Lustful Memoirs
By: Gina - gina@basic-nstynct.com
Chapter SeventeenThe phone rang ending the night's peaceful sleep. I grabbed the receiver from the nightstand and grumpily muttered the word Hello. The voice on the other end of the phone belonged to Marie. I sat up in bed, trying to register what she was saying. She was wondering how things were going. I told her that everything was going fine. She told me that she had talked to Johnny and he had assured her of the same. He told her that although I had been spending time with the guys, my real job didn't start until they left for tour. He informed Marie that my services would be in greater demand then. I was shocked that she had called Johnny to check up on me, though I didn't let her know this. I should be accustomed to it by now, Marie needed to be sure that he girls were performing at her expectations. We talked for several minutes, and then said our good-byes. I looked at the clock, it was 8:30, and I couldn't imagine why Marie would call this early, considering that it was only 5:30 in LA. I laid back down on the bed, hoping to get a couple more hours sleep but that wasn't going to happen. I got up, dressed and headed downstairs. I bumped into Joey on the staircase.
"Hey, Blake, Good morning." He said, his brown eyes holding the same glimmer of always.
"Good morning, Joey. Rehearsing today?" I questioned.
"Yeah, all the guys are downstairs, I have to go change my shoes though, can't dance in these." He shrugged.
I smiled at him as we continued our ascent and descent of the stairs. I went into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee, I noticed pastries sitting on the counter, and I grabbed one and headed toward the glass sitting room. I sat in one of the lounge chairs, enjoying the warmth of the sun beating down through the windows. I would have to say that that room was my favorite of the house. It was comfortable and welcoming. I sat for several minutes content with my own thoughts when Johnny entered. He sat across from me.
"Hey, Blake, how is it going?" He asked.
"I believe it is going well, I thought you were out of town." I replied.
"I was, just got back this morning. I hope the guys have been treating you well."
"I can't complain."
"Well, I am glad to hear that." He said, a smile on his face.
"Johnny, when does the tour start?"
"In about a week. The exact plan for the tour had yet to be worked out. There are several other factors involved right now that need to be sorted, but within 2 weeks their tour should start. The venues are booked, but these other things are standing in the way."
"Thanks, I was just wondering."
"When everything is settle, you will be given a tour itinerary."
"Great, I'm looking forward to travelling." I said as I looked at him.
"Tell me that after doing it for three or four months." He said with a smile.
I laughed, "well, I'm going to watch rehearsal, I'll talk to you later."
I exited the room and walked back to the kitchen. I entered and saw JC sitting at the table. I wasn't sure how to approach him, but I couldn't just ignore the fact that he was sitting there. I muttered a good morning, and he returned with the same, his eyes not leaving the object he held in his hand. I couldn't make out what it was through the distance that separated us, but it certainly held his undivided attention.
"Rehearsal over," I asked.
"No," he replied, his eyes still cast down.
Feeling that I was getting no where with the conversation at hand, I thought that I would at least try to figure out what the night would hold.
"JC, about tonight," I started, but he interrupted.
"Just meet me in my room, around 9." He stated, still not moving his head.
"Okay," I replied and then left him alone. I bumped into Justin as I left the room, a nauseous feeling taking over my body as our skin touched.
"Hey, Blake, How are you?" He questioned, much to my shock and amazement. It took me several minutes to recover and reply.
"I'm fine, Justin. You?"
"As good as always. Hey, have you seen JC? We seem to have misplaced him." He asked, his tone still friendly.
"He's in the kitchen, sitting at the table," I replied. "Justin, I think there is something wrong with him."
"How long did it take you to figure that out?" The blonde asked, there wasn't a hint of sarcasm to be found in his voice, but I saw the worry and concern etch in his eyes as the conversation surrounded this subject.
"Not long," I replied.
"I'll take care of him." Justin stated and then entered the kitchen. I watched him until his body could no longer be seen. My shock over the conversation that was exchanged evident on my features. Every time I started to feel like I knew him for the conceited prick that I thought he was, he did something totally out of the blue and I was confused all over again. I shook my head, willing myself to not think about Justin. JC baffled me enough, I didn't need to try and figure out two of them.
I returned to my room and changed into my swimsuit. With rehearsal still going on, I would have the pool all to myself. I spent an hour in the pool, reveling in warmth of the sun and the coolness of the water. I exited the pool and laid on one of the lawn chairs, I thought that I would take advantage of the sun's rays and work on my tan. I hadn't been laying there long when I heard a splash in the pool and my body was covered by droplets of water. I turned on my side and looked for the origin of the splash, when four heads emerged from the water. Joey, Chris, Justin, and Lance were all in the pool, apparently Justin being the loser of some, "last one in," game. The younger man, looking much like a boy with his hair matted to his head by the water and the playfulness evident in his facial features, whined at the loss. He complained that the others were cheating. I watched them as they played in the pool. They had pulled out a basketball net and were playing water b-ball, as Justin called it. He the sure winner. Shortly, lunch was served on the nearby table and the group surrounded it like wild beasts. I couldn't believe how much food they consumed, especially Justin, he was like a never ending black pit. I looked at him, his muscles flexing as he moved. I wondered where all the food went, there wasn't an ounce of fat to be pinched on his body. The mood was cheerful and friendly. I noticed that their favorite past time was poking fun at each other. Poor Lance seemed to be at the center of most of it, during one particularly crude joke, I turned and said, "Yeah, well, I think that Lance is the best looking of all of you."
My words were met with playful disdain and bewilderment. Chris said, "Wow, Lance two women in the world think that you are attractive. Who would have ever believed that. I wouldn't of, until I heard it with my own ears."
Justin spent the time pouting playfully and accusing Lance of stealing all of the woman, he said, "Damn, Lance when did you get so fine. All my fans are flocking to you now."
Chris was the next to speak up and his words made me laugh harder then I already was, "Well, Justin, if you had some kind of personality to back up those looks perhaps you wouldn't lose so many of your fans. Meeting you is a big disappointment for them."
Justin looked at Chris and shook his head, pouting that no one loved him. "I love you, Justin." The voice came from behind me, I turned to find that the owner was JC. He made his way over to the joking party and grabbed a sandwich. . I was glad to see him joining the group and more importantly eating. Justin hit him on the back as he sat down and the two exchanged some quiet words. Then the conversation went back to pure chaos, no subject was left untouched. I learned many things that afternoon. Chris and Justin were the main instigators, and I found it funny, that JC wasn't immune to their torment either. Chris and Justin were in the middle of a joke and they kept turning to JC and asking if he was still following. I didn't understand at first, but they continued this, until the joke was over and Chris, Justin, Lance, and Joey were laughing. JC looked at his four counterparts and said, "Wait I don't get it." This only elicited another roar of laughter. "We know," Chris stated, " that's the joke, fool." JC just shook his head and laughed.
They continued playing in the pool and talking for the remainder of the afternoon. I was delighted to just watch them. They were, I noticed, not for the first time, more then a group. They were family. A little after five, they parted, Joey and Justin talking about their plans for the night, Chris and Lance talking on their cell phones to their girlfriends. I didn't notice JC leave, but he was gone when I looked around. Only one figure remained, he was doing laps in the pool. The blonde curls bobbing on top of the water indicated that it was Justin. I watched him swim, and had to admit to myself that there was no doubt that he was attractive. His arms and body rippled with muscle and after the way he acted today, perhaps he wasn't the obnoxious jerk I had pegged him for. His care and concern for JC was unquestionable. I wanted to ask him, if JC was okay. I waited for him to finish swimming. He emerged from the pool, his skin glistening with water and his eyes twinkling. He grabbed a towel and wiped it over his hard body. I watched his actions, finding myself getting turned on by them. I shook my head, my body was insatiable, but the night held promise of time with JC.
He approached me, and I wondered what was going to come out of his mouth. "Have fun today, Blake?" he questioned, his tone unreadable.
"I did, you guys are so funny." I had to tell him the truth.
"Yeah," he said, fondly remembering the events that had occurred.
"Justin, can I ask you about JC?"
"What do you want to know?" He countered.
"Is he okay?" I asked the first question.
"He will be. He just has a lot on his mind right now." Justin replied looking at the setting sun.
"Is there anything that I can do for him?"
"I don't know." Justin answered my question truthfully, the compassion for his friend registering in his deep blue eyes.
The conversation seemed to be over, however, Justin sat transfixed by the glorious sight of the setting sun.
"Beautiful isn't it?" I asked the rhetorical question.
"Yes it is. But I prefer sun rise to sun set."
"Why," I wanted to know, seeing a side of him that I had never seen before, reflective and sensitive.
"Well, the sun rise is full of hope and dreams, the day is beginning and at that moment you have the power to design your day, to make plans of what you want to accomplish in that one single 24 hour period. Anything can happen, there aren't any limits. The sun set, however, is a time of reflection. A time to think back over the day that you have just had and come to terms with the events that have transpired, most of the time when I sit and watch the sun set, I think of all of the people that are disappointed in me, once again, because I have failed to live up to their expectations."
He stood up suddenly, as if he had shared information and feelings that he hadn't expected to. "Well, anyway, I have to go get ready to go out. Talk to you later." He left. I sat stunned by his candidness, and his self doubt. I hadn't ever thought for a moment that it was contained in him. I sat and watched the sun set, thinking back on Justin's words and wondered who's expectations he was trying to live up to, and who told him that he had failed.