| Chapter 6 |
| (**Song used is "Your Song" by Elton John**) Justin sighed, following Lance into their house. He closed the door behind him, hearing Lance toss his keys down on the counter and start puttering around the kitchen. He stood in the doorway, leaning on the doorframe as he watched Lance heat up water on the stove to make tea. He cleared his throat loudly, but Lance didn't look up. Sighing, Justin took a seat on a nearby chair. "Come on, Lance, at least talk to me," he said. "Please?" When Lance continued to ignore him, Justin stood up and grabbed Lance's elbow. Lance yanked his arm back quickly, whirling around to face Justin. "What Justin?" he asked, his voice snappish. "I'm not in the mood for any of your bullshit, so just do me a favor and leave me alone." Justin threw his hands up in a helpless motion as Lance waited for the water to boil. "Will you at least tell me what I did?" he asked. Lance turned around, gawking at Justin. "Oh please tell me you aren't serious," he said. When Justin shrugged, Lance shook his head, growing angrier. "Fuck Justin," he said, "sometimes you have your head so far up your ass I can't believe you can even breathe." When Justin opened his mouth to protest, Lance glared him into submission. "Don't speak right now, okay? Just shut the hell up. It is MY turn to talk for once." Justin nodded and sat back down, waiting for Lance to compose himself. The kettle started whistling, and Lance took it off the burner, pouring himself a cup of hot water. He grabbed a tea bag and dipped it in, letting it soak a while as he looked up at Justin. "You left me alone today Justin," he said. "You blew me off, and this isn't the first time it's happened." He added a spoonful of sugar and a few drops of honey to his tea, stirred it around, and took a small sip. "I'm glad you decided to bring JC along because if it wasn't for him I would've had nobody to talk to." Justin sighed. "That's not true Lance, I-" "YOU were too busy talking on your phone, Justin," Lance said pointedly, and Justin lowered his eyes. "While Chris and Joey were off doing God knows what, the only time you spoke to ME directly, like I was your boyfriend, was when that stranger looked at me. And even then I would've preferred silence." Lance shook his head. "I'm sick of it Justin. I am. We've been together two, almost three years, but this past year you've been leaving me out in the cold. Especially since your company started to take off." Justin snapped his head up. "You can't expect me to ignore my business Lance," he said angrily. "It's my job." "And I respect that," Lance interrupted, "but not when every second of your free time is spent working. That's what you do from 9 to 5. Afterwards, you're supposed to be with me. On weekends, you're supposed to be with me. I understand that sometimes a meeting will run late or you have to meet a client on the weekend because that's the only time he or she is available," he sighed, "but lately it's too much. The only time we've spent any time together is at night, and usually one of is too tired to do anything but sleep." Justin sighed, watching the sadness appear on Lance's face, wishing there was something he could do to make it go away. Standing up, he walked over to Lance, leaning beside him on the counter. "Has it really gotten that bad?" he asked. Lance nodded, staring at his tea. "Yeah it has." Taking a breath, he looked up at Justin. "Do you still love me?" Justin's mouth dropped open in shock, and his eyes grew slightly larger. "What?" Lance kept eye contact with him, afraid to break it. Slowly, he whispered, "Are you still in love with me?" There was shocked silence on Justin's part for a moment, before he nodded. "Yes." Lance nodded, sipping his tea quietly. They both stood in silence for a while, Lance drinking his tea and Justin watching him. After a while, Lance yawned and put his empty cup in the sink. "I'm tired," he announced. "I'm going to go upstairs and go to bed." Justin nodded, watching him leave the kitchen. Lance stopped at the door, turning to face Justin. "You say you love me," he said. "If that's really true," he sighed, "then you need to prove it." Justin nodded, and Lance gave him a small smile. "Night Justin," he said quietly, before leaving the room. Justin sighed as he stood still, listening to him climb the steps. "Night Lance," he whispered. ~*~ JC sighed as he set his alarm clock for 7:00. He had an appointment to meet with Justin at the studio at 8, and he figured an hour would be enough time to take a shower and grab something to eat. He fidgeted with his blue silk pajama pants as he tried to get comfortable in bed. He wondered why he felt like he was sweating, and sat up long enough to yank his wifebeater off his chest. 'I better not be getting sick,' he said. 'I'll be recording soon enough, and a cold isn't going to be much help.' Sighing softly, he rested his head on his pillow and closed his eyes. Flashes of his earlier lunch with Justin and Lance played like a slide show in his mind, and he sighed. Lance was even more beautiful in person. His eyes were a soft green color, and they shone brightly whenever he laughed. JC had found himself wishing he were funny like Chris and Joey, just so he could keep Lance laughing and smiling all day long. He was also very nicely built, unlike JC, who was too skinny for his own good. Lance had strong arms, a flat stomach, nice legs, and a very enticing backside. JC opened his eyes and grinned, remembering how Lance had dropped his fork, and when he had bent over to pick it up, JC had gotten a nice look at his round butt. When he looked up to find Chris and Joey grinning widely at him, he didn't stop blushing for twenty minutes. JC glanced over at his clock and sighed. He had been thinking about nothing but Lance for fifteen minutes now, and it didn't look like it was going to stop anytime soon. With a sigh, JC threw the covers off of him and climbed out of bed. He slipped on a pair of socks and a shirt and headed for the kitchen to make him some tea. It usually helped lull him to sleep. Padding across the length of his small apartment, JC yawned as he flipped on the kitchen light. He got a cup of water from the faucet and put it in the microwave to heat it up. As he waited for it to finish, his thoughts wondered to Lance again. Suddenly, a melody started to float through his head. He hummed a few bars and grinned, searching for the phone. He dialed his cell phone number and said, "Monday evening, 12:37 a.m., new song melody." With that said, he hummed the tune of his song loudly into the receiver and hung up. Eager to get a few words down on paper, JC didn't hear the microwave go off as he raced into his bedroom. Lifting up his pillow, he grabbed his favorite lyric notebook and opened it to the first blank page. He grabbed a pencil and started writing, the words flowing smoothly as soon as the lead hit the paper. ~It's a little bit funny this feeling inside I'm not one of those who can easily hide I don't have much money but boy if I did I'd buy a big house where we both could live If I was a sculptor, but then again, no Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show I know it's not much but it's the best I can do My gift is my song and this one's for you~ JC got up and grabbed his coat, slipping it on as well as a pair of shoes. Grabbing his notebook and pencil, he left his apartment and headed for the stairwell that led to the roof. There was a slight breeze, and JC inhaled the sweet night air. Walking over to his usual spot, he sat down in the lawn chair he had brought up there and began to write. ~And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple but now that it's done I hope you don't mind I hope you don't mind that I put down in words How wonderful life is while you're in the world I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song It's for people like you that keep it turned on So excuse me forgetting but these things I do You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue Anyway the thing is what I really mean Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen~ Two hours later, JC yawned and closed his notebook. He was exhausted, but he smiled as he looked down at his notebook. 'Ah, the life of a songwriter,' he thought, and chuckled softly as he headed back down to his apartment. Song used: "Your Song" by Elton John |