5 Things - Pop

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darkseaglass asked for Five (geographical) places JC never wants to go again.



1. He swore he wouldn't ever go back to LA, but it turns out that he can live there, as long as he avoids one specific place. It's not hard to do that: it's just another generic office in one of the million "executive" parks, and ever since they've been rid of Lou, JC only deals with offices in sleek, expensive high-rises. Every now and then though, he drives by that old office and remembers. C'mon, kid, you said you wanted it. You don't really think you're good enough to not sweeten the deal with that pretty mouth, do you? Even with the Moonmen and the Diamond awards, it's always good to remember how oily and slick and bitter failure tastes.

2. Chris's apartment in Orlando was tiny, nothing more than two rooms and a hot plate. There really hadn't been room for JC, much less all the mixing boards and recording decks he was lugging with him, but Chris never thought like that. JC hadn't minded sleeping on the couch--he spent half the night mixing and playing with the stuff they were recording during the day, anyway. It was a point of pride with them all, that they weren't just sitting there letting TransCon jerk them around. When it was over, JC made sure the liner notes showed where they did all their work, but honestly, he was pretty damn happy when Chris told him he'd broken the lease and they'd never see the place again.

3. South Beach should be the perfect place to celebrate New Year's Eve, but Jesus, JC is sick of the bullshit and the posing and the never ending goddamned drama that Eva thrives on, sick enough that he doesn't give a flying fuck if he is messing with the party vibe. After this, if he ever steps into the Fountainebleu again, it'll be too damn soon.

4. The island's too small to have a name, but Nick knows exactly where to drop anchor. The cove is secluded and quiet; tiny waves lapping at a fringe of white white sand, water clear and turquoise. JC spends the day on deck, alternating between sleeping and letting Nick fuck him, and the next morning, when Nick wakes him up to see the sun rise as they leave, JC decides they're never coming back, because why mess with perfection, dude?

5. "Man, you're like the suckiest Dating Game contestant in the history of the world."

JC doesn't have to see Justin's face to know the smirk that's on it.

"Like you'd have done any better," he mutters, rummaging through the mini bar for something that might possibly be appropriate before nine o'clock in the morning.

"Hey, I'm not a sexy bachelor," Justin cracks back, and isn't it really early in LA? Shouldn't Justin still be asleep?

"Jesus," JC says. "Give it a rest, will you?"

Justin only laughs. "Ah, it's okay, C. After that performance, they're never gonna ask you back."

"Thankfuckingchrist," JC sighs, and finally lets himself laugh with Justin.