A/N: Thanks to firehead30, tweedygal and vamphile for the support and for allowing me to once again dance in the joy of the Superstar/Visible verse. I do love me some fangirl-hating Justin! Oh, and I’m picking on EVERYONE here, we’re all guilty for stressing Justin out. lol
“Okay, alright, already!” Justin exploded out of the chair and headed for the hard stuff. Jameson’s at 1 pm was a bad sign.
“I’m almost afraid to ask,” Brian said.
“My fucking laptop has crashed three goddam times today!! I can’t get anything done!”
Brian looked at the screen. “Your workload includes writing communities?”
“I have had it up to my eyeballs with fangirls! Rimming and basketball and Dr Seuss, fuck!!”
Brian grabbed Justin by the shoulders. “Listen very carefully. I forbid you to log on for the next twenty-four hours. No internet.”