The Abdul Theory (Extended Behind the Scenes Two-for-the-Price-of-One Rhinestone Remix) by Torch - P

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Fandom: POPSLASH - *NSLASH
Pairing: Chris/Lance, JC/Justin
Author on LJ: flambeau
Author Website: The Flambeau Factory: Boybands

Why this must be read:

JC's the sneakiest of them all. This JC very well could take over the world. And I think we'd like it. And Justin thinks he knows it all but is so adorably clueless, you just want to shrink him up and put him in your pocket. And poor little Joey is stuck in the middle but somehow you get the feeling that there's no place he'd rather be.



"Chris, it's the worst match ever."

"No, no, no. That's not what I mean. Cause opposites, when they come together, it's really interesting, and it works. It's like dating."

Justin choked. "You think Bruce Lee and Kareem Abdul Jabbar were *dating*? You're on crack, man."

"No, idiot." Chris punched Justin's shoulder. "I mean it's like with love and dating and stuff, opposites attract, and things work even when you think they shouldn't. Kinda like that fight scene. It's my Abdul theory."

"Your Abdul theory."

Chris nodded. He tugged on Justin's sweatshirt. "I think we're kinda in the way here," he said as the clothes rack began to shift. Chris walked back out, and Justin followed. "Yeah, people who are really different, and they still click, that's, that can really work."

"Aha," Justin said. "Like you and Lance."

Chris stopped very suddenly, and Justin walked into him. "Me and what. Who. What?"

"Lance." Justin hooked an arm around Chris's shoulder and propelled him forward again. "Cause you two are *really* different."

"We get along fine," Chris said.

"Sure," Justin said, dragging Chris along since Chris seemed to have forgotten how to walk.

"We're not that different."

"Uh huh. Sure you're not."

"We're not--what do you *mean*, me and Lance?"

"Nothin'," Justin said. "Just you're kinda different, like he's all laid-back and well-mannered and shit, and you're, uh. You."

Chris, apparently regaining the use of his legs, made a flying leap and clung to Justin's back. "What do you mean by that? Are you implying anything about my behavior, huh? Huh? Huh?"

"Leggo my ears, freak," Justin said.

"Who are you calling a freak, freak?"

Chris thwapped Justin's head and dropped down to the floor again, and Justin chased him, trying to smack the backs of Chris's thighs with JC's hat, all the way to the toy room. Chris burst into the room, barrelled into Joey, and started a tickle-fight. Justin abandoned the chase and wandered over to JC and hooked his chin over JC's shoulder. "Okay, you were right," he said.

"Good," JC said. He was playing with a small sheet of gold star stickers. "About what?"

"Chris and Lance. Or Chris, anyway."

JC grinned. "Were you being subtle?"

"Course I was," Justin said. "I wouldn't put ideas into his head or anything. Not me."

"Right." JC stuck a gold star on Justin's nose. "You would never do that. Did you get my hat?"

"Yeah." Justin got the hat from his back pocket and jammed it down on JC's head, pulling the brim down over his eyes. "There ya go."



The Abdul Theory (Extended Behind the Scenes Two-for-the-Price-of-One Rhinestone Romance Remix).

The original The Abdul Theory by Hayley is here.