Date: Thu, 19 Dec 2002 00:07:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Patrick Don't Ask <red_fox016@yahoo.com>
Subject: When will I cross the Line?

Disclaimer: No minors allowed. If you are a minor and your pushed trough
with the story, it's not my responsibility if you get exposed to anything
that isn't appropriate for your present age. People who get offended with
male/male relationships should leave this site right now; I wish to offend
no one. Please bear in mind that these reminders are for your own good. I
do not own any celebrities involved in this story nor do I know them
personally, I don't know their preference and I do not claim that I know
them. I don't own them and this story is fiction that means this story
isn't real and was just made up by the author. There are fictitious people
in this story, should a name match someone, it is purely coincidental and I
do no claim to know someone that I just made up to play characters in the
story. With everything made clear, those who are legal can proceed with the
story. Illegal persons please leave (if you haven't left yet a while ago).

Note: This story does not revolve on the subject of sex ALONE. I have an
experience of writing stories that featured sex as its plot but after some
time, I realized that I was just making crap. When I read about the BBSA
(Boy Band Story Awards), I decided to make a story that will be worth
reading. There would be female characters in the story but do not worry,
they will not have any sex scenes in these story and not even get to kiss
anyone in the story. This story will have sex scenes (don't worry) and I
will moderate the flow by not limiting my characters in the Nsync Boy -
Band only, I will also include other celebrities and fiction characters to
play the plot of the story. With everything made clear, we proceed with the
story.


Chapter 1

	The auditorium was filled with press people scrambling around for
seats and talking with the coordinators of the event. Cameras were being
set - up and arranged to get a better angle of the long presidential table
in front of the hall. Last minute checks were made. Some female reporters
were seen retouching their make - up while the males review the questions
that they will ask the group. This will be a big story. Mr. Bruce Madrigal,
a board member of Jive's Public Relations Committee, called most of them to
cover Nsync's press conference about their present situation. With Justin
and JC going solo, the group will probably break up.

	A door from the left side of the room opened. Everyone became
silent and went directly to their seats. Mr. Madrigal was the first one to
appear followed by three attendants, and then came Nsync and a woman in her
early twenties. As the group took their seats, Mr. Madrigal went directly
to the lecture stand.

	"Good Afternoon, today we are here because the group wants to
clarify certain issues that intrigues the public. But before that, let me
introduce you to the group's press coordinator, Ms. Donna Solivan."

            The woman seated with the band stood up. She was greeted with
loud applause. She bowed her head; just enough to show the press people
that she acknowledged their polite gesture. She is a woman with an
outstanding beauty. Perhaps if she didn't pursue her course, she will
likely end up as a fashion model. Donna is wearing a pink blouse that
flaunted her curves and a mild - brown skirt that was just enough to cover
her knee. Make - up is softly applied on her face that contrasted her
simply fixed brunette hair. The applause slowly dies down as she makes her
way to the lecture stand.

	"I have an appointment. As of the moment, she will replace
me. Anyway, she knows the group better than I do." Mr. Madrigal
smiled. Some of the press people laughed and once again applause filled the
air - conditioned room. He bowed and left through the same door he came
from. Donna was already standing in front of the audience.

	"Good Afternoon. As he was saying, we are here to clarify things
with you so that we can prevent damaging rumors that may develop from these
controversial issues." She paused and turned a paper from the folder she
was holding. "I am a straight-forward person and a very frank person. You
don't have to worry about a long lecture or whatsoever. I'll go straight to
the point then afterwards you can ask you questions to the group." She
coughed.

	"First of all, the group doesn't have any problem with each
other. It doesn't mean that with Justin and JC going solo, they are having
problems within the group. Second, rumors coming out that the group will
disband are not true. Though we have some problems because of the two said
members' promotion of their solo albums, we decided to lay-low as of the
moment. And Finally, the last but not the least, the group will have a
major concert here in Florida by next year which will be some sort of a
"farewell"," She emphasized an apostrophe gesture with her fingers,
"concert until Nsync has made a new album." She smiled. "That's all folks,
now the floor is open for questions."

"Justin, after your break-up with Brittney Spears, are you still open to
relationships? Or would you rather concentrate on the promotion of your
solo album."

"I am still open. I know that some relationships can never be. Which was
like my former relationship with Brittney."

"Were you able to find the person that will replace her?"

"Yes, I have." Justin said while discreetly looking at JC, who was eating a
club sandwich. Lance noticed this and felt broken - hearted.

"For Mr. Lance Bass, since you are the one who always talk with the
management, who are the possible celebrities that your group will guest in
your upcoming concert?" Lance was silent and looked still at the table. He
didn't hear the question. He was thinking about what he saw in Justin's
eyes when he looked at JC. He fought back his tears and trying to stay calm
as possible.

"Mr. Lance Bass? Are you alright?" The reporter said, looking concerned.

	Lance got back to the real world and slowly looked at the reporter.

	"Umm, Yeah, I'm fine. Can you repeat your question?"

	The reporter did as she was told.

	"Yes. The management is trying to get celebrities to guest in our
concert. But as of now, there is only one person who they really are sure
that will guest in our concert, and that is Aaron Carter."

	"For Mr. Chris Kirkpatrick . . . . ." Lance quickly looked at
Justin and thought of the emotions that he always felt since the first time
he met Justin. He always wants to confide this with Justin, especially
during the time when they learned he was gay. But Justin's attention is
always centered to JC and he can't find a right time to tell him that he
love him, that he want him and that. . he need him. He looked back at the
table thinking that his time is running short. With the things that are
currently happening, the group will likely disband, unlike what Donna had
said. If that happens, he will no longer have the chance to tell Justin
what he really felt about him. He can't help it and a single teardrop
escaped his right eye and traveled down his smooth cheeks, hoping that
Justin loved him instead of JC.

	Joey, being one of the most sensible in the group, noticed Lance
and knew that his suspicions were right. Lance is indeed in love with
Justin. He saw Lance's tear trail down to his chin. Hoping that the media
wouldn't notice this, after JC answered the last question, he looked at
Donna prompting, "that would be all". Donna sensed this and told the crowd
that the group needs rest and told them that the press conference has just
ended.

       The press people started to leave. The group stood up and went
straight to the door that is situated in the left corner of the hall.

        Since JC, Justin and Chris were talking about something they didn't
notice Lance. Joey catches up with him and handed him a handkerchief.

	"So it is true." Joey said, "You are in love with Justin."

	Lance reluctantly accepted it and wiped his tear. He looked at him
and nodded.

	"I should have known it earlier. I could have helped you court
Justin."

	"You would?"

	"Yes, I would. And I will. For as long as the group exists, there's
hope."

	Lance smiled. "Thanks Joey"

	"Anything for you, Lance. Anything for my baby brother."

	"Since when did I become your baby brother?"

	"Since the first time, the group was coined up."

	Lance smirks. "So that makes you what? My big brother?"

	"Why don't you want me to be?"

	"Lance likes." Lance said and smiled at Joey. Joey fussed his hair
and placed his arm on Lance's shoulder.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

	When Lance arrived to his house that night, no one was around. He
walked to the stairs to the bedrooms, stripping until he only had his
boxers on. The blonde complained about the weather being to hot for an
evening. Lance started to sweat, making his recently developed chiseled
chest and washboard abs glisten in the pale yellow light.

	He went directly to his room and automatically turned on the TV. As
he walked towards his study table, he came across a body-size mirror. His
lips formed a satisfied smile. He loved looking at his well-cut body. From
his biceps to is abs, Lance can really say that he worked hard at the
gym. Not to mention his legs and buttocks.

	Then it started to rain.

	"Just about time" Lance said as he picked up a pocketbook from his
table. He browsed through the pages and leaped to his bed.

	Five . . . Ten . . . Twenty minutes passed and he looked so
engrossed with what he was reading when the doorbell rang.

	He placed the book near his lampshade and checked the door.

	"Who is it?'

	"It's Justin." Lance's eyes widened.


TBC . . .

There are no sex scenes in this part of the story. Expect it on the next
installation of this story. Comments and suggestions are welcome. Email me:
red_fox016@yahoo.com

Should there be only a few who will reply, the author then will have to
think about releasing the next installation. This is not because I want to
be popular or what, I just want to know if there are people who are indeed
reading my work. If there are only a few readers, what's the use of
continuing the story? Thank you to all the readers. Hope you will mail me
about your comments.