| "Spirit" BBFC #1 |
| ����������� "Yea, so what is it?" Lance asked as he kicked a pebble toward the darkened pool. ����������� "It's a puddle, duh." Justin retorted as he turned back to the conversation he was having with Chris. ����������� "Well, yea, I know that much. What is it?" Lance persisted, a look of utter bewilderment covering his face. ����������� "He just told you it's a puddle." Joey smirked. ����������� "Ugh! I know it's a puddle! It's a puddle of what?" Lance screamed. ����������� "I don't know! How am I supposed to know?!" Chris yelled back. Lance shrugged. ����������� "I . . . I just . . . I just thought you might know." Chris winced at the soft reflections in his younger friend's voice and watched as his eyes glazed over with clear wet sparkles. ����������� "Don't cry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound so hateful. I didn't. I don't know what it's a puddle of. Do you know what's in the puddle?" Chris put his arm around Lance's shoulders. ����������� "No, I . . . I don't. . ." Lance whispered. ����������� "I do! I know what's in the puddle." J.C. shouted gleefully, happy to know something before everyone else. ����������� "So what's in the puddle, smarty?" Justin asked turning toward the Frenchman. ����������� "Guess." Josh smiled. "I won't tell you unless you guess." Joey groaned inwardly. ����������� "Water, oil, gas, blood. . . I could go on. You don't want me to go on, do you?" Justin laughed. Chris smirked and high-fived the platinum blonde. ���������� "It's spirit." Lance answered. Josh's grin faded. "It's melted spirit." ����������� "What do you mean spirit?" Chris smiled, trying to joke with Lance. Lance didn't even slightly twitch his passive lips. "Lance, what do you mean spirit?" Chris's grin dissolved as he questioned the dark blonde. ����������� "It's my spirit. We have lost it." Lance began to panic. He sank to his knees. "Help me pick it up." he swept at the bluish liquid and began to smear it over his bear arms and legs. "Help me!" ����������� "Lance. Lance, that's not your spirit. That's just some kool-aid, buddy." J.C. tried to soothe Lance's crumbled figure. ����������� "No! You must help me! It will drain away!" the green eyed blonde began to scoop frantically at the puddle again. Joey picked him up, but he wouldn?t stand. ����������� "Lance." Justin whispered. When he got no response, he tried a name he hadn't said in almost five years. "James. James, are you okay?" ����������� Lance stopped rubbing at the aqua and looked up into Justin's starry eyes. "Justin." he looked down to his smurf-colored limbs and tears cascaded down his pale cheeks. "I'm sorry. I'm okay." the nineteen-year-old helped the twenty-one-year-old to his feet. "Umm . . . yea, so what is it?" Lance repeated his question. ����������� "It's not important, buddy." Justin put his arm around Lance's shoulders. "It's just a puddle." they lead the Mississippian back to the hotel before he could be seen by any fans. |
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