Lance was in love. Everyone knew. Everyone but himself.

"We all know you're in love when him." Joey said out of the blue one day, folding laundry with Lance.

"What? Who?"

"Justin, we all know you're in love with him. Hell, even Justin knows."

"I'm not in love with Justin." Joey snorted.
JC walked into the room carrying another clean basket of laundry for them to fold.

"Heya, JC, isn't Lance in love with Justin?" JC nodded.

"Yep."

"I am not." Lance pouted, but not as well as Joey.

"Yeh, right." Justin walked in, kissed Lance on the lips and left.
Two seconds later, Lance fainted.

"Not in love with Justin," Joey snorted, "my ass."

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