"Chris, JC, Justin," Lance said, into the backseat. "Wake up."

JC and Justin woke up, and Joey told them that they were late, so hurry and get into the bus. They walked over there slowly. "Chris, wake up." Joey said. Chris didn't move. "Chris!" Joey said, louder. "Come on, we have to get on the bus."

Chris opened his eyes slightly. "Joey?"

"Yeah, what's up with you? Get up, we have to go," Joey said.

"I'm coming," Chris said. He moved a little. "Shit, Joey, I can't move."

"You can't?" Joey said. "You just did."

"No, it kills my head, please I can't move," Chris said. "See if you can drive the car after the bus."

"We can't," Joey said. "This isn't our car, it's our manager's, and he needs it," Joey said. "You can't stay here."

"Well, I can't move," Chris said.

"Why are you talking so low?" Joey asked.

"It hurts to move my mouth," Chris said. " It hurts to move anything. Don't you believe me?"

"I believe you," Joey said. "I just don't know what is wrong with you."

"It's my headache," Chris said. "It hurts everything."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Joey asked. "Listen, stay there, I am going to go get the manager... I'll be right back."

Joey returned a couple minutes later with the manager at his side.

"Chris, are you okay?" the manager asked. "Joey said it's a bad headache."

Chris gave a slight nod. "I don't know what's wrong."

"Maybe it's a migraine. Those are killer. I will get the guys and we will help you into bed. We have a concert in two days. If you want it cancelled let me know."

"I will let you know tomorrow," he said.

The manager left to get JC, Justin and Lance. The four of them walked back a few seconds later.

"Are you okay?" Justin asked, sleepily.

"No," Chris whispered.

"Okay, listen guys," the manager said. "Each of you help pick up Chris. The more of us there are, the less it will hurt him. So, I am going to count to three and we are going to lift him up, bring him to the bus and put him in his bed. One, two, three."

The five guys picked up Chris and walked slowly over to the bus. "Hurry," Chris whispered. "It's killing me."

Finally he was down in his bed. He moaned softly in pain when Joey put a pillow behind his head. "Sorry," Joey said softly.

"That's okay," Chris whispered.

"Don't talk," Joey said. "I am going to go get you two extra strength Tylenol, then I want you to try to sleep it off, okay?"

"'Kay," Chris said softly. Joey came back and gave him the pills and the water, and he slowly took them. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," Joey said. "Do you want to be alone? Just blink if yes."

Chris didn't blink. "I want to hear your story... you and JC..." he whispered faintly.

Joey smiled. "Oh, okay. Well, I told him about Sasha and me... how much I like her. He was faking it, I think." Chris closed his eyes, and Joey figured he wanted to sleep, so he quickly told him the rest.

"Wow," Chris whispered. "I have to... sleep... head..."

"Yeah, sure," Joey said. "Good night. I will check on you tomorrow morning."

He heard Chris's steady breathing minutes later.

***

"I can't believe you guys made out that long!" Eryn said excitedly.

"Oh, Eryn, he is the best kisser," Sasha smiled. "I like him so much!"

"That's great," Eryn said to her. "I hope Justin learns to forgive me... I love him so much, and he just... I don't know."

"Eryn, don't worry about it," Sasha said.

"I hate this," Eryn said. "I'll be right back." She walked into the kitchen to get a glass of juice. Her eyes caught the red and white bottle of Tylenol on the table. I could end this right now, she thought.

She picked up the Tylenol and twisted off the lid. Looking inside the bottle, there were only two left.

"What are you doing?" Sasha asked, coming in the doorway.

"N-N-Nothing," Eryn stammered. "I mean, I was... I have a headache."

"Liar," Sasha said. "I'm your best friend. I know when you are lying."

"I was getting myself some juice," Eryn said.

"Then why are you holding the bottle?" Sasha asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I-I..." Eryn felt defeated.

"Come on, Eryn," Sasha said. "Why?"

Suddenly Eryn burst into tears. "Why do you think, Sasha? Why do you think?" She threw the bottle on the ground.

"Eryn, I-"

"No!" Eryn yelled. "I can't take this anymore. No one understands. Lance hates me. Justin hates me. Chris thinks I am a whore. You probably do too."

"I don't think you're a whore," Sasha said, trying to stay calm. "Come here." She opened up her arms.

Eryn fell into Sasha's arms, crying. "Sasha... what have I done? I've ruined everything."

"Shhh," Sasha said, trying to calm her. "No you haven't. Things happen, and things will work out. Don't worry."

"I am worrying, Sash," she said. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, it's okay." Sasha comforted her friend. "It's okay to feel like this. Things will work out."

"Well, I can't wait until they do," Eryn said.

"I promise," Sasha said. "They will."

End Of Chapter Fifty Three