"Naw, Joe, I'm really worried about Chris, dude. I know it's only been like a week or so but I mean he told me yesterday that he still can't even go in his bedroom without what's left of his hear breaking up into a million peices." A concerned JC Chasez commented stirring his spoon around in his bowl of cereal and looking over his counter at his friend and band mate Joey Fatone, who was sitting on the sofa, a bowl of cereal in his lap.
Joey swallowed what was in his mouth then spoke, "I know, man. This isn't like him at all. He's been moping around for a week and a half. I thought by now he'd at least be pretending he was somewhat over it. I hate seeing him so down."
"Totally. He doesn't even want to talk to anybody." JC agreed.
"He's getting vicious too. I try to cheer him up, he doesn't even care. He just tells me to shut up and leave him alone." Joey added
JC just laughed then said, "But seriously, we need to get him out of that house before he does, you know, something he won't have time to regret. Why don't you throw a party? Invite some of your friends, I'll even let you have it here. Well drag him kicking and screaming if we have to." Joey nodded a reply and with that the two returned to their breakfasts.
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