"Chris, how are you feeling?" Joey asked him.

"Pretty good, and not too tired," Chris answered. "I slept for awhile, what's today?"

"Moving day," Joey answered. "Friday."

"Can you get my stuff together?" Chris asked. "I don't want to be a pain in the ass, but-"

"Don't worry," Joey said. "I'll do it. I'll come help you when we are leaving, okay?"

"Okay, thanks," Chris said.

Joey picked up some of Chris's clothes that were lying across the other bed, and threw them in the suitcase. He picked up his full bag, and walked out of the room. Justin and Lance were in the hall, and the three of them walked outside and tossed the suitcases in the bus.

***

The doorbell rang, and Eryn, still in her baby blue and white pajama's walked to the door. She opened it, and there stood Shane.

"Hey, Eryn," he said, and smirked when saw what she was wearing. "I have to tell you, I just love your pajamas." He laughed.

"Thanks," she said with a bright smile. "Would you like to come in?"

"Actually, I am just on my lunch break," he said.

"You're working today?" Eryn asked.

"Yeah, and I came to see Sasha. She hasn't been in for a few days. Is she sick?" he asked.

"No," Eryn answered. "How long is your lunch?"

Shane glanced at his watch. "I have about an hour," he answered. "Diane gave me longer, because it wasn't really busy."

"Well, come in," Eryn said, moving out of the doorway. "I'll make some lunch for everyone. Sasha is watching TV I think."

"Okay," Shane said, following her into the condo. He walked into the living room. "Hey Sash."

She turned around and forced a smile. "Hey Shane," he answered.

Shane took a seat beside her on the sofa. "What are you watching?"

"Stuff," she answered, staring blankly at the screen.

He looked at her face. "Your eyes... they're puffy, and red. Were you crying?"

Sasha touched her eye gingerly with her hand. "They are? Oh, it must be allergies."

Shane looked at her suspiciously. "Seriously?"

"Lunch!" Eryn said, walking in holding a tray. She set it down in front of them on the coffee table. She stopped. "Am I interrupting? Because I can leave, and-"

"No," Sasha said. "You aren't interrupting anything. Mmm, these sandwiches look good."

"Stop it," Shane said. "Come on, tell me what's wrong."

"I think I will leave," Eryn said, walking quickly out of the room.

"Eryn stay!" Sasha said, but Eryn was already out of the room.

"Come on, Sasha," Shane said. "We're friends. Are you mad at me?"

"No," Sasha said. "Don't worry about that, I'm not mad at you at all. It's just... other stuff."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Shane asked.

"Not really," Sasha admitted. "I already told Eryn, and... I don't really want to say anymore."

"Okay," Shane said. "I'm here for you, though."

"Thanks," she said. He leaned over and took her in his arms. She laid on his shoulder and watched the TV. A few seconds later, she spoke. "Shane?"

"Yeah?" he asked, looking down at her.

"I need some advice, from a guy," she said. "I am ready to talk."

***

The bus pulled away from the hotel, and Joey picked up the phone.

"Who are you calling?" Justin asked, walking over to him.

"Sasha," he said, beginning to dial.

"Okay, will you let me know, when you are done? I want to talk to Eryn," Justin said.

"You do?" Joey asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I was thinking today," Justin said. "I mean, she didn't really like Lance. I'm over it, and I want to see if she still wants to get back together."

"Okay," Joey said, shrugging. "I'll tell you." He pressed the last number, and listened for someone to pick up.

***

"What's going on?" Shane asked.

"Okay, you know how me and JC used to be together?" Sasha asked.

Shane's face went red. "And I ruined it? Of course I remember."

"You didn't," Sasha said. "Anyway, he was my first love. I really loved him, but we just fought too much."

"I know," Shane said.

"So I started talking to Joey. Do you know Joey?"

"Yeah, I think so," Shane said. "Brown hair?"

Sasha nodded. "We got closer, and eventually got together," Sasha said. "It felt so right. I loved being with him. I never thought of JC." She breathed in deeply. "The other day, he called me, telling me he wanted to get back together. I thought he was drinking, but now I'm not so sure."

"What did you say?" Shane asked.

"I hung up on him, telling him to call me when he was sober," Sasha said. "But I think he was. Anyway, I thought about JC, and the more I thought about him, the more I miss him, and the more I miss him, the more I love him. But I still like Joey, a lot, and I don't want to break up with him. I don't know what to do."

Shane shook his head. "Neither do I," he said truthfully.

"It's like, I want to tell JC, that I feel the same way, but Joey can't find out, and that's leading on JC," Sasha said. "I know that sounds stupid but-"

"I think that's what you should do," Shane said simply.

"You do?" Sasha said, surprised.

"Well, sort of. I mean, I think you should tell JC. Just don't cheat on Joey. It messes up everything. If you are going to get with JC, break up with Joey. And call JC. Tell him you want to be friends again," Shane said.

Sasha looked at him uncertainly. "Really?"

"I think you should," Shane replied. He looked at the clock. "Oh, shit, I have to be back at the Gap in five minutes, I have to run. Call me after you talk to JC, okay?"

"Okay," Sasha said.

Shane stood up and helped Sasha to her feet. He pulled her close and hugged her, then grabbed a sandwich, and said bye, walking out the door.

***

Eryn ran to the phone, and picked it up before the answering machine got it. "Hello?" she said, breathlessly.

"Eryn, it's Joey," Joey said. "I just wanted to know if you and Sasha were going to come on vacation with me and the guys, because I still have to finalize the reservations."

"Um, can you hold on? Actually, I'll get Sasha," Eryn said. "Because it's up to her. I want to go..."

"Okay," Joey said.

Eryn walked into the living room. Sasha was clutching a pillow and softly crying into it.

"Sash?" Eryn asked quietly.

Sasha looked up, her face tear streaked. "Yeah?"

"Joey is on the phone, can you talk?" Eryn asked.

Sasha groaned. "I guess," she answered. She picked up the cordless. "Hello?"

"Hi Sasha," Joey said.

"Hey Joey," she said, her voice cracking.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

"No," she said.

"Are you sure? Are you crying?" Joey asked.

"I'm fine," she insisted. "Leave me alone."

"Sorry," he said immediately. "I was just wondering if you were going to come down South. I have to finalize."

"Sure," she said.

"Great," he said. "We'll be passing Toronto tomorrow night, are you going to home?"

"I don't know," Sasha lied. "I think I am working."

"Oh," Joey said, disappointed. "Well, I hope you are home."

"How's Chris?" she asked, changing the subject.

"Okay," he said. "Still pretty bad. I have to go, though. I need to make sure Chris is alright."

"Okay, bye," Sasha said.

"Wait," Joey said quickly. "Can I talk to Eryn again?"

"Sure," Sasha said. "Hold on." She covered the receiver. "Eryn! Joey wants to talk to you!"

Eryn picked up the phone. "Thanks Sasha. Joey?"

Sasha hung up the phone. "Yeah," Joey said.

"What did you want?" Eryn asked.

"Um, Justin told me he wanted to talk to you," Joey said. "But if you don't want to, I can say you aren't at home... do you want to?"

"I guess," Eryn said. "Put him on."

"Okay," Joey said. "Bye." She heard Joey give Justin the phone.

"Hello?" Justin said.

"Hey, Justin," Eryn said.

"Oh, I am so glad you are talking to me," Justin said.

"Why wouldn't I?" Eryn asked.

"I don't know, I took so long to tell you this," Justin said.

"Tell me what?" asked Eryn.

End Of Chapter Sixty Seven