pretty.  He'd probably punch him, even if it was jus a random girl that JC almost hit; but this wasn't a random girl, it was Kristen.  His prayers were answered when he saw Brittney barged into the room.  He stood up and moved so Brittney could make her way over and walked over to Lance, who was moving the lock bar and closing the door behind him.

"Sorry for interpreting you're guys date, I know you two never get alone time."

Lance held his hand up shaking his head, "Oh no, don't worry about it.  You know good as well, if you didn't call right away and told Brittney until we got back, she would have kicked your ass."

They both looked over at the couch, seeing the two embraced into a hug while Kristen cried.

"She's scared of him man...scared of him."

Lance leaned against the wall and rubbed his face. "This isn't good..This isn't good at all."

"I know...I don't know what to do.."

Lanced looked over at Chris and whispered.  "Dose he know that she is here?"

Chris shook his head. "No..and I don't want him to...Actually...Lance, can you go out there and tell whoever is out in the hallway to guard that door and not to let him out."

"Yeah...I will..thats a good idea..." Lance turned around, headed for the door, and stopped when his hand reached the handle. "Should I..tell them what happen?"

Chris looked over at Kristen than back to Lance. "Uh..no..just..just say...him and Kristen got into a huge fight, that he is ballistic..just..tell him...fuck yeah..if they ask just tell them, they are going to find out sooner or later.  Tell him it's for Kristen's safety and to keep him away from her until she says something or whatever."

Lance nodded and walked out into the hallway.  Chris sighed leaning his head back against the wall.  Chris walked over to where the girls where at and sat down on the table.

"We are telling the bodyguards to not let JC by you, until you are ready.  I know you are scared.  We are all going to do everything we can Kristen, everything."  His hand reached out and gently squeezed her knee.

"It's...going to be hard...I work with you guys."

"I know..all of us are going to do our best, Brittney, the guys, our bodyguards, everyone..We go home in two days..you can do it babe...You are such a strong girl."

All their heads shot up when the door opened.  Chris and Brittney sighed of relief when they saw it was Lance.

"It's just me...Mike and Lonnie know.  I told them that she is staying here for the night." He walked over to them at the couch, cracking his knuckles.

"Oh.. uh yeah.  Kristen, you can take my bed, I'll sleep on the couch."  Chris said, rubbing her arm.

"I..I don't want to sleep alone."

Lance placed his hand on Kristen's shoulder. "Sweetie you won't be.  We're here."

Kristen shook her head, "No..I mean..I don't want to be in the bed...alone.."

Chris and Lance looked at each other.. "Uhh.."

Brittney rolled her eyes.

"You idiots she meant me."

"You guys can take my bed, and yes Lance I'm sure.  The couch is comfy anyways, no problem with me."

Lance nodded and rubbed the back of his neck.
"You can barrow some of my clothes to change into Kristen."

"Thanks Chris...really..thanks..for everything."

"No need to thank me, that's what brothers do."  He smiled a little.

Kristen looked up and nodded.

"Why don't you change into some comfy clothes and just relax....this has been..god one hell of a night."

Kristen stood up and hugged Chris. "I love you."

Chris kissed the side of her head before letting her go. "Love you too kiddo."

"Thank you too Lance.  Love you" She pulled him into a hug.

"Of course sweetie, love you too."  He gave her one last squeezed before kissing the top of her head.  Chris walked into the bedroom, grabbed a pair of shirt and basketball shorts, walked back, and handed them to Kristen.

"AHEM!" Brittney stood there with her arms crossed, with a smirk across her face.

Kristen smiled a little and hugged her. "Of course you know I love you and how much I appreciate everything."

Brittney squeezed her tight than let go. "I love you too; anything for my bestie."

They watched Kristen walk into the bedroom.  Once they heard the door closed, all three of them fell back against the couch sighing.  Brittney laid her head on Lance's shoulder.

"Well this has been a day in hell." Brittney said.

Lance wrapped his arm around her. "I know.

"Chris..seriously..Thank you.  Thank you for everything." Brittney looked over at Chris.

"You don't have to thank me for anything Brittney."

"Yeah.."

They were silent for a while, until Brittney stood up and spoke.

"I'm going to go change."

The guys nodded as Brittney opened up the connecting door between their rooms and walked in.

"I'm..just still in shock.."

"I know...when she told me, I made her repeat what she said, I thought I heard wrong."

"I was hoping you were being an ass and making a horrible joke."

Lance yawned as Brittney came in the room in a pair of Lance's boxers and tank top.

"Something wrong with your clothes?"

Brittney shrugged as she sat down next to them on the couch.

"Nah just felt like wearing Lance's clothes.  I won't be sleeping in the same bed as Lance so I need something of his....Maybe for now on I'll just wear clothes like this."

"I won't be seen around you in public if you change your everyday clothes to this." Kristen said.

They all turned to see her standing there in Chris's shirt and basketball shorts.

"Feeling better?" Lance asked.

"A little."

Chris flung his hands up in the air. "You know I DO know what I'm talking about half the time."

"That's right, HALF the time." Lance joked.

"ANYWAYS; before little superstars fight, ready for bed?"

Kristen nodded and walked over to the guys to say goodnight.

"Goodnight munchkin," Chris stood up and pulled her into a hug. "Sweet dreams, love you."

Kristen hugged him back.  "Goodnight, love you too and thank you."

Chris kissed the side of her head and let her go. "Of course, anytime, I'm always here for you."

Kristen walked over and hugged Lance. "Goodnight, love you also and thank you."  Lance rubbed her back and kissed the top of her head. "Night, get some rest and I love you too."

Brittney went over and hugged Chris. "Night kid, thanks for everything." She reached up and gave him a kiss on the cheek.  Chris nodded and hugged her back. "Of course Britt, love ya get some sleep."

Brittney went over to Lance and hugged him tight.

"Mmmm....Night sugs, thank you for the date.  Sleep tight and sweet dreams." She leaned up and kissed him.

"Anything for you my dear."  He leaned down and kissed her. "Sweet dreams.  Love you."

"Love you too."

The guys watched the girls go into Chris's bedroom and closed the door. Chris stretched his arms over his head.

"O man tomorrow is going to be interesting."

Lance rubbed his face.

"Man I know."

"Should we call Joey and Justin?"

Lance sat back down on the couch, leaned back, and shrugged.

"I guess?  Probably...You know we'll probably get an earful if we didn't."

Lance flipped open his cell phone and started scrolling down his contacts.

"Do you know which bodyguard went with them?  If Joey and Justin are dancing they won't feel their phone."

Chris sat down on the couch as he thought for a moment.

"I believe Tony, Peter and Mark went with them."

Lance nodded as he pushed a couple buttons on his cell and placed it against his ear.  Chris eyes wondered the room until it landed on the blank TV screen, listening to Lance.

"Tony?  It's Lance.  Can you tell Justin and Joey they need to come back, it's an emergency....No no nothing like that...Just tell them it is an emergency and not a joke...Thanks man bye."

Lance shut his phone, staring at it in his hands.

"Tony is going to get them and head back."

Chris nodded, chewing on his thumbnail.  They both slightly jumped when Lance's cell went off.  Lance looked down at the caller ID.

"Justin."  Lance said before answering the call. "Yeah?..No this isn't a joke Justin, I'm suppose to be on a date with Brittney, why the hell would I tell you to come back when I'm suppose to have a date night with just my girl?...Yes it is that serious man, it has to do with Kristen...Uh no..she isn't okay. Listen I don't want to go over this on the phone.  Come to Chris's room when you two get here. Bye."  Lance ended the call before Justin could say anything else and sighed.

"Man..who saw this coming..."

Chris nodded as he kept chewing on his thumb.

"I'm still just waiting to wake up and find this whole thing is a nightmare."

Lance nodded.  "I knew Jace had a temper, but I never thought it would get this far."

"Just picture how Justin is going to be when we tell him."

Lance started to pick at his nail than stopped.

"Oh god...Justin has the worst temper out of everyone."

"What is the press gets a hold of this?"

"You know once they find out that they are not together anymore, it just going to go all pointing to Kristen and having Josh look like an angel out of all of this."

Chris rubbed his face with the palms of his hands.

"We're going to have to call Johnny tomorrow."

Chris sighed as he started chewing on his thumbnail again.

"Where is Kristen going to live?"

Lance shifted in his seat to look at Chris.

"What you mean where is she going to live?"

"She was going to move in with JC, remember?"

Lance leaned his head back against the end of the couch.

"Shit...I totally forgot about that....She can move in with me since Brittney will be living there."

"Yeah."  Chris nodded as he slouched down farther on the couch.  "That might be a good idea."

"You think she'll leave JIVE?"

Chris sighed as he started to rub his temples.

"Who knows man....Who knows."

Both of them jumped, being startled, when the sound of someone banging on the door filled the room.  Lance quickly jumped up and pulled open the door, putting a finger to his lips.

"Hush!"

"What the hell is going on?  Where is Kristen?  What is wrong?"  Justin asked, pushing pass Joey and walking into the room.  Chris put a finger to his lips and pointed towards the bedroom.

"Quiet; hopefully she is asleep."

Chris got up and walked over to the door that connected to Lance and Brittney's room and opened it.

"We're talking in here so we don't wake them."

Joey looked back and forth between Chris and Lance.

"Dude what the hell is going on?  Chris is way to serious it is freaking me out."

Lance grabbed a piece of paper from the hotel room and the pen, quickly writing a note letting the girls know they were next door incase if they tried looking for them.

"Go in my room and we'll tell you."

"I do not like this."  Justin said, walking through the door and plopping onto the couch, Joey taking the spot next to him.  Lance looked over at Chris, who was staring at his feet.

"You should probably tell them."

"Yeah someone tell us what the hell is going on."

Chris cleared his throat as he rubbed the back of his neck.  In his head, it seemed easier to do, but that was not the truth.

"Um..Jace and Kristen got into a huge fight..."  He started.

"That's it?"  Justin sat up, leaning his arm on his knee.  "They have gotten into fights before; this isn't new, hell everyone fights and anyways they been fighting all day."

Lance sighed as he sat down in the chair on the other side of the couch.

"He isn't done Justin, just listen."

"They are not together anymore."  Chris spat out quickly.

"Whoa whoa whoa."  Joey sat up, wide eye as he looked back and forth between Lance and Chris.  "What the hell you mean they are not together anymore?  This better be some sick ass joke."

"I wish it was....but it's not.  They got into a huge fight on how Jace being an ass lately and you know she does not keep anything back, she spoke her feelings from this morning, and everything just escalated.  I guess things got really heated and they were shouting at each other, he called her a bitch, she called him an ass, and it got out of control that Jace chucked the TV remote at her."

Joey gasped, as Justin sat there with his jaw dropped, dumbfounded.

"She got so scared; he actually threw something at her like John use to do and she left him.  I found her at my door crying and having a goddamn panic attack.  She is a mess.  I called Brittney and Lance right away and Brittney is with her in my bedroom, hopefully asleep, but that is probably not the answer."

Joey flopped back against the couch, running his hand over his hair.

"Holy shit.." Joey mumbled.

Justin stood up.

"I'm going to kill him."

Lance quickly got up, placing his hands on his shoulder and pushed him back down on the couch.

"We all want to right now, but we can't."
"Why fucking not!?  He just fucking threw something at Kristen!  What part of that do you not understand!?  How can you just fucking sit here when he could of hurt her!"

"Justin, calm down.  We are all pissed right now but beating the shit out of him is not going to do anything.  We are calling Johnny tomorrow and just, I dunno figure something out."

Justin clinched his fists together while mumbled "basterd" under his breath.

"How do you think I felt when I found her?  It broke my heart while she was sitting there, in front of me, telling me everything.  She was shaking so bad...I've never seen her like this."

"What are we going to do?"  Joey asked.

"We're not letting him go by her."  Chris took a deep breath before letting it out.  "I guess good thing we head back home in three days, but we are all just going to have to work this out and not let her alone."

"Oh trust me..." Justin ran his knuckles up and down his pant legs.  "I can do that."

Chris rubbed his face as he closed his eyes.  Who ever said a life of a popstar was easy, as never been in a popstars shoes before.