I began to lose my mind on Thursday...
"Has anyone seen my shirt?" I asked frantically.
"Don't you have one on already, JC?"
"No. The one I wore yeaterday. The blue one."
"Blue isn't my color," Lance said, passing by me, as I continued to dig through my bag.
Chris dived into Joey's lap, who was apparently trying to eat a meatball sandwich at the time. "Did you ask Justin?"
"Thanks a lot Chris," Joey replied sarcastically as he flicked off a meatball from his shirt.
"No problem." Chris looked to me again. "Well?"
"Justin's asleep in the bunks," I replied looking under couch cushions. Hey, my Cher cd. I was wondering where that went to. But anyway..
"So? Wake him up anyway. He does it to us all the time. The little bitch." Chris snuggled into Joey's stomach.
We all knew about Chris' obsession with Joey. It was kinda hard not to with all the maoning that came from Joey's bunk at night. We had eventually gotten used to the fact that Joey was a man-ho and Chris was...well Chris was very willing.
I sighed and went to the back of the bus and opened Justin's curtain. Like I had said, he was still asleep but a peaceful smile was spread across his face.
"Justin...." I tapped him on the shoulder.
He stirred and a hand flopped down out of the bunk. To my surprise the blue shirt that I had been seeking was grasped tightly in Justin's fist.
I carefully but firmly tried to pull it out of his grasp. It wouldn't budge. I chuckled. Justin was still a stubborn bitch, even in his sleep. I sighed. Well, if it rocked his boat, so be it.
I left the bunks and went back to the living area.
"Did he have it?" Lance asked curiously as I sat down on the couch.
"Nah. He hasn't seen it."
At first it was just the little things. Combs, t-shirts, etc. But by the time you're down to your last pair of pants and you're struggling to keep up with personal hygiene beacuse you "accidently" lost your toothbrush in Michigan, it's gone on far enough.
It was simple really.
Justin's whole spree on my clothing was either really planned out or Justin was just real stupid cause all of my stuff went missing all at the same time. I'm going for the latter...
"I'm going to get some coffee. Anybody want anything?" I said grabbing my jacket.
"No." Chris jumped on Joey.
Joey slapped his stomach. "I'm full."
Lance rolled his eyes. "Finally...Oh and none for me thanks."
"Justin?" I asked pointedly.
Justin glanced up from his magazine. He shrugged nonchalantly. "No thanks."
But sure enough, as I stepped out of the room I felt a pair of eyes bore into my back.
I snuck back into my room, turned off the lights and waited. And waited. Then finally it happpened.
My watch beeped as the door opened. Mr. Timberlake was right on time.
Justin peered into the darkness. "JC?" When he got no reply he came in shutting the door behind him. He immediately went straight for my bag which I had carefully placed on the bed.
"Ehem."
Justin froze and turned behind him where I stood waiting.
"J..JC?" he asked stammering, dropping the shirt he found. "I-uh.."
Then it dawned on me. Things started clicking into place. Justin's obvious obsessions with my things, the constant nearness, the touching. I walked up to him and he started to take steps backwards. I opened my arms to him. "Come here, Just."
Justin looked at me cautiously but stepped into my arms. He sighed contentedly, breathing in my scent. "JC?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"No problem." I mean, why settle for less when you can have the real thing?