JC hangs up, thoroughly disgusting with whomever he was talking to, and immediately clamps a hand over Chris's mouth, blushing and apologizing to me.
A playful scuffle breaks out between Lance and Joey when Joey realizes Lance isn't listening to him and Justin playfully jumps into the middle of it.
JC sighs and says, 'Guys! Interview?' which quickly calms them down.
Once they were all settled and happy with their grilled cheese sandwhiches, french fries, and Mountain Dew, which we later regretted buying, we got down to talking about Sam.
'So who knows Sam the best?' I ask.
They look stumped. 'We all know different things about her, but probably JC or Justin,' Lance says finally.
I nod. 'So, what are some of Sam's little quirks?'
'Quirks?' Joey asks, wiping some ketchup off of his upper lip carefully with a napkin.
'Like, weird things about her!' I say with a laugh.
JC laughs and says, 'She's just all-around weird!'
'You're gonna get it for that!' Justin predicts.
JC thinks for a moment, laughs, then agrees - sort of. 'Yeah, all one hundred pounds of her is gonna come after me, ain't it?'
'You bet,' Lance grins. 'She gonna getcha!'
'It's ok, C,' Justin says. 'You hold her down and I'll tickle her feet.'
'Ticklish feet, eh?' I grin. 'And how do you know this one, Mr. Timberlake?'
Justin gives me a funny look, but answers anyway. 'We were in the tour bus and she had her legs on my lap, so I was messing around with the bottom of her jeans and stuff, then I just started messing with her feet and she went postal on me.'
'She did,' JC verifies. 'She was leaning on me and I swear she shot two feet straight up.'
'I think she just wanted to get away from you,' Chris jokes.
'Yeah, and get closer to Joey?' JC replies caustically.
'Good point,' Lance grins. 'Who would want to get close to Joey!'
'All those teenies that think you're a girl?' Joey shoots back playfully.
'Yeah, and what's that say about them?' Justin asks.
Joey opens his mouth but JC lunges over and clamps a hand over it, smiling sheepishly at me.
I laugh and decide to see how well they really know her. 'Ten points if you know Samantha's favorite drink!'
JC, Chris, Joey, and Lance all look at Justin.
'What?' He asks. 'What?'
'You and JC should know this!' Lance says. 'You two eat with her the most.'
JC sighs. 'I'm out!'
Justin's face scrunches up as he considers his answer carefully. We go on to the next question, which is what her favorite song on her album is, while he thinks.
Justin peeks up from his hands and says, '"What U See {Is What U Get}"' and continues his thoughts.
Lance shrugs. 'It's her theme song!'
'Any advice about her?' I ask.
'Don't fight her,' Joey mumbles. 'She always wins.'
'Don't tell her she's a mini-Britney,' Chris suggests. 'She'll beat you down.'
'She doesn't like Britney?' I ask.
'It's not that,' JC says. 'It's just that she's sick of being compared to her when they are nothing alike. I know them both, and they're complete opposites!'
Justin looks up and nods. 'They may look a wee bit alike, but everything about them is different!'
I sigh. So far I've gathered that Samantha's feet are ticklish, Britney is her opposite, and her debut single is her theme song. Knew it already. I suppose I shouldn't expect a lot of dirt on this girl, seeing as she's only known the boys of *N Sync for a week.
As Justin follows the other boys out the door, he turns and looks at me. I know he knows I'm disappointed. He gives me a look that crosses between pity and anger, and says, 'Black cherry carbonated water and any Stewart's pop.'."
Justin stared down at the article. "That is the worst article I've ever seen in my life! This chick can't write to save her life!"
JC scanned it and nodded. "Yeah, it is. It sucked. What mag was this for?"
"It's a free-lance, I think," Justin grinned.
"Lance!" JC called, playing around with what Justin said, since Lance's company was named Free-Lance Entertainment.
Sam peeked over JC's shoulder at the article and grimaced. "This chica really can't write."
"Ya think?" Joey snapped.
"More often than you do," Sam replied.
"Cute," Joey muttered.
"Aren't I?" Sam pretended to primp, diffusing the situation.
"Keep telling yourself that," Justin said with a grin.
"What?" Sam asked, crawling into his lap. "You don't think I'm cute? That hurts my feelings, you know. I'm going to have to go sit in a corner and cry for the rest of my life." Sam pouted a bit.
Justin smiled and gave her a lazy kiss. "You know you're hot, kid."
Sam grinned triumphantly. "Thank ya very much, mister!"