| The Great Outdoors by Destiny Chris "Dammit Dani, what the hell does that mean?" Chris paced around his tiny office with a headset attached to his ears, a bottle of pepto in his hand. He paused to guzzle a fair amount before continuing to wear a hole in the new carpet. He listened as his ex-girlfriend spoke figures faster and more furiously than his mind could process. "Cut the shit," he spat, sinking down into the couch near his picture window. He stared out over the city with envy. All those happy people down there scurrying about without a care in the world. Not a fucking care when his business was headed down the john. "What does that mean, Dani? I need English not some fucking business head babble that makes my head spin. What will it mean to us if Nordstram's pulls out? Can we keep any of the advance since we've already started to ship and what about the goddamned contracts? Doesn't anyone believe in keeping their word anymore?" "Oh, kinda like you right Chris?" Chris' mouth dropped open at her words. "Why the hell do you do this? Hmm? Jesus, Dani, it's not about us anymore. It's about Fumanskeeto now. And since you're an intrical part of it, you need to forget there was an us and move ahead." His words were cool and he regretted them instantly. The last thing he wanted was for her to know how much he still loved her, how many nights he cried because she wasn't there in bed beside him. Hell, that was the last complication he needed after dumping her ass. Chris simply loved her too much and it interfered with N Sync. N Sync came first, Fumanskeeto second, his family third. There was no room for girlfriends and love and cuddles and all the shit that he missed so badly it pained him. He heard the stony silence on the other end of the phone line. He knew she was frowning and probably had a tear in her eye. God, how he hated the fact he'd put those tears there. "So?" he asked, shaking his head. A hackey sat nearby and he began to toss it in the air. The summer tour was coming up quickly and of course he'd have to start to hack again. Shit, it was the same damn thing every show, the same four faces he had to sit and stare at day in and out. At least he'd gotten rid of Meet n Greets. Those fucking things drove him insane and after Justin's spat with a fan he insisted no fan contact. No more of this shit. Damn, people could just renig on contracts and make up lies. Was there no justice? "I'll fax the shit over, Chris. If you have any more questions, call my assistant." Her click was so deafening it shook his bones. He sighed and ripped the headset off his ears, throwing it onto his desk. Nothing was going right lately, not a goddamned thing. |