Lover's Spat
by Annie


He's so stupid. I can't believe him sometimes. I mean, we had it all worked out, how we were going to do the Rosie show. We were excited, because it's so easy to just not be afraid on Rosie. The night before the show, my mom called to let me know she was coming. And that ruined everything.

"We have to tone down the flirting tomorrow, Josh, my mom's coming to the show," I told him.

"Its not like she doesn't know," he had replied.

"I know, but you know she doesn't feel comfortable with us."

"So?"

I mean, he could've said something other than that. So now we're mad at each other. The limo ride to Rosie's studio was tense, we sat on opposite sides of each other. The guys knew something was up, but they didn't say anything.

They're smarter than they look.

We get to the studio and meet up with Rosie, who tells us Ben Affleck is going to come on for a few seconds and talk about voting before we come on. I voted for Bush just because JC doesn't want him to win.

Backstage was tense. Justin and JC were off talking by themselves and Joey was telling me some story I wasn't really paying attention to. I did talk to one of the crew members briefly. Then the stage guy comes and tells us that its commercial break, and we need to take our places.

We go through It's Gonna Be Me and I hate him because he can still sound so good. He doesn't let his personal emotions control the way he sings. I do.

After that we sit down, and I chose the farthest seat away from him. Then Rosie started asking us questions, and Justin admitted he was dating Britney. It's about time, my God.

I have to fight the urge to roll my eyes when JC leans to Rosie and says "Learn me." And Decoupage? God, could he be more dense? I tell myself it's not cute.

I had to bite my tongue when the guys were teasing JC about thinking he's perfect, because to me? He is.

So that's where we are right now in the show, just chatting it up, answering questions and looking like nothing's wrong.

And I wish Chris would shut the fuck up about Krispy Kreme doughnuts.

 

I hate fighting with him. It was so stupid, I can't even believe we're this mad at each other over it.

We're playing this dumb game, and I want Lance to be on my team, even if he does suck at "*NSynctionary".

Oh. Guess not. He just got that Prince song. Pretty fast, too. I gotta admit, last time Rosie had a better game anyway. So I guess it doesn't matter as much if were not on the same team. Listen to me, worrying about this as if it's the most important thing in the world.

He didn't sit by me when we talked with Rosie. I really hope he'll sit by me when we sing This I Promise You. That's like our song. We always do something whenever we sing that song.

He didn't sit by me. I think he got as far away from me as possible. We're off, we're both off, we're not singing like we should.

Gee, I wonder why.

After we're done, I look at Lance's mom in the audience. She smiles and waves, and it's hard to blame her for our pathetic fight, because I know she tries.

We get asked some more questions, and the show ends. That's it. It wasn't nearly as fun as last time.

As we're leaving, the camera man comes up to me, stopping me. The other guys keep going, and whatever it is, it better be fast. Lance just might get them to leave me.

"Hey, tell your blonde buddy that I did what he asked, with you two and the split screens during that second song."

Then the guy turns and leaves, and I allow myself a small smile.

Maybe everything will be better on Regis.