| Part One �Whose party is it?� JC asked. �What does it matter? You�re going and that�s it. It�s gonna rock, you�ll see. Here talk to Justin. I need to pee.� The phone changed hands, but no one spoke. �Chris? Justin?� JC yelled into the receiver. �Justin here,� Justin answered. �It�s Lance�s party.� �Lance? Isn�t he the one who--� Justin cut JC off. �JC, that was just a rumor. No one really believes he does heroin. Who in Liberty Valley really does?� JC considered that. Justin�s right, he thought. Who in Liberty Valley, Texas does heroin? Despite that, JC still found himself wavering at the invitation. Chris got back on the phone. �JC, be ready to go at 8:30 p.m. That gives you over two and a half hours to get sexy. We�re going and that�s it.� �Okay,� JC said and hung up. Although the party was one he didn�t feel comfortable attending, JC knew he was going because Chris said so. And whatever Chris Kirkpatrick said, went. *~*~* JC was sitting in the backseat of Joey�s, Chris�s boyfriend, little purple Neon, feeling out of place, considering he had actually put some thought into his outfit, finally settling for a pair of loose fitting Levi�s and a gray and blue polo shirt. Chris, Joey, and Justin were dressed gothic, with black leather pants and black long sleeved shirts. The ride out to the party was a few minutes long, considering the location was a few miles out of town, and the trip was spent mostly in silence. Finally they reached the ranch, and Joey parked the car. Once they got out of the vehicle, JC shivered. The night air was frigid and JC wished he had a boyfriend to keep him warm, or at least a jacket. Justin had gone to talk to some guy he knew, and Chris was preoccupied with Joey, so JC was alone. This is one bad scene, JC thought miserably. �Having a good time?� A deep male voice asked behind him. �Huh?� JC turned and found himself looking at the most gorgeous man he�d ever seen. He was tall, but still shorter than JC, strong and muscular, but not bulky, had sparkling green eyes, blonde spiked hair, dimples on both cheeks, and the most perfect set of teeth JC had ever seen. Perfect. The guy�s smile widened. �You�re just standing here alone. I asked if you were having a good time.� He extended a hand toward JC. �My name�s Lance, by the way. It�s my party.� He shook his hand. Lance�s skin was soft and he smelled woodsy, like a man should smell. JC smiled. �Hi. I�m JC.� �Hello, JC.� He did not let go of JC�s hand. JC stared for a moment at his eyes. He stared right back. He smiled again. JC blushed and looked away. �So�� JC started. Lance stopped him. �JC, come with me.� He still held JC�s hand and led him into a small bedroom located at the back of the house. He let go of JC�s hand and closed the door with a soft click. JC just stood there. Lance sat on the bed and motioned for JC to sit down beside him. JC looked at him, angrily. �No way, dude. What kind of guy do you think I am?� He turned to leave. �Stop. Sit down.� Something in his voice made JC turn to face him. He was staring at JC, green eyes cold and hard. He went and sat down next to Lance. �Now, I just brought you here because I saw how lonely you looked outside and I wanted to give you something to make you feel better.� JC looked at the joint Lance had in his hand. Then he looked at Lance. His eyes were glazed and sleepy. He was grinning. �What is it?� JC asked. �Is it just weed?� �Yeah. Just, check it out.� Lance got a lighter out of the front pocket of his shirt, lit the end of it, took a hit, and inhaled deeply. He blew the smoke in JC�s face. JC coughed weakly. He took the joint from Lance and took a drag. Lance smiled as he watched JC take the smoke in. JC noticed that he immediately felt a grand sense of well being. He�d never felt so good before. He also noticed the look on Lance�s face, one of self-satisfaction. �This isn�t just weed, is it?� JC asked, almost frightened by what his answer might be. Lance shook his head. JC took another hit. �Well, what is it? I like it.� �Guess,� Lance said and JC stared again at his sleepy eyes. Lance took a hit. JC then noticed that Lance had small bruises on his hand. His eyes widened. �Is it smack?� JC asked. He felt fantastic, like he was flying, and there was no pain. Lance nodded. JC smiled and watched Lance lie completely down. JC crawled next to him and put his head on Lance�s chest. They finished the joint and stayed there until dawn. |