Title: Cop Cars and Cherry Bombs

Author: Black_Wingedbird

Rating: PG

Author's Note: This is a true guy moment that shows the strong friendship of the guys…*laughing hysterically*…enjoy!

"Justin hurry up!" Chris yelled as he waited impatiently at the bus door.

"Coming!" Justin yelled back, approaching Chris. "Jeeze, it's not like we're gonna miss anything by not being there when the doors open."

"You don't know that," Chris replied. He pet Busta one last time before calling to the others, "We're leaving!" There was no response and Chris looked at Justin. "You think they heard us?"

"I don't know. You told them we were going clubbin' tonight, right?"

Chris sighed. "I can't remember. Hold on." He trudged back the hallway and into the tiny TV room where the others were watching an old Saturday Night Live. "I said, we're leaving!" Chris yelled.

"We heard you," J.C. replied.

"Then answer me!" Chris snapped, turning around and rolling his eyes as he walked back to the door. "Let's go," he said flatly, pulling the car keys out of his pocket as he walked out the door.

Justin bounced along behind him. "They just do that to make you mad," he said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Well it works," Chris replied. "You got your license, right?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Because if you couldn't get in, you'd be walking home while I partied," Chris smiled, shutting the door of his rental Pontiac.

Justin got in the passenger seat and argued, "No, I'd just hot wire this baby and drive home."

"Whatever," Chris laughed, pulling away from the bus.

~o0O0o~

The guys arrived at the club a few minutes later. Because it was so close, they still had got there before the doors opened. They mingled with the other early birds and began flirting. Once the doors opened, the crowd headed inside.

Chris and Justin hit the dance floor for awhile, then when they grew bored of seeing the same small group of dancers; they sat down at the bar. Chris watched Justin carefully to make sure Justin didn't get a hold of any alcohol and only drank pop. Justin had grown used to the supervision, knowing it was only for the group's protection, and his. Chris wandered over to the snack table and loaded up on various finger foods, including grapes, cherries, chips and pretzels. He headed back to see Justin and began eating some cherries.

"Well this sucks," Justin sighed, looking around.

"It'll pick up," Chris said, popping a cherry in his mouth. "You want anything?"

"Great timing, Mr. Can't-Be-Late," Justin teased, picking up a cherry and eating it.

"Yeah well you can't win all the time," Chris sighed, eating another cherry.

"These are pretty good," Justin said, finishing off Chris's small pile of cherries.

Chris picked up a grape and threw it at Justin. "Then I guess I'll have to get more." He headed back over to the table, feeling a lot better than he had when he arrived. More people were starting to come, and most of them were girls. Chris loaded his plate with cherries and headed back to Justin to judge the newcomers.

They immediately dug into the cherries as they watched the dancers. "You know," Chris started, weaving slightly, "I don't really feel like dancing anymore. I mean, we dance all day everyday, you know?"

"Yeah, I get ya. So what are we gonna do?" Justin asked.

A warm feeling came over Chris as he started giggling. "Well let's go then," he said, grabbing a handful of cherries. He got up and weaved unsteadily before heading for the door.

Justin followed, but was stopped by a blonde teenager. "I just wanted to tell you guys not to drive home. Some loser spiked the fruit."

Justin smiled. "That's nice," he said. "But I thought you could only spike volleyballs."

The girl held back a smile. "Whatever they used was really strong, so you might want to catch up with your friend."

Justin suddenly remembered Chris and walked out to find his friend. Chris was outside, swaying in the cool night air as he tried his hardest to find the right key.

"…Hello, Mr. Key? Where are you? I need to drive home!" Chris rattled on, talking to no one.

Justin approached, laughing. "We can't drive home, we're drunk," Justin smiled.

"Drunk? Drunk what?" Chris asked, looking at Justin with flushed cheeks.

"Drunk alcohol. On the cherries."

"Cherries are good," Chris smiled.

"Come on, let's walk home," Justin said, pulling out his cell phone.

"What are you doing?" Chris asked, trying to study Justin's actions.

"Calling J.C.," Justin replied.

"Who's that?" Chris asked. "Oh yeah…that guy…"

"J.C.? Hello?" Justin asked. He watched the people walk by as he waited.

"I think you gotta dial the number first," Chris said.

"Oh yeah," Justin giggled as he started dialing. "Hey J.C.! Guess what? Me and Chris got drunk! What? Okay, goodbye!"

"What did he say?" Chris asked as he sat against the front tire.

"I don't know, I couldn't under-stand him," Justin shrugged, hanging up.

"We better get going if we wanna be there for supper," Chris said, standing up.

"Okay," Justin laughed as he followed Chris through the parking lot.

Chris stumbled through the parking lot until they found the road. They giggled the whole time, often winding up the but of other people's jokes. Justin insisted on stepping on Chris's heels as they walked, but Chris was too drunk to care.

As they walked the road, they tried to stay to one side but quickly found it impossible. After almost getting hit a fourth time, a police car pulled up next to them.

Chris stopped to watch the officer, causing Justin to walk into him. "Hey officer!" Chris smiled, blurring his words. "Lovely n-night for a walk!"

"You guys been drinking?" the officer snapped, resting his hand on his gun as Chris nearly fell.

"Drinking what?" Justin asked, laughing.

"It's the cherries!" Chris warned. "Don't go near the cherries!"

"Okay you two, let's see some ID," the cop said.

They were interrupted when a dark blue car pulled up behind the police. J.C., Lance and Joey jumped out, joining Chris, Justin and the cop.

"What the hell were you thinking?" J.C. asked, hitting Chris and making him stumble.

"J.C. man, it's the cherries!" Chris said, the alcohol heavy on his breath. "They were spiked! I am so sorry! I love you!"

"Chris, relax," J.C. said, getting embarrassed.

"Well getting drunk intentionally and indulging in cherry bombs are two different things," the cop said, He turned to J.C. and asked, "Are you willing to take responsibility for these two? I really have better things to do, and since this wasn't their fault I'll let this slide."

"We'll take care of them," J.C. assured. "Sorry this happened."

"Make sure I never see these two again," the officer said, getting back in to his police car. On his way back to the car, the CB sounded, giving the directions to a warehouse. "Ten-Four," the officer said, staring the car. He pulled away, leaving J.C., Joey and Lance to take care of the giggling Justin and Chris.

"Fourteen!" Justin laughed.

"What?" Joey asked.

"Ten and four are fourteen," Chris explained, giving Justin a high five.

J.C. turned to Chris and Justin and began laughing. "I wish I had a camera right now!"

"What's so funny?" Chris laughed, steadying himself on Joey.

"The two of you drunk is the funniest thing in the world!" J.C. said.

"The world is a big place," Justin said.

"The stars are winking at me!" Chris said, looking up at the dark sky.

"Come on you guys, let's get out of the public eye before the media sees," Lance said, pulling Justin towards J.C.'s car.

"Medium what?" Chris asked. He let J.C. help him into the car and swayed as he looked around. Everyone was ignoring him as they buckled Justin and Chris in. "J.C.," he groaned, feeling his stomach churn.

"What," J.C. replied as he started the car.

"I think…I think I'm gonna be…"

Joey jumped up and ran around the car, opening the door for Chris. Just as Joey stepped out of the way, a pile of partially digested cherries landed on the pavement.

"Woah, cherries…" Chris exclaimed, leaning forward to pick one up.

"No you don't," Joey said, pushing Chris back in the car. He ran back around the car and sat in the passenger seat.

"Justin, you gonna be sick too?" J.C. asked.

"I’m not sick, you're sicker than I am…what?"

"What?" Chris asked.

"What," Justin replied.

"What?"

"What."

"What do you want?"

"What?"

"Look at the trees!"

"What trees?" "Guys!" J.C. yelled. "Don't make me stop this car!"

"Oh please…you can't scare me," Justin said, rolling his eyes and becoming dizzy.

"Yeah, you're scarier when you wake up and fart," Chris laughed.

J.C. glared at them in the rear view mirror. As they drove past Times Square, J.C. got an idea. "Hey guys, care to take a bet?"

"Take a what?"

"He want's to get wet," Chris clarified.

"A bet you assholes!" Joey yelled, getting annoyed.

"Aww…Joey said the 'A' word!" Justin sang, making Chris crack up.

J.C. pulled over to the side of the street and got out. The others followed, curious as to what he was planning. "Come here," he ordered Justin and Chris.

They got out and stood in front of him, unable to stop smiling. "What?" Chris asked.

"Okay, I'll make you guys a bet, and because you're drunk, I'll make it incredibly easy for you. All you have to do is walk on the curb with out falling off. Simple right?"

"Uh, I guess," Justin said, still trying to process what J.C. said.

"That's too easy," Chris laughed. "What do we have to do if we lose?"

"If you lose, you have to get down on all fours and eat grass. If Justin loses, he has to run around the block…naked," J.C. grinned.

"No big deal," Justin replied. "I've done it before."

"And the secret comes out!" Joey laughed.

Lance rolled his eyes. "Well, get to it," he smiled, stepping aside so the two could see the raised cement curb.

"Ha, watch this," Chris laughed, pushing Lance aside as he stumbled forward. He slowly stepped on the curb and held his hands out to his sides, tipping from side to side as he crept along. He made it about half way then finally stumbled off. The others burst out laughing as he glared at J.C.

"You gotta stick to the bet," J.C. reminded.

"I hate you!" Chris yelled as he got down on his hands and knees. Sighing, he bent forward and began carefully taking mouthfuls of the tops of the grass blades. The other guys laughed at him and clapped, then turned their attention back to Justin.

"Okay, okay, here I go," Justin sighed, walking to the curb. He repeated Chris's performance of holding his hands out, but wobbled terribly and fell of almost immediately. "That wasn't fair!" he yelled.

"You only get one chance, and you blew it," J.C. laughed. "Now get to it."

Justin pulled his shirt off over his head, becoming dizzy in the process. His necklace sparkled in the streetlights, making the diamonds glitter. Then he unbuckled his belt and threw on top of his shirt. He was forced to sit down to take off his pants and shoes, saving his boxers for last.

"Those too," Joey smiled.

"But I need them," Justin whined.

"The deal was naked, not in boxers," Lance said.

Justin turned bright red even in the dark as he pulled off his boxers. Cars began honking as they drove by, and the others kept their gazes to the sky or the road. "Okay, start running," J.C. said.

"I can't believe I'm doing this!" Justin yelled, taking off down the street. He tried running as fast as he could but soon discovered anything more than a slow jog was next to impossible. Cars honked and swerved as they gawked at him, not realizing it was Justin Timberlake from Nsync. If they had, it would have been chaotic.

J.C., Lance and Joey cracked up as they watched him go, and within a few seconds he turned the corner. "We are gonna have to get him drunk more often!" Joey laughed.

"No!" J.C. argued. "If the press got a hold of this, do you know how much shit we would be in?"

"Good point," Joey replied, spotting Justin as he turned the corner and started back for them.

The guys laughed as Justin trotted back to them, then stopped when familiar red and blue lights began flashing behind him.

"Justin! Run!" J.C. yelled as he, Joey and Lance ran to the car. J.C. started the car and waited impatiently for Justin to reach them.

Justin kept up his sloppy drunken run, getting closer and closer. "Wait!" Lance yelled, getting out of the car and running to Chris. Chris was still eating grass, totally oblivious to his surroundings. Lance grabbed the older man around the waist and pulled him to his feet, grabbing Justin's clothes on the way. Justin finally reached the car at the same time Lance pushed Chris in the car and hopped in himself. Once everyone was in, J.C. pulled in to the street in the opposite direction the cop was coming from.

The cop turned on the siren but found it too hard to turn around in the busy intersection and gave up, turning everything off and continuing on.

The guys breathed a sigh of relief as they sped back to the bus; Justin and Chris's giggling filling the car.

~o0O0o~

"Oh my God my head hurts," Justin groaned, rolling over in his bunk.

"Welcome to the wonderful world of hangovers," Chris replied from his position on the couch.

"Hangover- how'd I get a…"

"Don't you remember anything from last night?" Joey asked, handing Justin some aspirin and water.

"Um, me and Chris went to that club down the street, and we got there early…the cherries were good- someone spiked them! Then you came and we went to Times Square-" Justin turned white and looked at the others.

"He remembers!" Lance laughed, cracking up at Justin's look of embarrassment.

"I can't believe you guys took advantage of us like that," Chris said seriously. Then a smile crept across his face and he added, "That was pretty hilarious though."

All the guys except Justin began laughing until they were interrupted by the phone's shrill ring. "Hello?" J.C. asked, trying to control his laughter. "What?…Wait a minute…" J.C. looked at the other with a look of dread. "No I haven't yet…yes, I have one…I'm sorry…fine, bye." J.C. hung up the phone and got up.

"Do I want to know what that was about?" asked Lance.

"It was about this," J.C. said, grabbing the newspaper and unfolding it to reveal a full page picture of Justin's naked form running down the sidewalk, with Chris included in the back ground. The guys cracked up as J.C. read the headline, "Guys of Nsync show what they're made of."

End

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