"JC! Its time to go!" Justin yelled from the front of the bus to JC's bunk. He then jumped off, making 300 prepubescent girls scream.
JC climbed out of the bunk, still groggy from Justin's wake up call. He picked up his back pack and stumbled off the bus. Again , 300 prepubescent girls scream.
He made his way to the lobby of the hotel without falling flat on his ass. He followed his friends to the rooms, leaning on the rail for support. He was still not fully awake and had not said a word to anyone.
JC didn't hear what the bellhop said. But he did notice when Chris jumped up and down.
"Ohh...I GET TO SHARE A ROOM WITH SEXY JC!!! OHMIGOSH! WHAT AM I GOING TO WEAR?? " Chris screamed, batting his eyes at JC. He brought his hand around JC and pinched his butt.
JC jumped a little and gave Chris a scowling look. Chris just backed away and walked into the their room.
Here where are, rich pop stars, and I have to share a room with Hyperactive--I'm-Going-To-Annoy-Everyone-Because-I-Can man. And we're fucking rich!
After a night of Chris' chatter, JC screamed and told him to shut the hell up before he rips off Chris' balls and staples them to his forehead. JC was really tired of Chris' mindless rambling. He even talked in his sleep!
JC slept that whole day until Lance and Joey begged him to get ice cream with them.
He reluctantly went, knowing that Joey would sit on him if he didn't.
They traveled down some small roads, until an ice cream vendor was found. They made their selections and paid. The made the slow trek back to the hotel.
The showed their room numbers and tags to the bell hop before entering.JC walked slower than Lance and Joey toward the elevator. The two where in deep argument over the lyrics to a new song they heard on the radio the previous day.
JC decided to wander around the lobby because he didn't want to return to his room with Chris right away. Plus, the lobby had some little gift shops in it.
He was about to enter the last shop when he stopped dead in his tracks. Could it be. Its been so long
He counted it. August 12 , 1999, it happened. Then May 2000. Its now Aug 3 , 2002. It looks about right. Man, have I got some problems.
He looked. It was her. It was her wasn't it? The women with the baby placed on her hip? The one that looked two years old? The baby that could be his?
It was Vega. She was unmistakable. But the kid....it had dark hair. Just like JC. The eyes JC couldn't see. He was to far away.
He stared at her. She was buying a toy car for the little boy. She smiled at the kid, and tickled him with her free hand. The Could Be JC Jr. smiled happily and took his car.
JC snapped into reality when Vega began to walk out of the store and in the opposite direction of him.
Now or Never. Althought never seems appealing about now..
JC speed walked to her. He grabbed her elbow, knowing he might regret it if it wasn't her. But those green eyes told the truth. It was her.
"Vega.." JC said breathlessly.
"I..um...gotta ," She didn't finish her sentence. She made sure the boy was fitting okay on her hip and then bolted as far as she could go. Her could tell she didn't want to see him.
She stopped dead when Jordan began to cry. She set him down on his feet and kneeled next to him. She refused to run when he baby was crying. Even though she didn't want JC to catch up with her.
"Oh sweetheart, what's wrong?" She asked, touching his head.
"Why are you running mommy?" Jordan asked in a cute voice.
She thought about telling Jordan everything. About how she had run from JC. How she wanted to run right now. And how she kept herself secret from everyone. How she had given up everything she had for him not to find her. How she dropped sight and contact from her family and friends. How she thought he would be on the other side of the country. How everything came together. Thoughts.
"Because....that guy is trying to get mommy ," Vega said and picked little Jordan up.
"He's mine, isn't he?" A voice from above her said. She stood to his eye length
"We don't need you."
"I'm his father, Vega. His father!" JC yelled in a low whisper.
"Daddy?" Jordan questioned and looked his mother. He watched in awe as single tear rolled down her left cheek.
Vega didn't answer.
JC knew it by looking into the boys eyes. The pools of blue draped in them couldn't be mistaken. The stabbing pain in his heart grew.
"He deserves an answer, Vega. Answer our kid," JC demanded, reaching out to his son.
"Mommy?"
"Yes, Jordan. He's your father. But remember, you don't need a father ," Vega pressed, hugging her son closely to her body.
"He has the right to know me," JC retorted, again reaching out to his son.
Vega slapped his hand away ," We.Don't.Need.You! ," Vega screamed, causing the whole lobby to turn and look at her.
"Vega...listen..I just want you to tell me what happened," JC explained, touching his sons hair.
Vega slapped his hand again," Fine! I'll meet you tommorrow...your room. Noon. I'll bring Jordan. What room?"
JC leaned against the wall smiling ," 316. I'll be waiting."
"Then I'll see you tomorrow," She said, turned around and walked away. He could hear her Adidas sandals click on the marble floor and she walked.
She was still as beautiful as ever. Her hair had gotten much longer in the past years.
He couldn't scrape the smiled of his face. I have a kid...
As she leaned against the elevator wall, he decided not to tell the guys until later. He'd get Chris out of the room. He'd no be there for Jordan's birthdays and school meeting. Maybe he'd even quit NSYNC and live with Vega and Jordan.
He walked down the cement path to his room and looked out into the sunset. What a wonderful day.
After watching the sun completely set, he went into his room for a good nights sleep.
It was five till noon and JC was dressed ready to go. He sat on his bed, waiting for Vega and his son, Jordan to arrive.
I've got to get use to that. My son, Jordan. He thought.
He watched a bit of TRL to see if "Music Of My Heart" Made it to number one, which it did. Totally beating The Backstreet Boys who were at 9 and dropping (No Lily! Don't hurt me!)
A knock at the door brought him out of an infomercial for fake hair. He took a deep breath and walked to the door. Before pulling and turned the knob, he breathed deep again.
When he opened the door, no one stood in front of him. He was completely alone. He looked left. The corridor was empty. He stood outside the door and looked right. Just like the left, it was empty.
He looked over the railing. People surrounded the pool. No Vega.
He turned back to the door and began to open it, until he saw the note taped to it. He carefully ripped it off, not to tear it.
What he read made him start to cry. Something very irregular.
JC,
WE.DON'T.NEED.YOU!
And now, we leave JC to weep and sob over a kid that has his genes but isn't really his.
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