Lance walked back down the stairs. "Nice one, Sasha. He's leaving."

Sasha looked at him uncertainly. "He won't leave."

"Yeah, he called the hotel and is packing his bag," Lance answered.

"What?" Eryn said. She turned to her friend. "Sasha, you have to stop him."

"Let him leave!" Joey put in. "I'm sick of this. I can't take it anymore either. Am I the only sensible one here?"

"No," Chris said. "You're not sensible. The only reason you are agreeing with... never mind. Anyway, JC needs some time away. Let him leave, okay? He'll be fine."

"I guess," Lance said.

***

JC walked downstairs into the living room. He walked over to Eryn and gave her a hug. "Thank you so much for letting me stay, Eryn. Thanks for the great present, too."

"No problem, JC," Eryn said smiling. "Keep in touch with me, okay?"

"Sure," he said.

He turned to the guys. "I'll see you guys in a week, I'll meet you here the morning of our flight."

Lance nodded. "Okay, buddy," he said. "Bye."

"Bye," JC said, turning around and walking to the front door. The group sat in silence as they heard the front door open, and shut.

Sasha looked down at the ground and felt everyone in the room's eye's on her. "I'm sorry," she mumbled.

"Sasha, it's not all your fault," Joey said. "I mean, you guys just didn't get along."

"Joey's right," Justin agreed, leaning over and hugging Sasha. "Don't worry."

"I didn't think he would actually leave," Sasha said.

"It's okay," Eryn said. "Don't worry, Sasha. They have to leave in a week anyway. JC just needed some time."

"I know," Sasha said, tears welling up in her eyes. "I have to... I'm going to bed." She got up and walked out of the room. Getting involved with JC was a mistake from the beginning. I used to be a carefree teenager, and now, I am in a huge mess... she thought.

***

JC sat on his bed and turned on the TV. He put it on Much Music, and laughed as he watched himself on TV... it was the Intimate and Interactive. He picked up the phone, and dialed his agent.

"Hello?" someone picked up a few seconds later.

"Hey, it's JC," JC said.

"JC!" the agent exclaimed. "How are you?"

"Not good," he said. "Listen, I need a favour."

"Sure," he answered. "What?"

"Well, I moved out of Eryn and Sasha's house, me and Sasha aren't getting along," JC admitted. "I'm at a hotel down the street. But I don't want the guys to think I am coping out. So do you think you could set up a promo or a signing somewhere for Thursday? I know it's late notice, since it's Tuesday night, but I don't want to spend a week here before Tennessee."

"Sure," he answered. "Do you have your cell phone?"

"Yeah," JC said.

"Okay, I will call you back in five minutes," the agent answered, and hung up the phone.

A couple minutes later, the phone rang. JC picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hey, I cleared it with everyone. Thursday morning you have a photo shoot with Bop Magazine. It's in Tennessee, so you can stay there. It's at ten in the morning. How's that?"

"Great!" JC exclaimed. "Thanks, that's really great. Should you call the others, or me?"

"I will, don't worry," he said. "I will see you Thursday morning."

"Yeah, thanks," JC said again. "Bye."

"Bye," he answered, hanging up the phone.

End of Chapter Forty One