Justin walked into the room, his face beaming, greeting his four brothers. "Oh man, I am floating. We are getting married on Valentine's Day. That girl will be mine forever." He flitted around the room, doing a happy dance, his long thin fingers fluttering in the air. He drew them across his face, the back of his hand softly brushing his mouth. His mincing steps stopped the four and left them in openmouthed wonder. Chris stared and said it first., "What the fuck, boy? Do you have any idea what you look like?" Justin's face dropped, "What, man?" he said, looking at Chris and then at each of the others in turn, totally clueless. Lance spoke first, "Um, Jus, um, you just seem a little...." "Flamey. Isn't that the word you're looking for?" Chris spat out. "Um, yeah. You do know that the fans think that, right?" "Really? Why?" Justin said, a blank look on his perfect features. The four groaned in unison. Joey started, "You kind of walk funny, man, little girlie steps. Sometimes, just sometimes." "Justin, you have this real girlie lilt. It's called a stereotype but it's a stereotype for a reason, man, " Chris threw in. "You drape your arm around any of us that are within reach and lay all over us especially when a camera is around," Lance added. Justin screwed his face up, "Your point is????" JC screamed, "The point is you outflame me and that is statistically an impossibility for a straight man." "Oh yeah, well Britney doesn't think so<" Justin sniffed, "She thinks I'm pretty fucking hot." "Oh, so we're off the virgin kick, huh?" "Well, uh, no, oh shit, whatever. The point is she knows I'm a man's man." "That's the truth, baby boy!!!!" they sang as one and Justin wiggled his hips and flounced out of the room. back |