Baby

By: Foxy Lady

Justin hated being the youngest of the group. He never got to do anything fun. Even Lance was over 18 and the guys took him places that Justin, the baby, was not old enough to go to yet. Why couldn't he be 18? Then he could go out with all of them and spend time with Lance like he used to. When they were both the babies and they would stay back at the hotels watching movies in their room just having fun.

Lance was always there for him. They were best friends. If he needed a shoulder to cry and his mom wasn't around, Lance would be there until the tears stopped. Tonight was one of those nights, he wished Lance was around, but no he was out with the rest of the group at some bar probably getting drunk just because it was Europe and they could.

Sighing, he walked out of his room and down the hall to the soda machine. He couldn't even get something a little bit stronger to drown his unhappiness in. He didn't know why he was so down today. Days like today just stunk really. He just wanted to crawl into ball and disappear. Picking up the can of soda from the machine, he turned to walk back to his room as the elevator door opened.

Looking to see who was coming out of it, he stopped when he saw the familiar figure of his friend. "Hey, what are you doing back so early?"

Lance shrugged his shoulders. "Wasn't having any fun with the guys. It's all the same you know. Go get drunk. Pick up chicks. Gets old, you know?"

No, I wouldn't. "Yeah." Justin walked over to his room with Lance on his heels.

"So what is up with you tonight?" Lance leaned against the wall next to the room door.

Justin shrugged sighing. "Not much."

Lance took a step closer and put an arm around him. "What's wrong?"

Shrugging again, Justin opened his room door walking inside. Lance followed him into the room closing the door behind him. He watched Justin as he walked across the room. Justin lay back on his bed with his legs on the floor. lance walked over and sat on the bed next to him.

"I hate this, Lance." Justin sighed turning to towards his friend.

"What?" Lance lay down next to him leaning on his hand.

"Being the baby. I never get to do anything fun. you are even old enough to go out now, and I am stuck here waiting for you to come back so we can hang out. Of course when you do, you are always drunk off your ass, so I hate that I lost my best friend."

Lance looked down at Justin in shock. He had no idea his friend felt this way. He realized that they spent less time together now. Justin wasn't old enough, but Lance didn't see him as a baby. Far from it actually. In fact, if Justin knew how he thought of him, Justin would run from the room screaming.

Pouting, Justin sighed, "I miss you, Lance."

Lance sat up at this. "Justin, you're still my best friend."

"I know, but it just feels different."

Oh, no. Different isn't good, Lance thought. "How do you mean?"

"I don't know," Justin said shrugging. "Just different." Sitting up next to Lance, Justin lay his head on his shoulder. "Lance, I feel like I am losing you."

Lance laughed. "You're not, Justin." Sighing, Lance reached up and put his hand on Justin's shoulder. "I'll always be your friend. I'll always be here." Lowering his head, Lance touched his lips to Justin's temple. When he realized what he had done, he sat back and dropped his hand from Justin's shoulder.

Justin looked up at his friend in confusion. "Lance, what's wrong?"

Lance shook his head trying to hide the sudden fear at Justin's reaction to the small gesture. "Nothing, Justin."

Justin now shook his head. "Nope, not buying it. Lance, why did you move back?"

"Because..."

Just then the silence of the room was broken by a knock on the door. Both of them looked up knowing the guys were back. "Hey, Justin, is Lance in there?"

Justin didn't want to answer, but he knew Chris wouldn't stop knocking if he didn't. Looking back at Lance, he tried to see what his friend was thinking. He saw fear in his friend's green eyes. Lance, his friend, his aide in times of bad was afraid. Well that wasn't good. Leaning over, he did the only thing he knew to help get rid of the fearful look. He kissed him. On the lips. It wasn't a big kiss, but something soft and chaste. Smiling, Justin leaned back before getting up to open the door.

Lance watched as Justin walked to the door. He couldn't believe that Justin had did that. It came totally out of the blue. As Justin opened the door to the rest of their friends, he certainly knew Justin wasn't a baby anymore.

The End

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