JC was throwing shirts and pants in his suitcase when Justin walked into the room, cursing himself every time he missed. “C..,” Justin started.
JC stopped midmotion and his shoulders slumped. “Justin don’t, please. Just don’t.”
There’s no one quite as blind
As a victim of the game
A Songfic (Em/Justin)
Eminem sat in the waiting room at the hospital in LA. Clenching and unclenching his fist in front of him as he leaned forward on his knees, he cursed to himself.
I want to take his eyes out
Just for looking at you
Em looked across the waiting area at Justin’s friends. Only two had come clubbing with him- JC and Joey. Both looked distraught and upset. Both also kept throwing confused glances his way. He scowled at them. They weren’t there for Justin either. They were his fucking friends. They should have had his back. He knew if some guy had tried to knife him in a club Dre and 50 would be right there.
Lance stumbled out of the back of the bar, his fifteenth beer of the night still in his hand. He sighed and rested his sweaty back against the brick wall, closing his eyes, feeling the sweat drip off his eyelashes. He felt rather than heard someone near him. “Dude, you ok?” the person asked.
The voice was deep with a slight melodic quality. Slowly Lance lifted one eyelid, trying to focus on the blurry face in front of him. All it did was make him dizzy and feel like he was going to throw up. He reeled forward, doubling in half, causing the beer bottle in his hand to crash on the concrete. The last three beers he drank came up and landed on the pavement. A cool hand was placed on his back. “You need a ride home?” the voice asked.