"I should've gone after JC," Chris said, pushing the mac and cheese around on his plate.

The food had finished shortly after Justin had left, Joey having finished up the skewers. They'd talked about waiting for Justin, and possibly JC, to return, but in the end they'd decided to go ahead and get started. A bit of small talk had been attempted at first, but a silence lapsed over them and Chris couldn't help thinking about JC, wondering if Justin would be able to get through to him.

"You were the one who drove him away in the first place," Joey said.

"So?" Chris wasn't fazed by the attempt to make him feel bad for what he'd done. "I'm not convinced Justin can get him to talk."

"You weren't exactly successful," Lance pointed out. "He ran away from you so short of tying him down and torturing it out of him, I'm not sure you'd fair much better."

"Don't think that thought hasn't crossed my mind."

Yes, it'd only been about a week since JC and Emma had broken up, but that'd also been a week JC hadn't said two words to them about it. Not to mention none of them had seen much of him since it'd happened. The exception of course was the last couple days, but he couldn't exactly bail out of group functions without arousing even more suspicion. After all, he'd been extended several offers to hang out with any of them and turned pretty much all of them down.

Justin and JC may have some weird connection, but Chris knew too well how JC's mind worked. Probably because they were in similar in their need to keep most things to themselves. It wasn't exactly that they necessarily wanted to keep things from the guys; it was more that they'd gotten used to being so self-reliant growing up that it was hard to confide in other people. And while Justin no doubt had an understanding of all that, Chris was sure he didn't really get it so he wouldn't be able to hit the right buttons.

"Is it really a big deal if JC doesn't want to talk?" Kelly asked, adding a spoonful of potato salad to her plate. "I know he scared you guys before, but he's a grown man. You can't force him to talk to you."

"And by pushing him you might just drive him away more," Kim added.

Joey smiled. "You trying to upstage Chris and his psychology?"

Kim shook her head. "Psychology has nothing to do with it. It's common sense. The more you tell him he has to talk about it, the angrier he'll get and the more he won't want to."

"He may not want to, but he needs to," Chris said. "That much is obvious after what happened when he didn't talk about anything. Bad things happen when he lets things build."

"And what about you?" Lance asked.

Chris looked at him in surprise. "What about me?"

"Maybe JC would be more apt to open up if someone else did."

"I have nothing to talk about," Chris said.

"Uh huh," Lance replied disbelievingly. "You're a hypocrite. You get on JC's case, but you're just as open as he is when the tables are turned on you."

Chris narrowed his eyes, glaring at the bass singer across the table. "We're talking about JC. Not me."

Lance just raised an eyebrow, giving him a look that clearly said he was driving his point home. Chris was a little angry at being called out. He hadn't given any of them a reason to think something was up, so he wasn't sure how Lance had gotten that impression. But what bothered him even more than that was that he knew Lance was right. As the oldest, he didn't often permit them to worry about him.

Joey cleared his throat. "So how much longer do you think Justin will be gone?" he asked, trying to change the subject. Though, he got an elbow in the gut from Kelly for the trouble as that wasn't a topic that was far enough from the one they were just on.

The sound of the sliding glass door opening made Chris look up and he saw Justin step outside. "Not long," he said, watching as his youngest friend walked over to where they were sitting around the large outdoor table.

"Hey, guys," Justin greeted. He planted a quick kiss on Kim's lips before taking an open chair next to Vanessa, grabbing an empty plate and piling on food.

"Well?" Chris said, looking at Justin expectantly.

"He told me what happened between him and Emma."

Justin recounted what JC had told him in between bites of his early dinner. Chris listened with a frown, his anger growing. He'd liked Emma and he'd been hopeful she wasn't a bitch like JC's other girlfriends had been, but that'd obviously been too much to hope for.

Justin finished by turning to Vanessa and saying, "He told me to apologize for him. He said it was nice to meet you."

"You should've made him come," Chris said. "Or better yet, pushed him to tell you more. You needed to take advantage of him opening up."

"He didn't really," Justin objected, shaking his head. "I mean, yeah he told me what happened, but he sounded so detached. Like he was just telling me enough to get me off his back."

"If that's true, then why didn't you push harder?"

Justin sighed, putting down his fork and looking Chris in the eye. "Because bottling up his emotions wasn't the only thing that led to his little meltdown. Stress played a part and I don't want to put any more on himself than he already has."

"What stress could he possibly have? I understand why he did before, but we're on a break. We already know the choreography for the second leg," Chris said.

"This is JC you're talking about," Joey replied. "He always find something to stress about."

"And we're changing a few things for the second leg," Lance corrected. "There'll be some new steps for a couple of the songs and I think we're going to throw in some Christmas songs to get everyone in the mood."

Chris paused for a second, thrown by that information since he'd completely forgotten they'd arranged that. But he quickly dismissed it as he looked back at Justin, getting them back on track. "You should've pushed anyway. Something's obviously wrong."

"I'm going back there later. I told him I'd bring him some food, so I'll talk to him then, okay?" Justin said. "Besides, he's hell bent on finding his cat. He says he hasn't seen it for most of the day."

There was a bit of chuckling around the table. Of course JC was a responsible pet owner, needing to make sure the cat didn't run off and that she was adjusting to her new home okay. Chris would've made a joke at JC's expense, but it wasn't as fun if he wasn't there for him to tease.

A ringing phone interrupted Chris's thoughts and he quickly realized it was coming from his pocket. He pulled out the phone with a feeling of dread, having a good idea who was calling him as he hadn't heard from his father since yesterday. So it was to his great surprise that it was his real estate agent.

"Hey, Stace," Chris greeted once he answered the phone.

Chris got up from the table and walked a couple feet away so he didn't force the rest of the table to sit in silence as he held his phone call. He listened as his real estate agent, Stacey, practically rambled on about the three properties she wanted to show him. She explained to him that they all had pretty much everything he'd listed as must haves and she thought they really suited him. He promised he'd meet her just after lunch tomorrow so he could take a look.

When he returned to the table, Vanessa and Lance were standing like they were getting ready to head out. "You're leaving?" Chris asked them.

Vanessa nodded. "I just remembered I'd promised my friend I'd be there for moral support as she puts down her dog. It was nice to meet you though."

Chris's phone rang again and he dug it out of his pocket as he shot Vanessa an apologetic look. "I'm sorry. It was nice to meet you too."

As before, Chris walked away from the group, but he did it much more for privacy this time. His landlord was calling and as far as Chris was concerned, there were only a handful of reasons he could have for wanting to talk to him and he'd already paid the rent for the month.

"Hi, Pat. What's up?"

"I've gotten several complaints from tenants in your building," Patrick, his landlord, said.

"About what?" Chris asked. "I'm not even home."

"There's a man in the hallway outside your apartment. He's been there for the last hour or so and he's making your neighbors nervous. They say he won't leave."

Chris sighed, knowing without a doubt who it was. It just figured he couldn't get more than a day without his father getting in the way and pulling some kind of stupid shit.

"I'm surprised you're calling me instead of the cops," Chris said.

"Well, some of your neighbors seem to think the man's your dad. You seem like a good kid so I wanted to give you a chance to deal with it before I brought the police in on it," Patrick explained.

Chris was kind of surprised his neighbors had figured out the man was his father, but he quickly realized he shouldn't have been. Robert had been showing up at all hours ever since they'd gotten home from the tour. Not to mention, they'd had a fairly loud disagreement in the hall yesterday as Robert had refused to come in and talk like a civilized person. Of course their voices would've carried and been easily overheard by his neighbors.

"Thanks, man," Chris said, barely resisting the urge to sigh again. "I'll take care of it."

"No problem. I know a thing or two about family drama."

Chris thanked him again and hung up the phone, feeling more tired than angry. He was sick of dealing with Robert, especially since he seemed to just keep interrupting his life - the life he'd gotten together without any help from his supposed father. And he was going to do everything he had to in order to keep Robert from ruining it.

"I'm going to take off too," Chris told everyone when he rejoined them, Lance and Vanessa having just left.

"Everything okay?" Kelly asked.

Chris nodded. "Yeah. I just have to take care of something."

Kim and Kelly exchanged a look with Justin, but they didn't say anything. Joey, on the other hand, objected. "Can't it wait?" Joey asked. "We haven't even had dessert yet."

Chris actually laughed at that, feeling a bit of the tension lift. "You don't need me to do that. Besides, it works out better this way. You get rid of the fifth wheel and the two couples can share the dessert by candlelight or something."

"The sun's not even setting yet," Kim pointed out.

Chris waved a dismissive hand. "You know what I mean."

"You know you're not a fifth wheel, right?" Kelly asked.

"Yeah, man. You don't have to leave," Joey said.

"Actually, I do. I wasn't kidding when I said I had something to do, but I appreciate the offer." Chris pulled out his car keys before any of them could object further or try to get him to tell them just what he had to do. "Catch you guys later."

Chris cut through the house to get to the driveway and hopped in his car. It took him about twenty minutes to get to his apartment that was on the edge of downtown Orlando. He wasted no time parking his car and heading into his building. When he turned the corner and entered his hallway, he was surprised to see that Robert wasn't standing by his door.

"Maybe he finally got tired of waiting and left," Chris mumbled to himself.

He was willing to believe that until he got up to his door, his hand extended to put the key in the lock and he quickly realized the door was open a crack. Angrily, he pushed the door open and stormed into his apartment, knowing there was only one explanation. Robert had broken into his home.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Chris demanded, his eyes immediately falling on Robert who was lounging on his couch.

"Took you long enough," Robert said, rising from the couch leisurely.

"How'd you get in here? You break down the door or something?"

Robert shook his head, smirking slightly like the thought amused him. "I picked the lock," he said matter-of-factly. Chris stared at him incredulously and Robert shrugged. "I had to do something. You were taking forever and I was beginning to think your neighbors were going to call the cops."

"They should have," Chris said darkly. "The only reason they didn't was they thought they were doing me a favor by giving me a chance to take care of it. Too bad because they would've saved me the trouble."

Robert gave him a look. "You really going to call the cops on your dear old dad?"

It was said somewhat mockingly and Chris narrowed his eyes. The more he saw his father, the less patience he had for the man. Not that he had much patience to begin with so that was really saying something.

"You're not a father. You're just a sperm donor." Chris gave him a look. "One that I want nothing to do with."

"Well, that's too damn bad. I'm not leaving you alone until I get what I want."

Chris closed the gap between them, staring into eyes that very much looked like his own. "Yeah, and I told you you're not getting shit from me."

"It's not like you can't afford it. You bought your mother a house, didn't you?" Robert said, a knowing look in his eye. "In fact, I heard it was one of the first things you did after you got back from Europe and had some money."

"I didn't have much, but yeah I used it to take care of my family. Something you know nothing about."

Robert softened his face marginally. "It wasn't my choice to leave. Your mother made me."

"That's a bunch of bullshit," Chris said, not falling for the brief moment of parental concern Robert was trying for. "You couldn't handle it so you split, leaving her to deal with everything on her own."

Robert's face twisted with anger, any traces of softness gone. "She tell you that?"

"No," Chris shook his head. "She tried to excuse it by saying you were young and your parents wanted you to go to college, but I saw through that. I knew you were just a selfish jerk who bailed when things got tough."

Without any warning, Robert fisted the front of Chris's shirt and slammed him against the closest wall. "I tried to make things work," he all but growled into Chris's ear. "I stuck around for two years, but I couldn't handle Bev whoring herself off to every guy she ran into."

Chris recovered from the initial shock at being manhandled, throwing Robert off him. "My mother's not a whore. I heard the stories. You were just a jealous dick. She couldn't so much as talk to another guy without you going into a rage."

When Chris was younger he'd overheard the things that his mother had told one her best friends, Tiffany, about, confiding in just what Robert had done. Things had been anything but good, even long before he left. She had often lamented that things hadn't worked out as she'd thought Chris needed his father - someone to teach him all the things she couldn't.

Chris had never wanted a single thing, not from that man anyway. It'd been his mother's idea to call his father after he'd graduated high school to see if he could live with him for a while. Originally his plan had been to go to New York to try to find a way into the music scene, but he'd admitted he was curious about his father. He'd had no memories of the man and he'd needed to see him, even if it was only for closure. Of course, he hadn't figured it'd bite him in the ass like this.

"And how many boyfriends did she have after me?" Robert challenged.

Chris clenched his fists, trying to reign in his anger even as he said calmly, "No more than you. You haven't exactly had a steady relationship. There were always girls coming and going at your place."

"Different situation," Robert replied stiffly. "And she didn't smarten up. How many sisters do you have?"

Chris's muscles tensed further as he tried to not to rise to the taunt, but it was hard to sit back and listen to this asshole go on about stuff he knew nothing about. His mother had been in a string of bad relationships, some of them abusive, but she was still with the father of his youngest sister. It was a happiness she deserved after so many failed relationships.

"Leave my sisters out of this," Chris said through clenched teeth, his body practically vibrating with rage.

Robert smirked, like he enjoyed that he was getting under Chris's skin. "I have nothing against them. I was just proving my point. Your mother's a whore."

Unable to control himself any longer, Chris launched himself at Robert and the momentum knocked him off his feet. Chris fell with him, landing on top of him, but he didn't let that slow his fury. He wailed on Robert, throwing punch after punch. His father was smaller than him, but not by much so he was more than able to hold his own.

Robert kicked out, nailing him square in the stomach and sending Chris backwards with an "oof." It took a few seconds for Chris to recover, but that was enough for Robert to get several punches of his own in, mostly aiming for his chest and stomach to add insult to injury. They were almost evenly matched except that Chris had one thing going for him that Robert didn't: a pure, almost animalistic rage.

He used it to lash out, kicking Robert in the shin and causing the older man to fall to one knee. From there, Chris quickly hit him with an uppercut, his fist connecting with the underside of Robert's chin. That punch was much more powerful and unexpected than his others, so it was no surprise Robert fell onto his back, laying there looking dazed.

It took a bit of an effort for Chris to pull back, but he knew he couldn't do anything worse. Right now the law favored him, but it would quickly turn against him if he killed the man. Hopefully he'd at least sent a message and Robert would finally leave him alone.

"Get out," Chris ordered, his voice low and menacing when Robert seemed to have his wits about him and sat up.

Robert got to his feet, stumbling a little. He glared at him. "I'll call the cops. Tell them what you did."

"Please do," Chris said, not at all phased by the threat. "I'll tell them about you breaking in and I was defending myself. You'll be charged with breaking and entering, and I'll get off scot free."

Robert's glare seemed to intensify, but he did move towards the door. "This isn't over."

He walked out, slamming the door behind him. Chris sighed, falling against the wall as he suddenly felt exhausted, his anger and adrenaline leaving him in a rush. There was no doubt in his mind Robert would be back, but that didn't mean he had to be here when he did.

With that thought in mind, Chris went to his bedroom and pulled out one of his suitcases and began to fill it with clothes. He would stay with JC for a few days. He didn't want to put any of his friends in danger, but he was convinced his father had no idea where they lived. If he had, he probably would've tried to show up at one of their houses to get to him. Besides, it gave him an excuse to check on JC and work on getting him to talk.

***********

JC sat on the couch in his studio, his back against one of the arms and his knees were bent slightly to allow for him to prop up the notebook in his lap. He'd given up looking for his new pet over an hour ago, having searched most of the house. The cat had to be in the house somewhere since it was never around when he was coming or going, so knowing it would turn up eventually, he'd retreated to his makeshift studio upstairs.

His studio was a small room that was crowded with various instruments and furniture. He could've chosen a larger room, but he liked the amount of sunlight that would stream in through the large windows. Not that he was taking advantage of that right then. He had the blinds drawn and the large navy curtains closed, shrouding the room in darkness with the exception of the small lamp on the end table behind his head.

It was odd to have a light on in the middle of the day, especially when the sun was shining so brightly. But that sunshine, while often very much enjoyable, only succeeded in making him more miserable from squinting against the harsh light. For once he wished the damn weather would match his mood and that the clouds would eclipse over the sun, bringing a hard, fast rain. Since that was unlikely, he'd just taken it upon himself to black out the sun and try to get some work done, forcing his mind off the first half of the day.

He wasn't having too much luck though. Yeah, he'd gotten a few things written, but he'd scratched out most of it. Being cornered by Chris and his talk with Justin kept pushing thoughts to the forefront of his mind - thoughts he didn't want to have. It felt like nothing had been going his way lately and it left him feeling frustrated in a place he normally he went to escape, unable to lose himself in his music like he usually did when he couldn't deal.

There was a sudden meow and a second later, he had an armful of cat. JC smiled slightly, reaching out to pet her. "There you are, Sheila. I've been looking for you. You must've found a good hiding spot."

The cat meowed against as if she was vocalizing her assent. A small laugh escaped JC's lips, the cute, furry creature even having little effect on his bad mood.

"I wish I could hide out like you," JC said, absently stroking her. "The guys think they're being helpful, but really they're just a pain in my ass. If I wanted to talk to them, I would."

Sheila butted her head against his hand, telling him he'd stopped petting her as he'd been talking. JC glanced down at her briefly and resumed petting her. "I get they're worried, but they're treating me so different. It was a stressful tour and yet I'm the only one they're obsessing about. I'm the one that needs protecting, that they don't trust to care of myself."

The tour had been crazy. They'd thought things were nuts before with the fans, but it was ten times worse - so much so they'd needed twice as much security. And with a bigger fan base and explosive popularity came more stress and more opportunities for things to get out of control. All of them had had their moments when everything had become too much to handle, but he was the only one they tiptoed around like he was more fragile than the rest of them. And to top it off, his girlfriend had spent the entire three months of their relationship cheating on a boyfriend she was supposedly in love with. God, he was pathetic.

"I'm such a loser," JC mumbled to himself. He didn't realize he'd started to cry until a paw was suddenly pressed against his cheek. Looking into the gray eyes, he felt like the gaze was almost sympathetic.

There was a faint chime, signaling there was someone at the door. JC sighed and glanced at Sheila. "What are the odds they'll go away?"

The cat tilted her head and narrowed her eyes slightly as if to say "none."

"Yeah, that's what I thought," JC said, quickly swiping at the couple of tears that'd escaped. He could ignore the door, but if it was Justin or Chris they would definitely just use their key. It was just easier if he answered the door. Besides, it gave him the ability to be in control instead of being surprised like he had when Justin had used his key earlier.

JC got off the couch, Sheila jumping down from his chest. He tossed his notebook on the other end of the couch and walked out into the hallway, blinking at how much brighter it was already compared to the darkened room he'd been sitting in. But that was nothing compared to the light that assaulted JC when he opened the front door and got a full blast of daylight, the setting sun directly opposite from the front of his house. It blinded him, giving whoever was on the other side the ability to push past him and walk inside.

The door was gently tugged out of his grasp and was shut with a click. JC blinked to refocus his eyes now that the sun was no longer a factor, and he sighed when he saw Justin standing there. So much for him being in control.

"What are you doing here?" JC mumbled, rubbing at his eyes absently. Something Justin didn't miss.

"Why are your eyes all red?" Justin asked, stepping closer. He peered at JC, frowning in concern. "Were you crying?"

JC dropped his hand, shaking his head. "Allergies," he said, refusing to look at Justin. "I kicked up a lot of dust looking for Sheila."

"I take it you didn't find her."

JC glanced towards the stairs to see if the cat had followed him, but there was no sign of her. He looked back at his best friend. "She was upstairs with me. I guess she just doesn't like you."

"Pfft, whatever," Justin said, waving a dismissive hand. "Everyone loves me, and that includes animals."

JC knew what Justin wasn't doing and he wasn't going to fall for it. "What are you doing here, Justin?" he asked again, wearily.

"I brought you some food." It was then JC spotted the plastic bag that Justin was holding in his left hand. "I told you I was coming back."

"I was hoping you'd forget," JC muttered. He didn't even give Justin a chance to respond as he swiped the plastic bag from him and headed into the kitchen.

Justin was a few steps behind him and walked into the kitchen as JC undid the knot on the plastic bag to get to the Tupperware containers. He put away the containers filled with mac and cheese and potato salad, while he popped open the lid on the fruit salad and grabbed a fork.

JC spared Justin a glance as he dug into the fruit salad. "Thanks for bringing the food over."

"Sure," he nodded. There was a long pause where Justin fidgeted nervously before he finally took a breath and spoke. "Can we talk, JC? Please."

"About what?" JC asked around a mouthful of cantaloupe, sucking the juice before it could spill out his mouth and dribble down his chin. "There's nothing to talk about."

Justin sighed heavily, leaning against the other side of the counter where JC was standing eating his fruit. "C'mon, C. You and I both know that's not true. You're clearly upset-"

"I'm fine," JC interrupted. He speared a piece of strawberry with his fork. "Just drop it, okay?"

Justin opened his mouth, most likely to object. But before he could get a word out, the doorbell rang. JC sighed and set his fork down, pushing away from the counter to answer the door for the second time in a half hour. He opened the solid oak and immediately groaned when he saw Chris, the sun no longer a factor as it was behind the house across the street.

"What is this? An ambush to get to me to talk?" JC asked, more than a little irritated at the sudden appearance of his oldest friend. He then noticed Chris was carrying a fairly large duffle. "You planning on moving in with me or something?"

Chris's lips upturned into a small smirk. "Not exactly. I do need a place to stay for a couple days though. My whole building's being fumigated."

"Is that so?" JC said, looking at Chris doubtfully. "Why don't you stay with one of the others?"

"You don't want me here?" Chris asked, giving him a puppy dog look. "I'm hurt, man. Really."

JC rolled his eyes. "Right," he scoffed. "And this has nothing to do with trying to get me to talk?"

"Of course not," Chris objected. "I figured I'd crash with you because I'll disturb the couples otherwise. And with Lance finding this new girl, we're the only ones that are single. But if you really don't want me here, I'll get a hotel room..."

JC heaved a sigh, but opened the door further and stepped back to allow Chris to enter. "Don't be stupid," he said. "Of course you can stay."

"You sure?"

"Positive," JC said. He didn't really want Chris around and so close because he knew he would try to pry and get him to talk about everything that was bothering him, but if he refused to let Chris to stay that would just make things worse. That would be like a huge red flag to them that he was really trying to hide things from them and they would just pester him even more. The best thing would be to act as normal as possible.

Justin came in as JC closed the door behind Chris. "Dude, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"There's a major bug problem at my apartment building and they told us all to get lost for a few days so they could take care of it," Chris explained.

"Are you serious?" Justin's eyes were narrowed slightly like he couldn't make up his mind if Chris was making the whole thing up or not.

"Yeah," Chris said, sounding a bit annoyed. "As cliché as it sounds, it does actually happen. I think the damn people below me are hoarders."

"And you're gonna stay with JC?"

"It's just for a couple days."

Justin turned to JC. "You're okay with this?"

JC shrugged and nodded. "It's fine."

A meow drew their attention to the stairs where Sheila was sitting about five steps up from the first floor. "There she is," Justin said. He slowly approached the cat, glancing over his shoulder at JC. "I told you she liked me."

"So why did she wait until Chris came to come down? Maybe she likes him better," JC said.

Justin snorted. "Please. She hasn't even met Chris yet."

"I would've thought you'd get a fluffy cat," Chris told JC.

JC looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "And why's that?"

Chris shrugged. "You just seem like the fluffy cat type."

JC rolled his eyes, but otherwise ignored him.

Justin had reached Sheila and bent down, reaching out a hand to pet her. The cat didn't seem at all spooked by him as she let him approach, which didn't surprise JC because she seemed pretty fearless and she was pretty loving. So he was shocked when Justin's hand had barely grazed the top of her head before she lashed out, sinking her sharp teeth into the soft flesh of his hand.

"Ouch!" Justin cried, immediately pulling his hand back. "Son of a bitch!"

"I guess she doesn't like you much after all," Chris said, laughing.

Justin turned on him, shooting daggers at him. "It's not funny." He then turned his eyes on JC. "Your freakin' cat is psychotic. She just attacked me for no reason."

"Looks like she drew blood too," JC said, noticing the bit of red that was slowly seeping from the puncture wounds in his hand.

"Damn it!" Justin glared at the cat, who was just sitting on the stair watching the scene unfold. "Look at her. She's just sitting there. That's damn creepy." He looked at them. "She's probably going to kill you in your sleep tonight."

"We're not the ones she attacked," Chris pointed out.

"For no damn reason!" Justin exclaimed.

JC sighed, but he gently wrapped his hand around Justin's wrist, tugging him towards the hall bathroom. "C'mon, let's get your hand cleaned up."

Justin grumbled under his breath, but allowed JC to lead him out of the entryway and away from the cat. Chris said he was going throw his bag into one of the guest rooms and JC just nodded. He wasn't thrilled Chris was going to be staying for a while because he knew he would just be getting on his case about talking, not letting up until he felt JC had divulged all his feelings. It'd be a miracle if he didn't kill Chris before his stay was over.

As JC cleaned out the small puncture wounds on Justin's hand, he couldn't help but think that the next couple days were going to be interesting.

JC had no idea how right he was.