CHAPTER 4
"I want you to follow ever single order that Mr.Perlman asks of you. If this group, what's their name again? Nfive or whatever makes it big due to this special, we can count on Transcon using us for more specials, meaning more profit."
*Profit, profit, profit...that's all this crackhead ever thinks about!*
"Yes Mr. Jening." Kaitlyn asked rather bored and annoyed. "Now, you will be in charge of every single worker that works the day of the parade and the night of the concert. Now, I am putting you up here in the building to answer phones, questions, details, and security measures concerning the special. Is that clear?"
Kaitlyn nodded her head as much as she could to keep the airhead happy. As soon as she signed a couple contracts of legal payment of her extra job and security stuff, she headed straight to Cheyanne's apartment. She decided to invite her to go with her and the group to the club. "I'm really sorry Kait, but I just can't. As much as I'd love to, I promised my parents a night out with them before I leave tomorrow." Cheyanne said. "Please, Cheyanne?" Kaitlyn begged. "I really would want to meet them, but I really can't. I'm sorry. But I'm glad you came over." "Why? Aren't you leaving tomorrow night?" "No, there's suppose to be bad weather coming in tomorrow into Boston so I changed my flight to six in the morning?" "Six in the morning? So I won't get to see you before you leave to go to the airport?" "I'm afraid not." "Well, then take cares from me, love you. You better come visit me here in tropical torture!"
Cheyanne added a giggle to her remark and the two hugged very closely before Kaitlyn went out the door.
*What am I gonna do without her?*
Kaitlyn reached her apartment by seven, which didn't give her much time to dress. She didn't even know what to wear. At first she was going to go casual with dressy pants and and a formal shirt. But later she decided on a NYC red slip dress she had bought three years ago.
*Great! I'm wearing a dress that's way too short and so five years ago. What message am I trying to get across here?*
It was to late for Kaitlyn to change, the doorbell rang and she had called out to Joey to let himself in.
"Are you decent?" Joey asked playfully. "Of course, why do you think I let you in?" "I was hoping you weren't. I dunno." "Your so stupid! But that's just a great quality to your personality."
Kaitlyn finished powdering her nose and whipped on the lightest red lipstick she had in her drawer. Once she walked into the living room Joey's jaw automatically dropped to the floor. Kaitlyn walked over to him and picked his jaw up with her index finger. She motioned him for the door and Joey immediately opened it for her. "Joseph Fatone Jr. door opening service here to cater your every wish." He said slyly taking her hand and kissing it gently.
The two of them got down to the street and hopped into JC's jeep. Lance and Joey sat up in the front while Kaitlyn sat with Justin and Chris in the back. "Hey there fancy, you look...look...fine." Justin added rather speechless once she sat next to him. "Don't say anything too adult to J, he'll get hyper and take it as a pass." Chris said jokingly. Justin smiled a fake smile at her then turned to wrestle Chris to the floor of the car. "So, where we going anyways?" Kaitlyn asked. "Just a place where they usually let Justin in, even though he's under age." JC answered smiling at her through the rear view mirror. "That must be convenient." "Oh yeah, it's very convenient cause they never let Curly back there into any other clubs." Joey added. "Why, how old are the rest of you?" Kaitlyn asked confused. "Well, I myself am 19, Joey's 21, Chris is an immature 27, and JC is turning 22." Lance answered.
*Pretty young to look this hot!!!*
"And how unfortunate are you Justin to be at the age of...." Kaitlyn's voice trailed since she actually didn't know how UNDER age Justin really was. Justin finished her sentence for her, "seventeen. And I'm not UNFORTUNATE to be seventeen. How old are you anyways?"
Kaitlyn shifted in her seat.
*I thought guys knew never to ask a woman her age?*
"Well, you want the woman's truth or the truth?" "There's more than one story?" Justin looked at her surprised. "Duh Curly, women always lie about they're age!" Joey remarked at him. "No we don't!" Kaitlyn argued. "Oh yes they do. All the girls I've ever gone out with have lied about their age." "Joey, that's only cause you lie about it too! And they know you do!" Lance picked at him. "Well, I dunno about you but I certainly don't lie about my age!" Chris said. "I'm sure you don't Chris, anyone would loose a million bucks to you when they would find out your age!" Kaitlyn laughed. "So fancy, what's your real age?" Justin quickly asked. "A nice, ripe, eighteen." All of a sudden they all burst into a fit of laughter once Justin started. They laughed so much that tears started to form out of the corners of their eyes.
*Okay, okay. So what if I don't look 18?*
"You've got to be kidding me? That's how they lie about their ages Joe?" Justin barely asked through all his laughter. Joey just nodded and continued laughing. "Okay, fine, twenty." They all stopped laughing suddenly and everyone looked at her. Even JC looked at her from the rear view mirror. "What? What's the big deal now?" She nervously asked staring at her sweaty palms. "Twenty? Really, I could've sworn you were only 19." Joey reacted pretty surprised. "Well, I'm flattered, I think, but no." "So, you still in college?" Justin asked. "Oh no, I finished this year, I took all my classes straight through summer and finished early." "So what was your major?" Chris asked. "Marine biology." "Really, that's a great major. I wish I could go to college and major in that!" Justin said. "Yeah right. Justin finish high school first!" JC commented.
Joey, Lance and JC all looked over at each other and knew that Justin was totally lying. The car pulled up into a bright parking lot with a not so long line in front of a club called "The Deep." JC parked the car and Lance, JC, Chris(especially), and Joey jumped out of the car.
"Let's PARTY!" Chris screamed once he got out of the car while Justin walked with Kaitlyn behind the guys.
*Oh this should be one hell of a night!*
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