Copyright October 22, 2001 by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Rating: G
Pairing: whatever
Disclaimer: The young men who comprise O-Town are their own people. The author has not met anyone here described, nor does the author mean to suggest that these people act this way in real life. This writing is a work of fiction. I make no money from this venture.
Dedication: This slashfic is for Ewan McGregor and the Savage Garden slashwriters.
Wherein I don't know who, where, or why.
Notice: Hey, tomorrow's my birthday. It's time for me to grow and mature, as an individual and as a writer. Therefore, I will write O-Town slash! What's wrong with this picture?
I dream about a girl who's a mix of Destiny's Child,
Just a little touch of Madonna's wild style,
With Janet Jackson's smile.
Throw in a body like Jennifer,
You got the star of my liquid dreams.
"Justin!"
"JC!"
"Justin!"
"JC!"
"Justin!"
"Uh, guys? What's going on?"
"JC!"
"Justin!"
"Guys! What?"
"Who has a better smile, JC or Justin?"
"Uh...Howie."
They made rude noises and ignored him, returning to their disagreement. "JC!" "Justin!" "JC!" "Justin!"
He picked up the tablet they'd been scrawling over. Tipping his head to one side, he heard the lyrics in his head:
I dream about a man who's
a mix of Backstreet and Five,
Just a little touch of
AJ's wild style,
With JC Chasez's smile.
Throw in a body like
Nick Lachey,
You got the star of my
liquid dreams.