Date: Fri, 21 Sep 2001 16:09:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Really Bigdreamer <reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: My JC Chapter 13

Disclaimer: Don't read this if you're underage, find
m/m stuff offensive, or this is illegal where you are.
Also, I do not know NSync, this story is complete
fiction and not meant to imply anything about anyone
mentioned.

Author's Note: Sorry that I didn't send in a story
Tuesday to post for Wednesday, but my internet was all
fucked up for a couple days.

Also: I'm getting tired of writing since I don't have
to time, energy, or patience to keep this up now that
college is back in full swing. If I hadn't written so
many chapters in advance during the summer I wouldn't
have got this far. So, I will take an extended break
from writing after Chapter 15 or 16. I'll return to
writing the story after I get that spark of creativity
again.

Feedback: reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com


Chapter 13:

"Mmm..." I moaned quietly as I woke up the next morning.
I rolled over to see Josh curled into a ball on the
other side of the bed, completely isolating himself. I
figured he was asleep but was proven wrong as he let
out a small whimper. He was crying. "Josh?" I asked.

"Yeah?" he gasped out between quiet sobs.

"What's wrong?" a valid question you may think, but I
knew it was stupid. I knew perfectly well what was
wrong with him. Chris had called him a `sissy fag'
before storming out of the restaurant where he came
out to his fellow NSyncers.

"I...I can't help b-but feel like..." he stammered for a
few seconds before finally spurting it out, "...I can't
help but feel like this is the end for NSync..." He
broke down again, sobbing uncontrollably. My heart
went out to him, I knew how bad he must have been
feeling, after all, I had told him that this was his
call, secretly hoping he'd come out to more than just
Justin. Now look what I had done, and I doubted that
Chris knew that Josh and I were dating.

I slid up close next to Josh and wrapped my arms
around him, trying to soothe him. I planted small kiss
on the back of his neck and noticed that he was
shivering. It wasn't cold in the room, but he was so I
figured that all the crying had gotten to him. I
pulled the blanket over the top of us as I snuggled in
closer to him.

"How long have you been crying?" I asked.

"All night," he sobbed some more.

"Well you can hush now, I'm here and...you know what?" I
asked playfully, hoping to cheer him up.

"What?"

"I think I'm falling in love you," I answered. He let
out a small laugh and I could feel his whole demeanor
change.

"I think it's true..." he said as he kissed one of my
hands. The feeling about the room was still quiet and
solemn, but it had lightened a bit since he had had
that giggle. After we had lied there for about twenty
minutes I noticed how regular his breathing had become
and figured he was sleeping.

I pulled myself from his unconscious grip and turned
the bedroom's phone ringer off as I made my way into
the kitchen. I grabbed an apple and turned on the TV,
keeping the volume low even though the bedroom door
was closed. I leaned over to pick up my water bottle
and winced in pain as I did so. I noticed that my left
wrist hurt terribly, but was sidetracked when the
phone began to ring. I quickly dove to the right side
of the couch and grabbed the nearby phone.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Um...hi Mike..." said the voice on the other end of the
line, after a few minutes he started to talk again.
"Um, this is Justin...Timberlake...of NSync...remember me?"

"Yeah..." I trailed off, not sure why there were so many
breaks while he was speaking.

"Is JC there because, uh, no one knows where he is..."
he gave a small laugh.

"Yeah, he's here, why?" I asked sarcastically as I
took a bite of my apple.

"Because I'm his best friend goddamn it, I was
worried," saying he was offended is an understatement.

"Sorry," I said halfheartedly.

"It's okay, listen, uh, we cancelled our rehearsal for
the Michael Jackson tribute today, so, uh, we could
work this out, can I talk to him?"

"No."

"No?"

"He's sleeping," I said bluntly, "he was up all night
crying, he's petrified that this is gonna break you
guys up you know."

"He was worried about that after Chris left, yeah..."
Justin trailed off. "Listen, can we meet for lunch? We
really need to talk about Josh, he seemed really upset
and I know him the best."

"There's this Chinese place down by pier 17, you won't
miss it it's the only Chinese place down there, meet
me there at noon," I said quickly as another shock of
pain streamed through my wrist.

"Alright," he said before we hung up.

Ugh, why did I have to choose a Chinese place? Were
among the thoughts as I walked in the door. Chinese is
the best food imaginable, I can never stop, and I
always pig out. Then I feel fat, probably look it too,
heh.

I spotted Justin and told the waitress who tried to
escort me elsewhere that I was with him. She smiled
and led me to the table, though I'm quite sure I could
find my way there without her.

"What do you want?" I asked bluntly as I sat down.

"I want to talk," he said sincerely, "you're dating my
best friend in the world, who was just crushed by one
of our closest friends and bandmates. Listen, we
cancelled all rehearsals for the Jackson tribute, we
aren't performing there anymore, we said there was
scheduling conflicts with VMA performance and we could
only do one."

"I'm doing the VMAs too," I said as the waitress
brought me the drink I had ordered, Diet Coke, I
thanked her and she left. The place was set up buffet
style, a big buffet since it was very busy so Justin
and I grabbed our food before starting the
conversation again.

"Listen," he began, "I'm worried, can I come to your
place and talk to him. Chris is sorry, but he's afraid
to call you, worried about what you may say to him.
You don't know JC like I do, I can help him, we both
can, in our own ways..."

"Alright," I agreed reluctantly. "But if he doesn't
want to talk to you then you are leaving, no
arguments."

"Agreed!" he smiled with his small victory. "What spot
are you doing in the VMAs?" he asked.

"Opening the show, big production number, the dancers
are rehearsing as we speak, I know the choreography
already, we'll stage our own rehearsals outside the
dress rehearsals starting tomorrow," I answered trying
to make small talk.

"I see," he said and I noticed he seemed uneasy about
something, "are you worried about winning the Emmy?"

I dropped my head with a sigh and continued eating as
if I hadn't heard that dreaded question...


I got lots of feedback from Chapters 10, 11, and 12,
keep it up, I like it a lot, RBD :)