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Part five of 'The stupidest story ever'
Other parts found at http://www.livejournal.com/users/eliade.
"Oh God i'm so sorry! Truly i just can't believe i did that!"
Staring in horror at the small vomit drenched figure at his side Justin came to the conclusion that perhaps cremation would have been the more prudent of his after death arrangements. Having nowhere else to go he had accepted the deviant toddlers offer of a bed for the night, that however was before the little bastard had insisted on driving.
The high speed chase down Hollywood boulevard had not helped his queasy stomach before the strange, shattering, other worldly vision had struck forcing him to empty his stomach and unfortunatly his bladder over his companion.
Smiling apologetically he attempted to wipe the surplus virulent green slime from the others face with the rayon silk he had been given earlier, pausing to wonder at the small scattering of carrots interspersed in the mess.
" Honestly i'll try to make it up, i'll clean out the car"
Spike growled and shrugged him off reaching into his pocket and procuring another cigarette before smirking, "Don't worry about that pet it's not my car...it's his"
Having been too distressed at breaking #778 of the boy band code [never reveal bodily functions in public] Justin had not had a chance to take in his surroundings, now looking up he saw he was in a mecca of taste and marbled floored beauty. Peace and harmony radiated from every corner...and coming toward him was a God sheathed in the slittering sex that could only be real silk. His hormones on-over drive Justin found himself weeping tears of awe positive that his troubles had come to an end.
Angel smiled with compassion and the confidence of the problem solver as he reached to the troubled young man with benevolent arms, "JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE!! WHO HOO !! I LOVE YOU.."
Justin found himself swung in tight circles before being set down allowing his god to draw back his foot and kick mini Spike out of the door. With the gleam of the frenzied in his eye Angel dragged Justin toward the stairs promising baths, and autographs. Following happily at last in a situation he knew, Justin couldn't help the pang at the thought of blue eyes as the strains of 'born free echoed around his pounding head.
Other parts found at http://www.livejournal.com/users/eliade.
"Oh God i'm so sorry! Truly i just can't believe i did that!"
Staring in horror at the small vomit drenched figure at his side Justin came to the conclusion that perhaps cremation would have been the more prudent of his after death arrangements. Having nowhere else to go he had accepted the deviant toddlers offer of a bed for the night, that however was before the little bastard had insisted on driving.
The high speed chase down Hollywood boulevard had not helped his queasy stomach before the strange, shattering, other worldly vision had struck forcing him to empty his stomach and unfortunatly his bladder over his companion.
Smiling apologetically he attempted to wipe the surplus virulent green slime from the others face with the rayon silk he had been given earlier, pausing to wonder at the small scattering of carrots interspersed in the mess.
" Honestly i'll try to make it up, i'll clean out the car"
Spike growled and shrugged him off reaching into his pocket and procuring another cigarette before smirking, "Don't worry about that pet it's not my car...it's his"
Having been too distressed at breaking #778 of the boy band code [never reveal bodily functions in public] Justin had not had a chance to take in his surroundings, now looking up he saw he was in a mecca of taste and marbled floored beauty. Peace and harmony radiated from every corner...and coming toward him was a God sheathed in the slittering sex that could only be real silk. His hormones on-over drive Justin found himself weeping tears of awe positive that his troubles had come to an end.
Angel smiled with compassion and the confidence of the problem solver as he reached to the troubled young man with benevolent arms, "JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE!! WHO HOO !! I LOVE YOU.."
Justin found himself swung in tight circles before being set down allowing his god to draw back his foot and kick mini Spike out of the door. With the gleam of the frenzied in his eye Angel dragged Justin toward the stairs promising baths, and autographs. Following happily at last in a situation he knew, Justin couldn't help the pang at the thought of blue eyes as the strains of 'born free echoed around his pounding head.
