N Sync with JC and the guys Fan fiction, submitted by Misery Made Beautiful. Everybody loves fan fiction! How could you not?!? It's the exciting act of taking celebrities or characters and placing them in incredibly retarded situations or just placing them in a scenario with the author of the story so he or she doesn't feel the crushing emptiness of their life quite so much. This particular site is devoted to N'Sync fan fiction and it is incredibly hard to read, not just because the stories are so horribly dull and stupid, but because they also thought it would be a funderful idea to place blue text on a blue background. Goodbye cares, hello eyestrain!
"JC," I said running up to him and giving him a hug.
"Hey, sweetie. Did you two just get here?" he asked.
"A little bit ago."
"I'm glad you are here," he said brushing his hand along my face.
"Me too," I said with a slight smile on my face.
"Are you going to come and sit in on the Meet and Greet?"
"Alright," I said surprised at the fact that I could go and sit in on the Meet and Greet.
Good fucking Christ, these girls are obviously in love with the members of N'Sync, yet this boring horse shit is the best they can produce? I mean, I never expect fan fiction to be well written, but at least they could have Kevin or AJ or Beanbagz or whoever is in that stupid band ramming the hell out of them. Good lord.
PS - She has a Guestbook so you can offer her constructive criticism of her writing.
BLACK LIVES MATTER!!! NOOOOOOO!!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? YOU HAVE CREATED A MONSTER, AN ABSOLUTE MONSTER!
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