NotWhatHeSeems3

*Josh�s Point-Of-View*

�Josh, why the hell are you grinning like that?� Chris asked me curiously.

�Grinning like what, Chris?� I asked curiously, turning to give him a strange look.

�Like you� well I don�t know, but you look weird,� Chris replied.

�Well thanks,� I responded sarcastically.

�You know what I mean. Now tell me why you�re so happy,� Chris demanded in a friendly way.

�You don�t want to know,� I told him, turning away and back to the book I was pretending to read before he�d interrupted me.

�Uh, yeah, I do. Why else would I be bugging you?� Chris questioned.

�For the sake of bugging me?� I guessed, not looking up from the book.

�For god�s sake Josh, just tell me!� Chris exclaimed, exasperated.

�Fine. I don�t know why it matters so much to you though,� I replied, giving him a funny look. �Anyway, I�ve been watching Lance lately and��

�And what?� he asked curiously.

�And I figured out that he�s gay and that he wants me,� I told Chris, not able to keep the grin from my face.

�Well I figured he was gay, but he wants you? How can you be sure?� Chris questioned.

�As I said before, I�ve been watching him, and he stares at me all the time. I figured that I�d just check and see if he really did like me. So today I came up behind him and whispered something in his ear about wanting me. And he got all nervous. I knew right away that it was true. So I played with him a little,� I explained proudly.

�So you�re smiling because he wants you? Does that mean you want him and you�re gay?� Chris wondered aloud.

�Yeah,� I lied, smiling again. �I just don�t know if I have the guts to tell him.�

�Ohhh, well I don�t know what to tell you. Just think, the sooner you tell him, the sooner you guys can get together and get freaky!� Chris joked, grinning.

�Yeah,� I agreed, a grin on my face too. �Damn he so do gullible,� I thought to myself. �Am I gay? Yeah, right. I just want to play with Lance a little, make him sorry that he ever looked at me. And if I get pleasured in the meantime, there�s no harm done.�

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*The Next Day*

I woke up with a smile on my face the next morning. Life was good. Every new day was just getting me closer to destroying Lance for having feelings for me. �What a loser,� I thought to myself as I stepped into the shower, �how could he even think that�d I�d be into him?�

Once I�d finished showering, I headed over to Chris� room where we were all supposed to meet for breakfast. I looked at my watch and realized that I was kind of early. I shrugged it off, figuring that Chris wouldn�t care.

I knocked on his door and waited. Nothing. I knocked again, a little harder this time. When I had to knock a third time, I got kind of angry. Finally, Chris answered the door.

�What do you want, Josh?� he asked me sleepily.

�Do you know what time it is?� I questioned, wondering why he wasn�t even up yet.

�Uh, no?� Chris replied, rubbing his eyes.

�It�s almost nine o�clock. We�re supposed to have breakfast in your room at nine,� I reminded him.

�Oh yeah�. Shit!� He exclaimed suddenly.

�What?� I asked curiously.

He slammed the door in my face a second later, leaving me confused and angry. �Damn him,� I muttered, heading over to the room one of our bodyguards was staying in to get the extra key. I returned to Chris� room a minute later with the key. I opened the door and stepped inside hitting the light as I entered.

�Shit,� I heard a familiar voice swear. �What the hell is Joey doing in here with the lights out?� I asked myself.

I walked further into the room and when I saw no one in the living area or the kitchen, I entered the bedroom. That was a mistake. Joey and Chris were scrambling around the room, trying to find their clothes. I turned right around and went back to the living room to wait for them to come out.

�Joey and Chris,� I thought to myself, �now that�s interesting.�

They came out a few minutes later, and as soon as they came, so did Justin and Lance. Justin looked kind of sad. I wondered why, but realized that I didn�t really care. Then I turned to Lance and gave him my best smile.

�Hey Jus, hey Lance,� I greeted them both.

�Hey,� Justin mumbled, his head down.

�Hey Josh,� Lance replied, returning the smile. �Hey Chris, Joey,� he said, turning to them.

�Hi,� they both replied weakly.

I almost laughed at how damn nervous they looked. They probably thought that I was going to out them to the group right then. It was fun watching them this nervous, so I figured I could torture them a little now and then talk to them about it later.

�So Joey, did you have a good night last night?� I asked him, sounding pretty serious. I congratulated myself on my brilliance.

�Uh, yeah, it-it was, well, you know. It was just like any other night,� Joey stuttered.

I had to bit my lip to keep from bursting out laughing. Then I turned to Chris and said, �what about you, Chris? How was your night?�

Chris did a little better than Joey, but not much. �Same, I guess. Not much going on.� Sure, he sounded confident, but I could tell with one look at his eyes that he was nervous.

�That�s cool. Justin? Lance? What about you guys?� I asked them, making sure to keep eye contact with Lance for longer than necessary.

�It was fine,� Justin responded, kind of brushing me off. That kind of made me mad, but I decided to let it go.

�Mine was good, Josh, how about yours?� Lance replied, smiling at me.

�Just great,� I responded, actually telling the truth that time. My night was spent planning how to get back at Lance, how could it not be great?

Our food arrived a minute later, and most of the conversation ceased. That was just fine for me, it gave me a chance to work on Lance. He kept looking over at me and giving me perfect opportunities to wink or run my tongue over my lips suggestively. This was so fun it was almost scary. Almost.