LOL wanna see how much I amuse myself? I was listening to the cd that JCHalo made me and there's a song on there... I cant remember who its by or what its called and I'm too lazy to look... and its from "fight club" (at least, I think it is. either way, it reminds me of the movie - I need to watch it again) and in the song a guy goes, "I WANT YOU TO HIT ME AS HARD AS YOU CAN!"

So yeah. Like I said I was listening to that, and I came up with this. And it makes me laugh.


"I want you to hit me as hard as you can!" Justin shouted at Joey as he tried not to laugh.

"Dammit, I thought you put that movie away." JC rolled his eyes as he and Chris stopped at the door to the dressing room where Joey and Justin were facing off.

"I did." Chris nodded. "But remember yesterday when we stopped at Sam Goody to get Joey that Norah Jones CD so he'd just shut up already?"

"Uh huh."

"Yeah, he went in and bought it."

"Dammit. Someone wasn't doing their job."

"Dude. I hid it the first time and he has yet to find it. I did my job." Chris shook his head and turned to watch Justin and Joey.

"Come on Joe, hit me." Justin insisted as he clenched his stomach muscles and bent slightly at the hips.

"I'm not hitting you Justin." Joey shook his head and turned to walk away.

"Hit me as hard as you can!" Justin insisted, the playful smile still dancing on his lips.

"You know, it'd serve him right if Joey just hauled off and socked him in the gut." JC said as he and Chris watched from the door.

"Yeah it would." Chris let a little chuckle escape as he caught Joey's eye and shrugged.

"Come on puss boy; hit me as hard as you can. I can take it." Justin insisted.

Without warning to anyone, Joey reeled his fist back and punched Justin solidly in the stomach. Justin bent in half immediately and hit the ground with his hands clasped over his abdomen.

"Fuck." He wheezed as his face turned red.

Chris and JC stood by speechless. They'd only been half-serious when they said Justin would have deserved it, but now that Joey had done it they weren't sure if they should help, or laugh. In the end laughing won out and they found themselves on the floor parallel to Justin, holding their stomachs as well. They laughed so hard they cried as Justin rolled around groaning and Joey stood above them all shaking out his bruised hand.

"Well shit Just, you told me four times to hit you."

"I know." Justin squeaked as he tried to catch his breath.

"I'm sorry."

"S'okay." His voice was as high as Mickey Mouse's but more strained.

"S'okay." Chris howled with laughter as he imitated Justin for JC.

"You guys… come on." Joey looked down at JC and Chris and shook his head. "He's seriously hurt."

"Only his ego." JC continued to laugh as Justin's face returned to a normal color.

"I think I'm gonna be sick." Justin said as he rolled onto his hands and knees.

"Shit." Joey dove under the table to grab a trashcan and forced it under Justin's head. "There."

"Oh God." Justin placed his head in the trashcan but only groaned again instead of throwing up.

"Hey Justin?" Chris asked as he wiped his laughing tears away.

"What?" Justin's voice echoed in the trashcan.

"Wanna watch 'Fight Club'?" Chris didn't get the whole question out before JC screamed and fell back on the floor in another fit of giggles.

"Fuck you." Justin said from the bottom of the trashcan.

"Hey Joe. Hit him again." JC said between gasps for breath.

"You guys are all nuts." Joey shook his head and put his hand on Justin's back. "You okay?"

"Uh huh." He heard in echo.

"Okay. I'll come check on you later." He patted Justin's shoulder then headed for the door. "I swear, you're all nuts."



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