"Britney, we're in New York City. Where is a beach gonna be?" JC's voice called back.
"Uhm, Long Island?" Christina called in a ditzy voice.
"You blonde!" Justin laughed, a wide smile plastered on his face.
"So?" Christina came running into the main room and jumped on Justin's back, squealing. "Yee-haw!"
Justin grabbed onto Christina's legs and began spinning her in circles, over and over again, until she screamed something about throwing up. He then promptly dropped her onto the couch and staggered away.
JC rolled his eyes at the pair, and, upon seeing it, Britney grabbed his hands and began dancing him around the room.
"Seriously, let's go," Christina stood, wobbling a little and glaring at Justin.
"Did you bring a bikini?" Justin cooed, pushing his face up close to Christina.
Christina rolled her eyes as she placed her palm flat on Justin's face and shoved him away. "Like I own anything else."
Justin wiggled his eyebrows. "Let's go, C!"
JC rolled his eyes. "You," He pointed at the young singer. "Disgust me. Did Britney bring hers, too?"
Justin nodded.
"I'm in," JC grinned.
Britney narrowed her eyes. "Excuse me."
JC and Justin glanced at each other uneasily. Justin cringed. That look meant trouble was coming.
"Are you only going to the beach to see Chrissy and me in bikini's?"
"Uhm..." JC trailed off, looking at Justin.
"I plead the fifth," Justin said bluntly.
Britney rolled her eyes and Christina laughed. "Why do you think we want to go to the beach?"
"To see us in our trunks?" JC asked, raising an eyebrow. "It's not like ya don't see us in boxers all the time."
"No, not to see you guys..." Britney trailed off. "I'm sure there are other cute guys, though."
"Bit-Bit," Justin eyed Britney.
"Bear," JC smirked at her.
"Don't say it, Josh," Christina pleaded. Don't say Jorge. Don't say Jorge.
JC shrugged. "I'm gonna go change..."
"Me, too! Me, too!" Britney squealed, running to her room.
"Wait for me!" Christina called in a child-like voice.
"Uhm, I guess, me, three?" Justin shrugged, looked around the empty room, then took off for his room. Covering his eyes with his hand, he opened the door and blindly stumbled in. "Are you nakie? 'Cause if so, tell me, so I don't take my hand off my eyes."
"Shut up, Justin," JC rolled his eyes. "I'm decent."
Justin dropped his hand and turned towards his suitcase.
"Just kidding!" JC cackled joyously, laughing hysterically when Justin let out a squeal, covered his eyes, and dove under the bed.
"What's going on?" Britney ran into the room in her bikini top and jeans, Christina right behind her in her bikini bottoms and muscle tank top.
Britney and Christina stood in the doorway, watching JC roll around on the floor in his swim trunks, laughing so hard his face was unhealthily red.
"Where's Justin?" Britney asked when JC was done laughing.
That sent him into another laughing fit, and Christina screamed when Justin poked his head out from under the bed and his curls brushed her ankle. Britney whirled as Christina jumped onto her, then clambored onto the bed, breathing hard.
"Justin? Why are you under the bed?" Britney asked.
Justin looked up at her. "Is it safe?"
"Don't do that!" Christina leaned down and wacked Justin on the head.
"Ow!" Justin whined, looking up at her. "That hurt."
"Is what safe? Why are you under the bed?" Britney asked, glancing at a still-laughing JC.
Justin pouted comically as he wiggled out from under the bed and stood. "JC said he was nakie."
Britney and Christina just laughed. Really hard.
Hard enough that JC glared and said, "It's not that funny."
Britney laughed some more, and Christina just smiled. "Of course not, Josh."
"Go change, Bear."
"So moody, so moody," Christina muttered as the girls left to go change.
"Shuddup!" JC called.
Justin sat on the bed. "That was mean of you."
JC turned to look at Justin. "Uhm...Yeah. It was."
Justin stared vacantly at JC for a moment, before shaking his head, taking a deep breath, and reaching for his suit.
"You ok, Ju?" JC asked carefully.
Justin again turned and looked vacantly at JC. "Fine."
JC nodded. "I'm gonna go watch TV 'til the rest of you are ready," He told Justin gently, pulling on a pair of khaki shorts and a white sleeveless t-shirt.
Justin nodded and pulled his t-shirt over his head. "Ok, C."
JC emerged and found Britney digging through her packpack, clad in her silver bikini. "What's up, C?" Britney asked, eyeing her friend.
JC shrugged. "Justin just started acting really funny in there."
"What happened?" Britney pulled out a silver mesh cover-up to tie around her waist.
"He said that was mean of me, and I said, 'yeah, it was'." JC shrugged.
Britney shook her head. "And then just got vacant?"
JC nodded. "Yeah. Bear, you almost ready?"
Christina nodded as she came out in a shiny hot pink bikini. "Yup."
Justin came out a split second later in orange shorts and a wifebeater.
"Hey, Chia," Britney smiled and blew him a kiss.
"Hey, Bits," Justin answered in a normal voice, his lips forming a crooked smile. "Let's go. Come on, Trist. Jayce, grab a towel for Chris, please?"
JC nodded and grabbed two towels, as Justin had two in his hands, one for him and one for Britney. Handing the towel to Christina, she took it and absently added, "Thanks, Pooky."
Climbing into the car they'd rented, Justin told the driver they'd hired where to go and they all curled up in the back, tangling up together.
"Sing to us," Christina said.
"Yeah. Sing me a song, Chia," Britney smiled up at Justin.
Justin nodded and began a song off of their new CD, Celebrity. The song was his favorite ballad, called Something Like You. It just seemed right, though he had no idea why.