A Homespun War
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People aren’t perfect beings. We think the wrong things, We do the wrong things, and more often then not we say the wrong things.
Moments of anger are times where these human faults seem to show their ugly heads. And then... the shit really hits the fan.
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“Well maybe you shouldn’t have gone out tonight Lance......” Justin screamed.
“I have to do something other then eat, breath, and sing, you Justin Timberlake! I have to have some fun! Some sort of life..” Lance yelled back from the other side of the coffee table.
“I needed you Lance! I can understand needing some alone time...” he was cut of by Lance.
“No you can’t Justin... little Mr. Perfect.... you can’t do anything wrong, can you Justin?”
“I make mistakes... and so do you Lance!” Justin cried.
“Yeah... and you’re just one of many...” Lance growled in response.
Silence.....
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Saying the wrong thing leads to steps 1, 2, and 3....
STEP 1: Regret
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Realization flashed across Lance’s face.
“Justin? Baby.... please I am so sorry... I didn’t mean that J....” he was desperate for some type of reaction. His boyfriend stood frozen. Lance slowly moved around the table to get to him.
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STEP 2: Pain/Sadness
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Justin shook his head; tears streaming from his blue eyes for the second times that night. THAT had stung horribly. One of Justin’s greatest fears was that somewhere down the line one of them would look back and wish ‘Justin and Lance the couple’ had never happened, Lance was using that fear to hurt him.... Low Blow....
Justin looked up at his boyfriend. He couldn’t have meant that... it just wasn’t possible. He looked Lance in the eyes, I don’t lie. But all he saw was emptiness. Alcohol induced no doubt. He slowly backed away from Lance’s forward movement.
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STEP 3: Renewed Anger/Bitterness
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“Fine James Lance Bass! If I’m such a horrible mistake then forget I ever existed, that WE ever existed! For all I care you can go fuck yourself!!!” Justin screamed. He turned, bolting from the room. The door slammed on the way out. The result is a defeated Lance, falling to his knees on the carpet, bawling his eyes out into his hands.
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Time lapse... time reserved for quiet contemplation, regret, and the remnants of anger to be depleted. Pain and sadness return in both parties. Both wishing to take back their words of anger. Both inwardly admitting to their own fault and immaturity. And finally male ego induced stubbornness.
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Continued time lapse....
36 hours of severed communication, avoidance, and stolen glances.
The tension is thick.
Enter 3rd, 4th, and 5th parties.
Time to play peacemaker....
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JC: You know he didn’t mean it Justin.
JT: I know... He just knows exactly what to say to hurt the most.
JC: But, he still loves you Curly.
JT: I’ve never doubted that Josh...
JC: So... talk to him... you guys care to much about each other to let this continue.
JT: You’re right...
JC: I know...
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Joe: Come on Lance... get out of bed.. You have GOT to fix this...
CK: Soon...
LB: I know.... I really fucked up though... you guys should’ve seen his face when I called it a
mistake... I’m such an asshole.
CK: Justy knows you didn’t mean it though....
Joe: He’ll forgive you Lance... but only if you stop avoiding him and talk....
LB: You think he’ll talk to me?
CK: Of course He would... stay here... we’ll go get him...
(Exit: Chris K. and Joey F.)
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(Enter: Chris and Joey)
CK: Lance wants to talk to you Justin...
JT: *sighs* Now or Never... thanks Josh... guys...
(Exit: Justin T.)
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*SIGHS in content satisfaction*
Home spun war a...
(Interrupted by an animalistic grunt and low voiced moan)
*Clears Throat*
Home spun war a feat encountered...
“Oh Justin... give it to me... Ohhhh Baby... I’m soooo sorry....”
*Author rolls eyes in annoyance, clears throat AGAIN and speaks over sex noises of JT and LB*
Home spun war a feat encountered by most couples at one point or another during a relationship..
“Ohhh Lance.. Ride it! Ride it! Ride it! Giddy up !!”
Oh for heaven’s sake!!!! Can you keep it down? I’m trying to tell a story here!
*Author screams over her shoulder*
“Sorry Sammy!” JT and LB chorus.
*Smiles at audience and straightens blouse.
Home spun war a feat encountered by most couples at one point or another during a relationship... but nothing a little contemplation, good friends, and a little make-up sex can’t correct.
*turns around*
Go ahead guys..... I’m GONE.....
*Author walks away hanging ‘do not disturb’ sign on door knob.*
“I really like her...” momentary silence.
“So do I .... can we finish now?”
“You really know how to kill a moment...”
“I know... now?” exasperated sigh.
“Fine... but I ain’t singing that stupid song again!”
“Cool by me... I love you JuJu...”
“Don’t call me that.....Poofu...”
“Don’t call me that either........”
“I love you too.....”
The End