// busting out //

No one was really all that surprised when the alien burst out of Lance's chest. Not even Lance, even though he had rather a stunned expression on his face when it happened. For a minute, everyone sat in silence as the...thing, whatever it was, sat staring back at them.

Chris was the first to break the silence.

"Woah," he managed. "I mean...WOAH! What the hell?" He looked at the glass of beer in front of him, and then at Lance, somewhat reproachfully. "Dude. I have ectoplasm on my glass. That ain't right." He wiped it off and grimaced, before taking a catious swig of his drink. "S'ok though....none in my beer. But hey...be more careful, ok?"

Lance just nodded, still somewhat stunned.

Justin's mouth was moving, but no words were coming out. He looked rather like a fish going through some kind of oxygen crisis. He shook his head, and finally got his brain to make the connection with his vocal cords. "Fuh," he managed, before his brain shorted out again.

JC was also looking thoughtful. "Exactly what shade of green would you say that was?" he said, to no one in particular. "Is it more kind of....lime? Or, hmm. Maybe a fresh spring-green?" He cocked his head to the side, and squinted slightly. Chris reached across and tapped him on the forearm.

"No, C...don't even think about it. We don't need any songs about....whatever the fuck that is, okay? Just don't. You hear me?" JC nodded, pouting slightly. Chris shook his head harder, mouthing, no, and took another swallow of his beer.

The alien thing squirmed a little on the table, and Justin squealed, which made Joey laugh. "What's wrong, J?" he sniggered. "Anyone would think you'd never seen an alien before. BOO!" And he slapped his hand down on the table, causing Justin's eyes to nearly bug out of his head.

"That's really not funny, Joey," scolded JC, looking up from where he was hurriedly scribbling something in his notebook. He at there, beaming, humming softly to himself, shooting sideways glances at Chris, who was glaring at him over the rim of his glass, still shaking his head.

Lance finally spoke. "Um...sorry. I thought it was just....indigestion, you know?" He sounded somewhat dazed, and was waving his hands around vaguely, as if trying to pluck answers out of thin air. "But...uh...I guess not." He reached a cautious finger out and poked the blob. It wobbled slightly, and then settled back to staring at him.

"What are you going to call it?" asked Joey. "I think I still have a list of baby names around here somewhere, if you want me to get it?"

Lance looked as if he was almost considering it for a moment. Then he shook his head. "It's not mine!" he exclaimed. "Really...it's not!" The other four looked at him, a little stunned by the vehemence in his voice.

"Calm down, dude," said Chris, patting Lance on the shoulder. "I mean....you've just....uh...given birth, and I don't think you should be getting too worked up--"

"I'm not getting worked up," snapped Lance. "I just. Well, this sort of thing doesn't happen to me everyday, you know? I'm not sure....it's....I...what the hell IS that, anyway?" He pointed to the alien with an unsteady finger. "And my chest hurts too." he added, almost as an afterthought.

"As long as you don't need an injection," said JC, with a visible shudder. "You know how I feel about needles, so yeah...just let me know if there's going to be any needles, because I'm out of here. No offense or anything. I mean, I was here with you for the birth, so it's not like I'm not being supportive or anything, but--""

"Shut.Up!" shrieked Justin, standing up from the table suddenly. "You're all freaking me out. Youhear me? freaking. me. out. That....thing! What the hell is that thing and how the hell did it get IN Lance? Jesus...how long has it BEEN in there? What if there's one in ME?" He scrabbled at his own chest frantically, pulling up his shirt. "Joey? Can you see anything? Can you??"

Joey squinted at Justin's chest, then screamed. Justin went white as a sheet. "What?? WHAT??!!"

"Oh...nothing," smirked Joey. "I was just reacting to seeing Timberlake nipple action. My inner teenie busting out..kinda like Lance's busting out, but totally different." He guffawed wildly at this own joke and almost fell off his seat. Chris shot a glare at him.

"I'm the funny one, Joey. Don't make it necessary for me to come over there and smack you." He shook his fist menacingly. Joey rolled his eyes.

"I don't think we should be exposing Lance's alien to violence," scolded JC, still scribbling in his notebook. "And nothing rhymes with ectoplasm," he muttered quietly.

Lance stood up. "It's not mine," he said firmly. "I don't even know how it got there. And I want it to go away."

The alien looked at him balefully and shuddered. It made a mewling sound.

"You've made it cry, you bastard," said Chris.

Lance looked horrified. "I didn't mean to!" he sputtered.

"Yeah, you did, " said the alien. Five sets of jaws hit the floor.

"You....you....you....speak?" Joey finally managed. "How the--"

"Yeah, I speak," replied the alien. "I dance, too."

"Can you sing?" asked JC, tucking his pen behind his ear.

The alien shook it's head. "No. But I do write songs."

JC frowned. "Are they any good?"

The alien fixed him with a steady gaze. "Put it this way...I've evolved beyond 'your eyes are red because you cried', you know?"

JC sniffed. "Shut up."

Justin sat up, suddenly looking interested, instead of looking like he was about to puke. "Yo...you write songs and dance?"

"That's what I said, prettyboy," replied the alien. "And I'm good, too."

"Modest, too," muttered Chris. "Know any good jokes, slimeball?"

The alien glanced at him. "Humour is not my forte."

Chris grinned. "Can't have it all, I guess."

"I can't believe we're sitting here, talking to an alien." said Lance. "This is just....weird."

"You're telling me." replied the alien. "Don't think bursting outta your chest didn't take me by surprise, either, y' know? I'm just thankful I didn't land in that guy's beer. I could've drowned."

Chris muttered something under his breath and went to refill his glass.

"So, you dance and write songs?" Justin again, still digesting the information. "Can you give us some examples?"

"Sure I can," replied the alien, shuffling up to its full height. "I can probably even teach you losers some fancy footwork." It turned and looked at Joey. "Maybe." Joey gave it the finger.

"Cool!" exclaimed Justin. "I think this just might work out!" He sat down beside the alien and smiled. "Tell me what you have in mind. We could use some new ideas." JC sniffed and slapped his notebook down loudly. Justin ignored him, all his attention on the alien. "And hey, what's your name, dude?"

The alien beamed at Justin. "My name," it said with a sly grin, "is Wade."

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