Date: Sun, 24 Mar 2002 05:35:07 -0700
From: Ross Noskiye <ronoskiye@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dear Diary Part 1

Disclaimer: If you are under 18 or not of legal age in your country, please
do not read on. If you can't deal with homosexuals or their acts, please do
not read on. This story and its chapters involve acts of homosexual
relationships and their perks. If you find this material offensive in
anyway, please move on.

Everything in this story is purely FICTIONAL. I do not know the sexual
preferences of any of the members of N Sync or if any other celebrities
should arise at any point of the story, but can only hope *hehehe*. I also
would like to mention that I do not personally know any of the members'
family, friends, or staff of N Sync but once again, I can only hope.

From the Writer: Hey people. This is my 1st story I've ever written like
this, and naturally, it has to be about my favorite group N Sync. I called
it dear diary because its something I like to do, and a lot of the critical
thoughts and feelings will be shared in this fashion. So that is where the
title originates. I hope you guys enjoy reading it, because I enjoyed
writing it.  The purple thing really made me laugh, but you'll see what I
mean. A lot of these little incidents come from my warped sense of humor
and believe me, they'll get better. So read on and let me know what you
think. You can email your opinions and suggestions to me at
ronoskiye@hotmail.com. Cheers.

Dear Diary
By Wassy

Beginning of Celebrity Tour in the Warwick Hotel, Denver

The boys walked into the hotel with looks of exhaustion. The flight from
Orlando was to long and too uncomfortable, and it showed. They boys
collected their key cards and after the front desk clerk performed her
monotonous act of locations and directions of the boys' rooms, they slowly
made there way to the elevators.

"This is a nice hotel, really luxurious." Justin sad attempt at getting the
boys attention was denied by all except one.

"That why its called a luxury hotel Justin" Lance was was amused at Justins
lack of attentiveness as he watched him trace his finger along the button
panel of the elevator.

"Are you ever not sarcastic? You could be so cynical sometimes." Justin
harrumphed.

"Oh please, do you even know what those words mean? Sarcastic? Cynical? How
about pessimistic? Do you know what that means?

"Would you two please stop? We've only been here 5 minutes. Wait til we get
to the rooms so I don't have to hear your criticisms and disparagements."
JC added trying to outdo the two bickering boys. Lance and Justin blankly
looked at JC who was grinning.

They walked to the far end of the hallway and waited for someone to make
the first move in opening the door. They all looked at one another until
Joey decided he would bite, and open the door. As the lights were turned
on, 'oooh's and aaah's were unenthusiastically uttered.

"You know, after the first dozen hotels, they lose their charm."

"Chris, it has no people, and it has beds, that's all the charm it needs."
JC irritable answered.

They all headed to their own bedrooms. Joey and Chris decided to share a
room since only 4 were available in each suite. Justin and Lance headed
toward the same direction but into separate doorways, and JC just walked to
whatever room was left.

"SHIT" thought Justin, as he was sorting out through his luggage. He seemed
to have misplaced his journal that he swore put in with his clothes. "I
swear I put it in here." He mumbled. Lance heard his ramblings from the
lounging area that connected all the boys' hotel rooms, so he flipped off
the TV that he just turned on and quietly walked to Justin's door.

"What are you shitting about?" inquired Lance as he peered into Justin's
room. It didn't really phase him that he just used the 'S' word but was
more interested in what would get Justin's boxers in a bunch.

"I lost my journal, I thought had put it in with my clothes, but it's not
in there. I can't remember where I put it." He sorted through his suitcase
for the 3rd time whilst thinking of the consequences of losing it. "Shit, I
bet I left it on the plane" he grumbled.

Lance just stood at the door with a grin on his face. "I have it. You
dropped it on the floor when you were sleeping so I grabbed it and put it
in my carry-on."

Justin popped up from his leaning position and looked at Lance. He smiled a
large toothy smile but it faded as quickly as it appeared. "You didn't read
it, did you?"  he asked.

Lance looked at him and noticed his quick change in behavior. "Why would I
read it? I suppose I should have though, I bet there are some pretty juicy
stuff in there about me."  Lance mused. Just as he finished his last
sentence, he once again observed Justin's manner change from worry to
irritate. "No I didn't read it, I just slipped it into my bag, calm down
while I get it."

Justin could finally relax. During the drive back, he was worried. Worried
that maybe someone found his most cherished possession and read it, or
worse, found it and is selling it page by page or maybe even worse, have it
posted on Ebay. His thoughts raced on and became more foolish as he thought
the worst.

"Here, I found it in the bathroom, someone must of thought it would make
some interesting reading material" Just as Lance walked into Justin's room,
he found the boy in a state of silence staring at nothing in a
daze. "Justin? Curly? Yoo-Hoo?" Lance giggled to himself and placed the
spine of the book into his mouth as began to shake Justin furiously. Justin
blinked and looked into Lance's eyes, then to his mouth. "I said 'here'".

"Gross, your drooling on it!" He quickly snatched the book and began wiping
it with his t- shirt. "Oh I missed you, did you miss me? Awww everything is
alright now" he said as he rocked side to side with the book pressed
against his cheek.

Lance was glad that Justin was back to his playfulness that he was
accustomed to. He didn't like to see his friends uncomfortable or with such
worrisome attitudes. But as he was thinking this, he was also thinking how
sad Justin was for displaying such love for a book.  "Oh please". He rolled
his eyes and playfully nudged Justin and returned to the lounging area.

Justin was glad that he got his 'baby' back. He began thumbing through the
book as he walked backwards to his bed. Just as he sat down, his mind went
back to what Lance said, "juicy stuff about me?" He shrugged it off and
began writing about the day's events.

As Lance sat down and returned to watch TV, his mind also began to replay
what just happened, but was more intent on recalling how Justin's emotions
quickly changed. He noticed lately that he was more sullen and quiet since
the break in Orlando over a week ago. His mind began to stir as he began
wondering just what happened during the break.

"...and its not getting any easier. I know I shouldn't let my feelings
control me, but that was an awesome two weeks. I've never laughed or
enjoyed myself in such a long time. I'm glad I decided to vacation with
Lance. I..." Just as he was about to begin a new sentence, he heard a loud
slam come from the living room.

"Look! Look what he did, how am I supposed to go on stage looking like
this!  I'm purple!"  JC was obviously very pissed, and very purple. Lance
couldn't help but gawk and break into hysterics as his comrade stood waving
his arms around.  "Where is he?  I'm going to permanently lodge my boot in
his ass!"

"Who is this 'he' that you're talking about?" Justin said just as he was
walking out of his room. He then saw JC blubbering in front of the large
mirror that hung on the mortified mans door, "Holy fu...." He covered his
mouth just before the last word and tried to suppress his
laughter. "Barney?".

With that said, laughing came from the Joeys and Chris's shared room "Did
he say barney?" Fits of laughter were now coming from the entire
group. "Quick, lock the door!". It was obviously Joey who was the one
locking the door; the sound of his laughing was more audible as his face
pressed against the rear of the door to hold himself up from lack of air.

"Chris! I know it was you, I'm gonna get you. You better know how to fix
this...I'm purple!"  The vein that used to turn red and throb was now
purple and throbbing. From the looks of him, his entire body was
purple. Lance was the first to catch his breath and poke his head up from
behind the couch.

"Oh c'mon, it doesn't look that bad, we could each where teletubbies suits
and you could just go like that." He snickered but quickly stopped as JC
shot a look at Lance that was between anger and hurt.

Joey and Chris yelled in unison "TELETUBBIES!" and laughed harder.

"I'm willing to do it if you are Lance, but I want be the blue one." Justin
added trying to lighten the mood.

"I don't think there is a blue one Justin. I think the closest purple and
that is obviously called for."

"We're not going as fricken teletubbies ok? Chris! Get out here!" JC was
trying to keep his cool after nearly breaking down in front of Justin and
Lance. He knew he had to gain control here or stay purple, which was not
going to happen.

"Is it safe? Your not going to lodge your boot in my ass?" Chris jokingly
asked.

"If you can fix this, I won't, I swear, just unpurple me." JC said talking
into the door.

Joey was the first one to walk out of the room, he was obviously sent on
reconnaissance since after a quick look out and around the door, peered
back into the room and giving Chris a nod. "It was just a goof man, it'll
come out."

Chris came out holding a plastic tube "Yeah, you know I wouldn't do
something like that to you permanently, I have to be seen with you day in
and day out" through in as he passed the tube to JC. "Use this with a loofa
and it'll come right out."

"It better, and if doesn't, I'd become very aware of my back tonight" he
snapped. He took the tube and quickly walked back to the bathroom and
showered again.

As Joey and Chris went back into their room, laughing about the little
episode, Justin went and sat next to Lance and tried to start a
conversation. "That was pretty funny, you think?"  It was a sad attempt at
some convo, but he couldn't think of anything else to say. "Lance?  Are we
receiving?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah it was." He fiddled with the remote until it fell out of his
hands. "Sorry, I was just thinking. S'up Justin?" he leaned over to look
for the remote and Justin couldn't help but look at his back where he could
see the top of Lance's boxers.

"Nothing really, I was just writing in my journal til' I was rudely
interrupted." He emphasized the word 'rudely' that caused Joey and Chris to
look at him from the bedroom, but quickly went back to talking.

"You sure like that little book don't you, how long have you been writing
in it? I've never known you to do something like that." Lance questioned.

"I bought it a few days after our break. I was told it was good way of
sorting through your thoughts and also therapeutic." Justin was beginning
to twiddle his thumbs.

"Therapeutic?" That word caught Lances attention. "Why would you need
therapy?"

"Therapy? Who said I need therapy?" Justin snapped.

"Well where do you think the word therapeutic comes from Justin?
Thera-peutic? I think the word is kinda obvious, you think?"

"Oh, I guess it is, but yeah, I've had a lot on my mind lately, and writing
all my thoughts help me."

"Well why would you need a book to help you when we're right here. You know
we are always here to talk. Not JC though, not right now, I think he's
dealing with his problems right now." Lance mused.

"Why? Whats wrong with JC?"

Lance began to giggle, "Hello? He's purple!" saying that caused them both
to laugh.

"Oh yeah, but seriously though, this is something I need to think about
myself."

"Well I've learned from experience that you shouldn't hold anything in to
long. One day you'll explode, and it won't be pretty sight."

"Yeah, I've seen that happen to you before, how are things with you and
Shaun anyway?"  Justin was referring to the sound

"Well just remember that I'm right next door or 4 doors down, if you need
want to chat, don't hesitate to come to me."

"Cool, I guess I just needed to hear that, but I'm going to bed, tomorrow
is a long day. I'll see you in the morning." Justin lifted himself from the
couch and headed towards his door.  "Goodnight Lance." He shut the door.

Lance watched the door as it shut. He began to think to himself, "Weird, he
comes to me and doesn't even talk, or I don't talk either. I had the
perfect moment...I'm going to bed."  He picked himself up from the couch
and walked to his room. There he lay down and began writing in his own
journal, "Dear Diary, ..."

To Be Continued...

SO yeah, that's how it goes. Remember, email me and let me know how you
likes it, I know its vague now, but I didn't want it to be another story
where everyone is liking another or someone is pining after someone else
and its all one way. LOL yeah. Anyways, my email is ronoskiye@hotmail.com.
Let me knows how you likes it!