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After a long, long, *long* argument, during which Justin furiously whispered things like, "he's gonna root through my garbage for souvenirs!" and "come on! Brit's visiting. Aw, man..." it was decided that he would, in fact, take Chris home with him, if only because Chris was pouting. "Fine," Justin huffed. "Let's go." "Now?" Chris asked. "When else?" "I can't!" Chris said. "I won't!" "What's wrong, Chrissie?" JC asked. "Don't you want to go with Justin?" "I need clothes first." It was true. Chris was currently wearing a button-down shirt of Joey's. It reached his ankles, so the lack of pants didn't matter. Sock and shoes would be necessary, though. "I'll call my people," Lance said. "Dude," Justin said. "You have people that'll buy you baby clothes?" "I'm not a baby!" "Of course you're not," Joey said. "I'm not! I'm a big girl. I'm 12 years and 26 days old!" "Yes," Lance was saying into his phone, "for a 12-year-old girl. Maybe 4'9". We'll get the shoes ourselves." "I'm not 4'9"!" Chris said indignantly. "I'm 4'11"!" "Some things never change," Justin whispered to Joey. He snorted. "I dunno. Jeans. T-shirts. Buy *nsync merchandise and I flay you alive." "Tell them I want a sparkly headband," Chris said. "And a sparkly head-a *what?*" "For my hair." "And hair stuff. Yeah. As soon as possible." "And a diary!" "You don't need a diary," Lance said as he turned off his phone. "I do! So years 'n' years 'n' years from now, I can look back and remember everything about this." "You won't want to," Justin said, "trust me." "Of course I'll want to. Who wouldn't want to remember staying with *you*?" "We'll go shopping for a notebook when we get your shoes," JC said. Justin glared at him, until Joey pointed out that it would make good blackmail material in a few months. "A nice pink journal," Justin said. "With hearts and sparkles and an angel on the cover." Chris beamed. "You guys are so wonderful. All of you, not just Justin." Joey smiled wryly. "Thank you."
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