�Am not.�

�Are too. Just admit it.�

�No.�

�So, there is something to deny?�

�No�I�uh.�

�You�uh what?�

�Nothing.�

�Why can�t you admit it?�

�Because it would change my life. Besides, there�s nothing to admit.�

�Liar.�

�Asshole.�

�Dude, you just called yourself an asshole�..�

�What kind of freak am I?�

JC looked around the room. No one seemed to be aware of his inner toil. Joey, Chris, and Justin were watching some lame-ass reality TV show, and Lance was reading something. JC thought that it was a book. His eyes lingered on Lance for a second more before wandering up and down his body. Realizing what he was doing, he jerked his head away, and resumed staring into his lap.

�Come on. Just admit it.�

�Admit what?�

�You know�.�

�Why should I admit it to myself if I can�t even think it? If I can�t even say the word in my head?�

Once again, JC�s eyes wandered to his band mate. Lance was now busy looking out the window he was seated next to. The mid-afternoon sun was filtering through, causing Lance�s warm skin to glow. JC began to think about how Lance�s skin would feel under his fingertips. JC wanted to know if it really was as smooth as it looked sometimes. Before his thoughts got any farther, Lance looked away from the window and back to his book. His eyes barely grazed the page when he looked at JC, who was still staring at him. JC looked away quickly, and mentally chastised himself.

�Way to go Chasez. He caught you staring.�

�Arrggh, I know.�

�What does he think about you starting at him? You do it constantly.�

�I don�t know�.I do not stare at him constantly.�

�Do too.�

�Do not.�

�Do too. You can�t go five seconds without looking at him.�

�Can too.�

JC looked around the room, looking at everything but the man at the table by the window. He looked everywhere but where he really wanted. Three seconds into his self-induced Lance-free inspection of the room, his eyes fell on Lance. Lance was still looking at JC. JC blushed slightly and looked away quickly.

�Why is he looking at me?�

�Are you really that blind?�

�What?�

�He knows.�

�Knows what?�

�You know��

�How can he know?�

�He just does.�

JC looked at Lance again, this time not turning away when he met Lance�s eyes. Lance smiled and turned his attention back to his book. Warmth filled JC�s body, and he smiled to himself. And he mentally cheered.

�What was that?�

�He smiled at me.�

�I know, but what does it mean?�

�I dunno� He smiled at me.�

�Are you ready to admit it yet?�

�Admit what?�

�Don�t start.�

�Start what?�

�I think that you just proved to yourself that you really feel the way you think you do. He made you so happy with just a simple smile.�

�Yeah, but--�

�No buts. You�ve been fighting this way to long.�

�I guess. But what if it changes every--�

�It will. But it won�t necessarily change anything for the worse.�

�Yeah, but��

�Just do it.�

�But what if they don�t--�

�They will. They�re your friends. And they don�t have a problem with Lance.� JC eyed the room. Joey, Chris, and Justin were still watching TV, but it was a different lame-ass reality show now, and Lance was still reading. Lance looked up suddenly and caught JC staring at him again. Lance just smiled sweetly, and returned to the pages in his book.

�Okay�I guess I�m ready.�

�You guess?�

�No, I am ready.�

�Hey guys,� JC said aloud. Everyone looked at him. It was harder now that everyone was looking at him. �Um, I have something to tell you��

The four men in the room waited expectantly, their eyes still locked on JC. JC decided to just go for it. �I�m gay.�

They got up, exclaiming �I knew its� and �Good for yous.� One by one, they each hugged JC and gave him their support. When it was Lance�s turn, he smiled sweetly at JC, his eyes reflecting what JC thought was love and hope. JC smiled back, and as they hugged JC whispered, �I love you,� into Lance�s ear.

Lance crushed his body closer to JC�s and whispered back, �I know.� And before either of them knew it, they were kissing. Neither knew who moved first, and they didn�t care. There was only one thing that mattered now; each other.

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