Date: Sun, 21 May 2000 12:46:19 EDT
From: Gemmini999@aol.com
Subject: Lance's Song 11 (boy bands)

Welcome back all to Lance's Song, Part 11!  I have a couple things to say,
and then, by all means, get reading!
First, thanks to Frank, Diva, and Scrouge. You all kick ass, but wait, you
know that, RIGHT?
Second, you know, the disclamer thingie. Not real. Might not be gay. Only
fiction. Under 18-- amscray!

now, without further ado, lance's song 11



    "Its strange, ya know?" Tyler started. Lance just looked at him. "My
entire life changed because of a carton of Chocolate Chip Ice Cream."
    "Really?" Lance asked, leaning forward, preparing to listen to the story.
    "Yeah, really." Tyler smiled. "I haven't thought about that night in a
long time, it's good to remember"
    "Yeah, it is." Lance commented.  Tyler took a deep breath.
    "It had been raining on and off for a couple of days, and I had been sick
of being cooped up inside my house, with my mom.  She'd been driving me
insane, like she always does, so when it had finally stopped raining, i was
anxious to get out of there.  No, more then anxious.  I was hell bent on
getting away from her, least I say something."
    "I know what you mean." lance said, comfortingly.
    "Yeah." Tyler got a far away look in his eyes.  His mom... he hadn't
thought about her in a while, and now, just thinking back to that day, he
smiled.  She had been there, helping him through it.  Only, he hadn't known
what she had been helping him through.  God, he owed so much to her.
    "Right after it stopped raining, I went out for a jog. I love jogging, it
clears my head, lets me think, gives me some time alone.  It... well, I guess
it relaxes me.  Yeah, it relaxes me.  That day... it hadn't really been
sunny..."

~Flashback~

    The sky was a little grey. Not overly grey, just enough to hint that
maybe the rain wasn't over.  Just enough to hint.  That made Tyler even more
anxious to get on with his run, to get it over with.  He felt so horrible
because he hadn't run in a while, two days at least, and normally he ran
twice a day.
    His feet pounded on the asphalt, making his entire body vibrate with the
force of his strides.  It felt so good to run away from his problems, if only
for a while.  The houses he passed all looked alike, track homes that he
never really liked.  They were built to close together for his tastes, and
they didn't have any personality. He'd much rather live in the small
apartment he and his mom had just moved out of. It at least had character.
    Tyler continued to run, mindful of what the sky looked like, just in
case.  He ran for what seemed like forever, getting lost in his thoughts,
like always.  Finally he began to notice how heavy his breathing was, how
tired he was.  How long had he been running for?  A quick glance at his watch
showed him he'd been running for over two hours.  Glancing around at the
surrounding streets, he noticed he didn't really have a clue as to where he
was.  The houses looked unfirmiliar, the streets were unknown, and he was in
trouble.
    He could always call a cab, call his mom, call somebody. But somehow that
didn't seem right. He had directed himself here for some reason, maybe it was
nothing, but somehow... With a quick grin Tyler spotted a Basken Robins.
Maybe everything would make since over a pint of his favorite ice cream,
chocolate chip.
    The walk to the ice cream store was short, by comparison, to his long
run. Tyler didn't really think of anything, his mind was focused on how the
ice cream would feel sliding down the back of his dry, parched throat.
    The cooler case was against the right hand side of the wall, Tyler
remembered this with startling clarity. He crossed the nearly empty room and
stood in front of the case, slowly opening it.  Then with a cry of disbelief,
a hand reached out from behind him and grabbed the last pint of Chocolate
Chip ice cream.  He stood there, disbelief spread accross his face.

~End Flashback~

    "That's how I met Rachel." Tyler explained, leaning back fully against
Lance.  Lance did nothing but nodd, running a hand absentmindedly through
Tyler's hair.  This unconsious display of affection touched Tyler deep down,
to a point in his heart that hadn't been touched in a long while.
    "She offered to split the ice cream pint with me, and I agreed. That was
the best decision I ever made." Tyler continued, getting a far away look in
his eye.  There was something about reminicing that made him smile, even if
the memories led to unhappy thoughts.
    "Do you want to continue?" Lance quietly asked, his voice making his
chest rumble.  Tyler didn't say anything for a moment, then he turned around
and kissed Lance squarely on the lips.  The kiss seemed to go on forever, but
in reality it was only a quick peck.  There was magical quality about lance
that made one second go on for an enternity. When Tyler pulled back, Lance
smiled slightly.
    "What was that for?" He questioned, softly. Those four words hit Tyler
straight in his heart.
    "Just cause." He replied, smiling. "Just cause your sitting there,
letting me tell you all about a day that i'd long since forgotten. Just cause
your laugh reminds me of before Matt, before I realized life isn't perfect.
Just cause your so sweet.  Just cause..." Tyler continued.  Then he smiled
and jumped up, rushing to his desk.
    With a look on his face Lance had never seen before, he opened up a blank
notepad and began to furiously jot down words, images that had hopped into
his head.  Lance started at him for a little while, amazed. This was how his
boy friend wrote, when ideas came he abandoned everything.  He had such a
passion for what he did...
    Then Lance glanced at the couch, longingly.  Tyler was going to be busy
for a while it seemed, and the couch did look awfully inviting.  With that in
mind, Lance layed down, intent upon only resting his eyes.  Within seconds he
was asleep, curled up like a baby.

    When Lance opened his eyes again, the sun was shining in through one of
the windows, directly onto the sleeping angel that was lying in his arms.
Lance blinked in surprise. When had Megan joined him on the couch, and when
had he fallen asleep?
    Tyler was slumped over on the desk, his hand gripped around a pencil that
looked like it had been used for much of the night.  With that though, the
previous night entered his mind. He remembered how Tyler had begun to tell
him his story, and how things had ended.  All in all, however, it had been a
great evening.
    There was a slight stiring in his arms, and with a smile, Lance watched
the little Megan wake up, slowly.  She groaned and rolled over, almost of the
couch, but Lance caught her just in time, just in time.
    She opened her eyes slowly, and seeing Lance, began to smile. Megan
didn't say anything though, she put a finger to her lips and made a shhh
sound. Then she pointed to Tyler. Lance grinned.
    "Shhhhh. Don't wake daddy up. He was up late." Megan whispered, causing
Lance to giggle a bit. Megan was such a sweet heart.
    "I wouldn't dream of it, honey. Your daddy needs his sleep." Lance
whispered back. Then he stood up and held out a hand for Megan. "What would
you say to the two of us going out for breakfest? We'll leave a note for your
daddy."
    "Will you brush your hair?" Megan asked, seriously.  Lance found himself
laughing.
    "Meggers, your precious. Of course I will. I might even get dressed too!"
Lance joked, smiling.  This was how he wanted to wake up for the rest of his
life.  He wanted to see Tyler sleeping because he had been up late, working
on a song. He wanted Megan to find comfort in his arms, he wanted... he
wanted this life.  More then anything at that moment, he wanted to live with
these two people forever.
    But he couldn't, shouldn't, think like that. He needed N Sync, N Sync
needed him... Megan wasn't even his daughter.  Oh sure, if he wanted to get
technical, she wasn't even Tyler's daughter, but in the space of three days
he had fallen in love with this odd family. He had fallen in love with Tyler,
with Megan.
    "Get dressed too!" Megan whispered, breaking Lance out of his trance.
    "Alright, your majesty." Lance replied, bowing.
    "You said I was a princess! Not a majesty!" Megan screeched, confused.
Lance started to laugh a bit, but soon found himself calmed down.
    "That's right, honey. Your a princess.  Why don't you go see if your care
bears are awake while I get dressed, huh?" Lance asked, stooping to her
level.  She nodded, carefully.
    "As long as you don't wake daddy.  That would be bbbbaaaaaaaaaaddddd."
Megan said, making Lance smile once again. She cared so much for her
father... maybe one day she would care that much for him.
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all, that's was it. chapter 11. mail me with comments at Gemmini999@aol.com!
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