| Interlude |
| Lance rolled over lightly but realized he couldn't move much. Two arms were planted firmly around his waist not allowing him to move. His eyes opened slightly to find himself faced with a chest, a man's chest: JC's chest. "Wow, wow, wow," he mumbled under his breath as he lay back down quickly. He thought back to the night before and remembered how he had ended up here. "Too bad he doesn't feel the same," he mumbled knowing from experience, nothing could wake JC. His thoughts wandered to the notes. The first one with the ring pop and the other, "Shit," he mumbled realizing he hadn't looked that closely at the other since at the time he had been surrounded by the guys. As much as he didn't want to, he tore JC's arms from around him and practically sprinted to the kitchen. He had to ruffle through the garbage to find the small note that had been attached to the hard lemonade: Babe- I didn't think it was possible but I love you more and more each day. I don't know if you feel the same, but please all I ask is that you give yourself a chance to fall in love with me. Don't ask questions, it'll all come soon enough. -Your Secret Santa "Wow," Lance mumbled as he slid down the counter to sit on the floor, the letter clutched in his hand. "Who is this?" he thought aloud. "Josh doesn't feel that way about me, Joey and Justin have each other. That only leaves Chris. Ew, please not Chris. Maybe Josh does feel the same. Oh, just shut up," he muttered under his breath as he headed off to work on his final present. <><><><><><><><><><><> "Lance?" JC asked, half asleep as he rolled over on the couch searching for the blonde that had kept him warm all night. When he realized that he had lost him for the time being, JC stood up and made his way to his bedroom, hoping to get a little more sleep if not find Lance. When he entered the Jungle Room he found little more than a thin package sitting on his pillow. JC grinned as he reached for it and ripped it open. Inside was a package of blank sheet music. On the top of each sheet was branded "Another creation from the mind of Joshua Chasez." And what should've caught his attention then did not as he lay down and drifted back to sleep with thoughts of Lance on his mind. |