The night they came up with the plan was very hazy. She knew they’d talked about it, knew that each one of them’d had reservations about it. While she was sure at the time they knew what was happening after the fact she just wasn’t anymore. They just knew they had a plan.
One that she’d never be quite sure who came up with. It could have been hers, she knew she’d been just drunk enough that it sounded like something she’d come up with.
It could have been his, she had vague recollections of him being sad and frustrated and probably just enough with it to think the crazy thing would work.
Of course in the end it didn’t really matter who came up with. The problem was they both agreed to it.
But that was getting way ahead and there was a whole story to lead up to it.
It had been some random party, for something that she wasn’t still quite sure of till this day. She’d been dancing, hands in the air (because it showed off just a sliver of her stomach and she was damn proud of her body), eyes closed. When he’d slid up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist she’d thought nothing of it.
It was a party, with dancing… the very same exact thing (someone sliding in behind her) had already happened four times and she’d just kept dancing, eventually whoever it was moved away to return to their own group that didn’t happen this time.
She idly wondered if she should move away, and decided that it was just dancing so she stayed.
When he was sure that she wasn’t going to leave his hands moved to her hips and they’d kept dancing. The heavy pounding of the music keeping them company as their hips and bodies ground together. If they’d been naked and not in public this might have been considered sex.
The familiarity of his movements bugged her, and after a moment she shrugged it off as inconsequential and left it at that.
When the fast beat turned into a slow one she turned to face him and almost jumped out of her skin. She would have quite literally jumped away from him if he hadn’t had a tight grasp on her hips, and that smile on his face was freaking her right out. The last time JC had smiled at her he’d also been telling her she was a piece of shit… only not in so many words.
A quick glance to her left then her right as he was pulling her into the lines of his body showed her that yes, they were the focus of attention now.
“You do know Justin’s going to be pissed, right?” she muttered in his ear, she knew her voice was louder than normal, but she hoped that it was soft enough that not everybody was hearing her.
“Justin’s got enough on his plate right now, he certainly doesn’t need to be worrying about who I’m dancing with,” and if there was a hint of bitterness there Britney didn’t question it. She just moved closer without his coaxing and wrapped her arms around his waist.
She’d known for almost as long as she and Justin had been together that there was some kind of chemistry between JC and Justin. That if she hadn’t been there that JC would have been. That even with her being there some things Justin just went to JC for.
“We’re going to be the talk of the town tomorrow,” she stated, more to herself than to him although she was gratified that he didn’t pull away.
“Then people need to find more interesting things to talk about… we’re just dancing, now if we left together…”
Britney snorted, JC laughed and then an hour later they both ignored the various members of their entourage and their audience and left together.
The plan came between little bottles of whiskey and vodka. They’d both been sprawled on the couch in JC’s suite giggling as they got drunker and drunker.
She’d probably always blame the plan on the alcohol… because she honestly believed that without it neither she nor JC would have been as friendly or civil to each other.
Of course it was hard not to be friendly when someone was rubbing your feet. Whoever was in the rooms on either side of them probably thought they were having sex every time he hit a particularly sensitive area and she groaned.
“See you shouldn’t be wearing heels so much.”
“I like the way they make my ass look,” Britney said almost absently, she swirled the tiny bit of vodka left in her glass around before raising it to her lips. She almost choked on it.
“Well yeah… but they’re ruining your arches.”
“Have you been staring at my ass Jace?”
“Joey points at the finer aspects of everyone’s ass to anyone who’ll listen,” JC smirked, winking at her. “Even yours.”
Britney buried her grin in her glass, emptying it and then setting it aside.
“So what are you going to tell Justin?”
“’bout what,” JC patted her feet once and then rested his hands on top of her legs.
Britney rolled her eyes, “’bout the dancing and the drinking and the you not embarrassing me in front of everyone by abandoning me on a crowded dance floor,” she waved her hands in the air.
“Why do you think J’s gonna care?” JC rested his head on the back of the couch, his eyes closing.
“Jace this is me not some girl you picked up in that club… you and Justin… you guys have something…” and if she was less drunk she knew that she could put it into words… although she probably wouldn’t be saying anything if she was sober.
“We don’t have anything,” JC said tiredly and he sounded so sober in that moment that Britney wondered if she’d actually been drinking alone and he’d just been plying her with the booze. JC had about as low a tolerance as an infant and should have been incoherent at this point.
“Please,” Britney snorted. “I’ve seen you guys, you know with the flirting and the eyes and the jealousy…”
“Justin’s straight,” and she knew that he’d had this conversation with someone before. Probably one of the guys, most definitely not the ex-girlfriend of the guy he was crazy about.
“Justin’s in denial,” she corrected.
“And dating Cameron now.”
“Diaz?” her brow wrinkled, because she knew she was out of touch but she didn’t think she was that out of touch.
“The one and only.” His sigh was tired.
“Then you need to find someone to,” she decided.
“How is that going to help?”
“Jealousy is a wonderful thing,” she waved her hand imperiously as she thought. There had to be one or two people within their circle that didn’t know that JC was gay and in love with Justin, that could be trusted to do this. If she was sober she could probably have come up with someone.
“Why do you think our relationship started to fall apart? He was freakin’ out about you and Bobbi…” And then she’d fucked Wade and that had been a huge mistake because she’d loved Justin and he’d dropped her like she was diseased, which knowing Wade could have been a possibility and he still hadn’t ended up falling into JC’s arms.
Name, name. She’d give up all the alcohol in the world for a name. “How ‘bout Tara, Justin certainly didn’t like her.”
“She’s dating Trace… or she was dating Trace. I’m not sure who she’s dating now, she might have sworn off men.”
“You could help me here,” Britney hit his arm lightly.
“This is a stupid idea Brit.”
“How ‘bout me?”
“What about you?” JC’s eyes narrowed.
“You could date me… you know Justin would swoop into rescue you from big bad Britney,” she smirked even as she inwardly winced.
She hated that that was the way Justin saw her now. Someone that others had to be protected from.
“Is this some publicity ply?” he scowled. “When’s your new album come out again?”
“Not soon enough… and this’ll work.”
“Justin’s straight… a fact which he loudly proclaims at any given moment with as many women as he can manage. Besides the fact that he has never given any indication that he thinks of me as anything but a friend,” JC ran a hand through his hair. “And sometimes we’re not even that anymore,” was said softly and under his breath, she was sure she wasn’t supposed to hear it at least.
“You’re just not looking, ask any of the guys and they’ll tell you.”
“This is so not going to work.”
“Have faith,” she stretched slightly, moving her legs into a more comfortable position. “At the very least you’ll have a great story to share next time you guys are all together.”
“You’re still in love with him,” JC said softly, his eyes met hers and they were filled with sadness.
“I’ll always be in love with him,” she smiled wanly.
“Because he won’t have anything to do with me… and because I think you can make him happy. I wouldn’t do this otherwise.”
They talked for two hours, at 4 am they had the beginning of a plan. At seven they put it into action.