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Nick, Drew, Justin, and Lindsey sat staring at the closet door. Familiar voices rang out from behind it, but none of them comprehended a word of it. Nick, etc, had come back to the room to discover that Drew and Mich had returned before the allotted time, and Mich and Jeff were in a full out war with each other. Absolutely fed up with all the arguing from both parties, Nick physically picked up Mich and forced her into the closet, kicking and screaming, literally (trust me, I've seen it). Drew clued in on Nick's idea and forced Jeff into the closet with her. Now, the purpose wasn't nasty (sorry k) so don't get any ideas in that filthy little mind of yours. Justin and Lindsey did nothing, and had regretted it ever since. All they did was bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch. Anyway, you get the idea.
"Honey," Lindsey said to Nick, still staring at the closet door, "I really don't think this is one of your better ideas." Justin leaned over toward her ear.
"Yes it is," Justin whispered to her with a nod. Lindsey laughed.
"What did he tell you?" Nick demanded. Lindsey just shrugged, saying nothing.
"AND I DON'T CARE WHAT YOUR GIRLFRIENDS HAVE TOLD YOU!" came a shriek from the other side of the door, "SIZE DOES MATTER!!!!" This, the rest of the group comprehended. They suddenly burst out laughing. "Thank you, thank you," came the muffled response to the laughter.
"You are the biggest bitch in history," was Jeff's retort.
"So, you have the worst COME BACKS in history. God I hope that if you guys ever have to make a come back they don't depend on you for ideas cause you will bomb miserably!" Mich exclaimed.
"Fuck, at least I can sing," he responded.
"You call that singin? I call that being kicked in the crotch!" Mich exclaimed. "I had sympathy pains when I heard that. Shit, I know GIRLS who can't hit the notes you do! Guys aren't supposed to sing higher than girls, it's just not--natural!"
"Ya, well..." His next retort was too low for the rest to hear, but it obviously infuriated Mich.
"You----asshole!!" Mich screeched. "You fuckin bastard monkey (K's personal favourite) rejected fuck face jack off male son of a shit head ugly mother fuckin ass sniffin shit for brains bullshitin insulting ASSHOLE!!!" With this said, she burst out of the closet.
"Mich," Jeff shouted. "Mich, I'm sorry." Lindsey looked at Jeff, then at Mich, totally confused. What the hell had he said? Lindsey wondered. Mich looked at Lindsey expectantly, then spoke.
"We're leaving," she said. "I hope you guys have a good show," she told the guys. She turned to Jeff. "And I hope you fall and crack your head open." Lindsey quickly said goodbye to everyone, and Nick told her approximately what time they would be done. The girls left. Mich was in a mood all the way to the mall, and wouldn't talk no matter what Lindsey came up with, so after a few tries, she gave up. At the mall, Lindsey was straight with Mich.
"Okay, what the hell happened in the closet? OMG I sound like a niner at a makeout party," she mumbled to herself.
"The bastard KISSED ME!!" Mich shrieked in the middle of the mall. Heads turned. Mich was good at grabbing people's attention. Lindsey looked at her friend, shocked. "What is it with these people? Nick is suddenly being nice and defending me, Jeff is kissing me. Next thing you know Justin and Drew will be asking me to marry them." Lindsey couldn't help but laugh. "Very supportive!" Mich exclaimed.
"I'm sorry," Lindsey apologized, forcing herself to stop laughing. "Really sorry. Okay, I'm fine now. Why?"
"I don't know," Mich said. "We were arguing and then all of the sudden, he just leaned over and kissed me."
"Maybe he was trying to shut you up," Lindsey suggested bluntly. Mich glared at her, then seemed to contemplate this.
"I have been kind of annoying lately," Mich admitted. Lindsey had to nod. "Hmm, I hate to say it, but maybe it is time to call a truce. I can't even remember how it started."
"Well, some peace would be nice," Lindsey admitted. "Everybody's getting really sick of it."
"I could kinda tell by Nick's reaction today," Mich said with a slight smile. "Oh well, I'll try my best, that's all I can do," Mich offered.
"That's all I ask," Lindsey told her, putting her arm around her friend. They began to look around the huge mall they had landed themselves in.
98* walked off stage after their encore, waving and smiling. As soon as they were out of sight, Nick's smile dropped off his face.
"Put up you right hand," he commanded Jeff.
"What?" Jeff asked with a laugh.
"Put up your right hand," Nick repeated. "Hurry up, the girls will be here soon." Jeff raised his right hand, still smiling. "Repeat after me. I promise."
"I promise," Jeff repeated, not knowing what he was promising to do.
"NOT to bicker with or scream at or insult Michelle," Nick continued.
"Oh, come on," Jeff exclaimed, throwing down his hand.
"NOT to bicker with or scream at---" Nick began again.
"Okay, okay," Jeff interupted. "Her name is Michelle?"
"NOT TO BICKER WITH---"
"NOT TO BICKER WITH OR SCREAM AT OR INSULT MICHELLE," Jeff repeated.
"And to try and do my best to otherwise get along with her."
"And to try and do my best..." Blah blah blah you get the picture. Nick and the others made their way to their dressing room and found Mich and Lindsey waiting for them.
"How was the show?" Lindsey asked, eyeing up Jeff and Mich.
"It was okay," Nick responded, doing the same.
"Jeff," Mich said, being civil.
"Mich," Jeff returned in the same tone.
"Okay?" Drew exploded, obviously still high on the adrenaline rush. "It was great! I think it's our best show yet!!"
"I loved it!" Justin exclaimed. "Were you not on that stage?"
"Hey, Just, I saw a girl looking at you during the whole concert!"
"Ya, I know. Did you see her looking at me??"
"Uh, ya, that's what I just said!" Drew shot back. He rolled his eyes while looking at Lindsey and shook his head.