"I know it is, I'm sorry. But they're almost gone...do you want to sit in my lap, sweetie?"
"Okay."
"Ow! Watch your elbow!"
"Sorry, Joshy...was that your stomach? I'm sorry."
"Don't...worry, I'm fine...Hey...are you laughing at me?"
"...No!..."
"Lance!"
"What?"
"Aw, nothin..."
"Okay!"
"Sh, don't laugh so loud...I love your laugh, but you have to be quiet, or they'll find us again. You don't want that to happen, do you?"
"Uh uh...My head still hurts from last time. I'm sorry Josh."
"That's okay...Are you still scared?"
"Not as bad anymore...thank you."
"You're so cute, you know that?"
"No I'm not, I'm, I'm ugly and I can't dance, and--"
"Lance, shh...you're NOT ugly. You're beautiful. Don't listen to what they say, okay? All that matters is you and me."
"But I can't remember you and me...I can only remember waking up and seeing you, and then them, and they hurt you, Josh, and I got so mad at them, I wanted to--"
"Sh, I'm fine, baby, don't worry about me. You don't have to worry about me; I'm okay. They didn't hurt me too bad. It's you I'm worried about. But shh, I think I hear them coming."
"Okay..."
"Hey, Joey, have you seen the pansies?"
"Nope, sorry Chris. Did you ask Justin?"
"I ain't seen 'em either. They're probably hiding again."
"Oh well. We'll get them later...we goin' out tonight?"
"Sure, I'm up for it...I need some...release, since Skinny and Nutcase seem to have gone missing...Justin?"
"I'm game. Lemme get my jacket, and--"
"NO! I mean...it's not in the closet...it's over here."
"You all right, Joey?"
"Yeah, fine."
"Whatever. Thanks...ready Chris?"
"Yup."
"Hey Joshy?"
"What?"
"Are they gone?"
"Maybe...let's wait a little bit, okay?"
"Okay...Joshy?"
"What?"
"Why do they always call us pansies?"
"Cause they don't like us, Lance..."
"Why not?"
"They don't think it's right for us to love each other like we do. They don't like the way we're together."
"Why not? What's so bad about love?"
"Nothing, sweetie. They just think it's wrong for two guys to love each other. That's all. They don't know that it doesn't matter."
"Why do they call me Nutcase?"
"...Because they think you're crazy."
"Why? I'm not crazy, am I?"
"No, of course not, baby, they just think so."
"Just like they think we're pan...pansies for loving each other?"
"Right."
"Why do they think I'm crazy, Joshy?"
"Because you don't remember...you're not like you used to be anymore. You're a little different, not that that's bad, but that's just what happened."
"When they hit me?"
"When they hit you, yeah."
"Then they hit you, too?
"..."
"...No, I don't want you to answer that...I'm sorry."
"Don't be, baby, I've told you before, it's not your fault, it's not my fault. It's just that they don't understand."
"Sh."
"What?"
"Sh."
"Be quieter, you two...HEY! Chris! Justin! Wait up!"
"Why did Joey say that?"
"I don't know."
"I thought Joey didn't like us anymore."
"I thought the same thing, Lance."
"But maybe he's different, maybe he's okay now."
"Almost."
"Chris and Justin aren't different though, are they? They still don't like us."
