Twenty-Seven
“Do
you really have to go?” Justin said unhappily. He sat on the ground, hands
behind him, propping himself up.
“I'm
going to drip paint on you,” Lance warned. He was working on the front porch.
“You'd
LOVE to put paint on me,” Justin flirted, and Lance rolled his eyes.
“And
yes, I really have to go. I've been stretching this job out longer than I
should, anyway,” Lance said, his eyes unconsciously wandering towards the road.
He often found himself watching for a car that never came. It had been two
weeks since his weekend with JC Chasez, and he had never seen him again.
“You
could just stay here, Lancey…work here. With me. Ooh, yeah!” Justin sat up. “We
could be like a team…like they could only hire us together. Wouldn't that be
hot?”
“NO,”
Lance said, blushing slightly.
“You
don't think sex with me would be hot?” Justin said, insulted.
“Yes,
I do. I mean, no, I mean, you're a jerk,” Lance snapped, and Justin laughed.
“Besides, I can't DO what you do.”
“You
have already,” Justin said lightly.
“That
was different,” Lance mumbled.
“You
could call him. I bet Joey has some sort of contact number for him.”
“I
don't WANT to call him, Justin. Whatever JC Chasez and I had is over. I'm ready
to move on.” Lance stopped painting and looked at Justin. “You could come with
me. I'm looking to settle down somewhere. We could be roommates, you could go
back to school…”
“And
do what?”
“I
don't know. Learn music production or something. I hate to think of you doing
this forever.”
“I
won't do it forever, Lancey. I'll get old, and no one will want me anymore.”
“Someone
will ALWAYS want you, Justin,” Lance said, and he was sincere.
Justin
got up and hugged Lance tight, surprising him. “I will really really miss you,
Lancey. You're like the best friend I've ever had.” Justin laid his head on
Lance's shoulder. “And you'd better keep in touch…who knows, one day I may get
sick of this, and I'll come looking to take you up on your offer.”
“And my offer will always stand,” Lance
said, kissing Justin's cheek.
“So,
will you have the songs ready or what?” The record exec snapped. JC glared at
him, but the glare was wasted behind his sunglasses.
“I
told you I would. You gave me a deadline of six months…which doesn't end for
another two weeks.”
“Normally
you have something to show,” Chris said gently.
“I
HAVE something to show,” JC said evenly. “I just didn't feel like showing it.
You will have more than enough in two weeks.” JC stood. “If you'll excuse me, I
have a party to get ready for.” JC left the conference room with Chris on his
heels.
“You've
been acting like a real ass lately, you know?”
“They
rub me the wrong way, Chris. They always want more than they originally agreed
on.”
“I
almost think you need another vacation!” Chris said. “You've been so
miserable…”
“I
am NOT miserable. I am back in my hometown, and I have been out almost every
night. I'm writing well, and I never sleep alone.”
“Too
much information,” Chris said, shaking his head.
“I'm
sorry if I take shit out on you, Chris. I don't mean to,” JC said softly.
“You're really my best friend.”
“And
don't you forget it,” Chris muttered. “Have fun not sleeping alone tonight.
Call me tomorrow, okay?”
“I will.” They separated at the door of the
office building. As JC slipped into the backseat of the limo, he heaved a sigh.
He knew he was acting miserable, because he WAS miserable. The part about not
sleeping alone wasn't a lie; there was always someone beside him. What Chris
didn't need to know is that JC never touched that person more than a few
caresses and kisses.
“I
swear…I'll just walk and take the bus,” Lance insisted.
“Lance,
I'm driving you to the bus station and that's final,” Joey snapped.
“Can
I do it?” Justin popped his head into Joey's office. “Can I drive him?”
“Uh,
sure, Justin, thanks,” Joey said. “Close the door, please.”
Justin
closed the door and Joey went into his safe. “I'm gonna miss him,” Lance said.
“He's a good guy.”
“They
all are, really,” Joey said. Joey straightened up and handed Lance two large
envelopes. “One of these is cash. One is traveler's checks. You sure you don't
want me to keep some, send you it along the line?”
“No,
I'll be okay,” Lance promised. “I already have an idea of where I'm going, so I
won't be on the road for long. And it's not that I don't trust you…I just like
the idea of having it.”
“It's
your money,” Joey said. He handed Lance the envelopes. “We'll miss you. Keep in
touch, okay?”
“I will,” Lance said, nodding. “I promise.”
Early
the next morning, Justin sat in the front seat of Joey's truck, waiting for
Lance. He nervously tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. Lance soon came
out, waving over his shoulder.
The
ride to the bus station was brief, and they didn't talk much. Justin helped
Lance get his bags out of the vehicle, and waited with them as Lance bought his
ticket. “The bus leaves in ten minutes…so you can go,” Lance said. “No need for
you to wait.”
“Right.”
Justin gave Lance a hug. “He really cares about you, Lance,” Justin said
softly. “Chris told me. You could have a chance.”
Lance
shook his head and smiled. “That was a dream life. This is reality. Once I'm
settled, I'll write you, okay?”
“Yeah,”
Justin said faintly. “Take care, Lancey.” He gave Lance another hug, then
hurried back to the truck.