| "Hey baby, thanks." Justin's eyes were having a hard time staying open. The combination of drinking and lack of sleep was taking it's toll on him. He knew he was out with Joey and JC in a club, afterparty. He knew there were lines of girls surrounding him, offering him all sorts of goodies. He had one hand planted firmly on a woman's thigh, while the other one held his beer. Signing was out of the question. His hands wouldn't form to hold a pen if he wanted them to. From the corner of his eye, he spotted Joey doing some kind of sex move with two girls. He bit back a laugh at his friend's antics. Girls would do anything for that guy, anything. It was like he had a spell over them. Sure enough, within minutes, the two girls were kissing, with Joey collecting a wad of money from JC. When would JC learn? "Ohmygod, I just love you," the newest girl gushed, thrusting her barely legal chest in his face. Justin nodded, taking another sip of his beer. His eyes darted around, trying to catch a glimpse of anyone who would truly intrigue him. He removed his hand from the thigh it had so idilly rested on for the past few minutes, and stood up. The girls parted, like the Red Sea, and he moved from their company. The music was loud, dangerously loud, and briefly he thought how much damage was being done to his eardrums. He covered his ears, paranoid about things like that, and made his way to the dance floor. If he could keep his feet from tripping over one another, maybe dancing would be fun. Drunk and dance never sat well with him. He turned right into a clutz when he drank, every motherfucking time. A silly grin pulled his lips into a smile, and he landed a hand on Joey's shoulder. "Feel like sharing?" he asked, eyeing the two girls who were still engaged in a passionate kiss. Joey shrugged. "If you can get them apart." Justin threw his hands up. "I ain't going there," he smiled. "I'll go somewhere else." He moved away from his friend and stood in the middle of the dance floor. The music enveloped him, and he started to dance. Thankfully, it was a good night, and he manged to stay on his feet. A very plain looking woman was staring intently at him from the side, and try as he might, he just could not get her to stop looking. It was unnerving him, greatly, mostly because he couldn't seem to stop looking back. Finally, he stormed over to her, cheeks flush, head sweaty. "Why the hell are you looking at me?" he asked, leaning in close. She smelled of rose petals, and summertime. The scent pulled him closer, fascinated. "Well?" She smiled and rays of light flew from her eyes. "Wanna go to a foam party?" Justin blinked slowly. "A what?" he questioned. "Foam party. It's lewd." She smiled again. He couldn't figure her out. "Um, I have to go get my friends. They're over there." He turned to point, but when he turned back around, she was gone. "Well, that's rude," he sighed, standing on tip toes to see where she went. He caught a glimpse of her walking backward toward the exit. Dashing into the crowd, he grabbed JC and Joey. "Come on," he gasped, dragging them out behind him. "Wait!" JC yelled, pulling away. "Security. They're way over there!" Justin laughed loudly. "Stop being a pansy and let's go!" Joey needed no prodding. He loved to escape security and be on his own. He helped Justin with JC and they tore out of the club onto the street. "Now what?" Joey asked. Justin looked up and down the street for signs of the girl. She was standing down the block, waving to him. "This way!" he shouted, rushing toward her, leaving Joey to grab JC. "I'm going back," JC warned, digging his heels into the sidewalk. "I am not following that drunken asshole." Joey was persistant, and didn't give up. "Would you live a little JC?" he grunted, tugging harder. "Justin, wait up!" He didn't want to loose him, and JC was being stubborn. "Justin!" he yelled louder, watching as he ignored him, chasing after the girl. "Jesus!" he groaned, yanking JC. Justin flew like the wind, hurrying down the deserted street after the strange girl. He didn't know why he was following her, but had a feeling there was a reason. Lewd? What did she mean by that. He saw her turn the corner and waved for Joey and JC to step up their snail's pace. Rounding the corner, he slammed right into her, knocking her to the ground. "I'm sorry," he said, extending a hand to help her up. God, but she was mousy. Straight brown hair, dull hazel eyes, long baggy sweater over old stretch pants and glasses that could easily double as coke bottles. Joey popped his head around, glad to see Justin. "Wanna give me a hand?" he begged, holding up one resistant JC sleeve. Justin laughed and tugged, forcing JC around the corner with them. "This way," the girl said, pulling back a grey door. "The lights are a bit blinding, so just hold onto the person in front of you." Justin clutched onto her sweater, feeling JC grab his, and assumed Joey was picking up the rear. She was right, the lights were brighter than anything he'd ever seen, making his eyes shut instinctively. "Shit!" he heard JC hiss. "Justin, I'm going to kill you for this." Joey laughed from behind, quite enjoying himself. He followed them down the long hallway, eyes half shut, until they were plunged in darkness. Justin felt her disappear, and for a fleeting moment, panicked. "Hey," he called out, backing up a little. He felt the tip of JC's shoe under his sneaker. "Watch it!" JC grumbled, yanking his foot back and shoving Justin's back. Justin's eyes tried to adjust to the dark, but it was no use. The previous lights had blinded him, and he felt around for the wall. Suddenly, several hands were upon him, stripping his clothes from him. "What the fuck?" he stammered. He heard JC's protests as well, and Joey chuckling, that dumb, drunk/high laugh he often got. "Stop that!" he cried, swatting hands away. Then she was there, again, close. He smelled that summery scent. "It's okay," she whispered gently. "Let them do it. You'll be safe. Open your mind." He trusted her, for whatever reason. Lifting his arms up, he felt his shirt float away. Then his jeans fall down. Gently, he stepped out of them and stood there, naked. "Good," she cooed. "Let's go." Justin reached behind him for JC. "Man, you there?" he called out. No doubt, JC was pissed, furious at him right now. This was way out of his league. JC muttered his reply, and grabbed onto Justin's shoulders. "You are so fucking dead," he hissed, waiting for Joey's hand to find his shoulder. Unfortuantely, it found his ass instead, making him jump. "Fatone, up a little will ya!" Justin proceeded down the hall, his hand in hers. "Ready?" she asked, running her hand along the small of his back. He gulped with anticipation. Whaever was next, he wasn't sure he wanted to see. The soft bubbles touched his feet, and he curled his toes. "Foam?" he asked her. "That's it." Justin grinned, though no one could see him. He pushed forward, and as the double doors opened, gasped. JC stood next to him, with Joey next. No one breathed. The entire room was full of foam, bubble bath type foam, and dozens of naked people jumping around to loud music. The only illumination were several black lights hung high from the ceiling. It was truly the craziest sight they'd ever seen. Justin stood back, watching carefully. He glanced to his side, amazed to see the beautiful woman next to him. "You look different," he stammered. Her brown hair was pulled up, and the glasses were gone, as were the baggy clothes, revealing a knockout body. JC frowned, holding his hand between his leg. "No way am I going in there," he stated, flatly. "I'll be right here with my naked ass pressed against the wall." Joey grinned and dove in, making his way over to three very fine looking naked women. "See ya," he said happily. She moved into the bubbles, cradling Justin's large hands in her tiny ones. "Come on," she grinned. "Time to get funky." Justin shook his head, laughing. Now this was the kind of fun he liked. Down and dirty, different. He pushed through the bubbles, his hands encircling her waist as the music slowed. His body moved easily, and the music, although loud, was not as threatening as the other club. His eyes locked with hers, and she grinned. "Feels good to let yourself go, be free!" She spun out of his arms and twirled, letting the soapy bubbles cover most of her body. "Twirl with me Justin." He laughed, but did as he was told, extending his arms out and spinnng around and around. His head lifted to the ceiling and he stared at the glow in the dark stars dotting the blackness. The foam crept its way up his body, tickling his stomach and making his thighs slick. The warmest feeling overcame him and in the back of his mind, he wondered if this was what paradise felt like. JC's hands on his arms didn't register at first. Seveal body shakes later, and Justin pulled his gaze from the stars. "What?" he giggled childishly. JC's blue eyes were narrowed and he leaned in close. "I think they drugged us," he stated, shaking his head as if to fend off the feelings. "I don't feel right." Justin frowned, unhappy at having his moment spoiled. "JC, go away," he demanded, looking through the bubbles for his summer girl. She was right there, her gaze heavy and intense. With one delicate finger, she waved him closer. He ignored JC's complaints and hurried by her side. "Is he okay?" she asked, burying her head against the smoothness of his chest. Carefully, she planted little kissed just below his collarbone, wrapping her hands around his waist. "Mmm," he murmered back, giving into the pure perfectness of the moment. He didn't feel embarassed, or unsure. He felt none of the usual hangups that accompanied nakedness or being surrounded by dozens of bodies. Only peace, happiness, and yes, summertime. Leaning in, he rested his chin upon her head, sighing with satisfaction. His arms fit nicely around her shoulders and he held her tight. From the distance of his mind, he heard JC's cries, faintly. Slowly, he turned, still smiling brillantly, and watched as two women and one man surrounded JC, pushing him down into the bubbles. Justin saw him disappear, in a most unhurried fashion. He squinted to get a better look at his friend's face and was horrified to see such fear filling those trusting blue eyes. Quickly, he pulled away from her in an attempt to help him out. A rapid glance around for Joey proved futile, he was no where in sight. She grasped his hand, digging her scruffy nails firmly into his flesh. "No," she whispered softly, tugging him back to her arms. "He'll be fine. He needs to learn to let go." Justin let himself return to her arms, but kept his head firmly facing the direction of JC. "He doesn't like stuff like this," he explained, weakly. "JC is not a free person. He fights to keep himself closed down." "I know," she replied gently, tracing his cheek with her fingertip. The sensation caused Justin to shiver, tiny goosebumps raising up across his skin. "He has to learn," she repeated, leaning in to nip at his earlobe. "They'll take him places he's never been." Justin leaned into the touch of her, the feel of her body next to his. He wanted to believe her, that JC needed to relax. The cries didn't stop from underneath the sea of foam, however, and Justin pressed his eyes closed in attempts to block the sound out. He couldn't do it. JC was suffering. "I'm sorry," he gasped, pulling from her. "I have to get him out of here." He searched her hazel eyes for acceptance, but found none. "I've lead you to something very few people get. If you leave now, you're not to return." Eyeing him carefully, she blinked hard. "Do you want to give this up?" His mind whirled, and he thought maybe he had been drugged. Of course he didn't want to give it up, the feeling was euphoric, dangerously so. But JC, he was his oldest friend. He was in need. "I can't," he said through gritted teeth, forcing his gaze from her. Diving blindly into the bubbles, he pushed his way toward the sound. "JC, I"m coming. Keep talking." A hand landed on his and he struggled to shove the foam away. Joey came eye to eye with him, the same look of placid concern on his face. "JC?" he questioned, searching Justin's face. "Yeah, let's get him." Together they bulldozed through the bubbles, which seemed to have increased ten fold since beginning their search. "JC! Man, keep talking." His talks were really more cries of protest than anything, and soon, Joey's hand landed on JC's arm. "Got him," he yelled, elbowing the three attackers away. "Leave him be!" he shouted, dragging his friend up and out of the white foam. "Justin, let's hit!" Justin popped out from underneath and glanced backwards to see his summer girl standing there, hands on her hips. She looked like an angel, a pissed off angel, but still heavenly. "Come on!" JC hissed, heading for the exit. Justin followed, reluctantly, knowing he'd never have that feeling again. Once at the hallway, they found towels hanging next to their clothes. Hurridely they dressed, now frightened a bit by the whole thing. In the darkness of the hall, they felt their way to the bright light, then back out to the street, promptly colliding with one of their bodyguards. "Where the fuck you been?" he boomed, shaking his head angrily at the three singers. JC scowled, pushing past them all to the waiting limo. "I don't wanna talk about it," he grumbled. Joey ran his fingers through his hair and sighed, looking over at Justin. "Did you feel it?" he asked in a hushed tone. Justin nodded as he trailed behind security to the car. "Freaky!" he mumbled, trying to recapture that blissful feeling. Whatever it had been, it was gone now. Justin slumped into the leather seat and shut his eyes, letting the weight of the night sink in. Summertime was over! |
| FOAM by destiny |