Date: Wed, 27 Sep 2000 11:47:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: A F <abuffy00@yahoo.com>
Subject: n-the-mix-2

This story is a complete work of fiction and is not meant to imply anything
about the sexuality of Justin Timberlake or JC Chasez. Or for that matter
anyone else. Ok guys. Here's part two. And a big thank you to everyone who
sent me email. Keep it coming and let me know what you think of this
one. Part three's being edited as we speak :)

Send all comments, questions, concerns... whatever to abuffy00@yahoo.com

Ok. I think that about does it. Enjoy.. and email me :)


N-THE-MIX-2


J.C. looked up at his friend.

"Do you really want to know?" he asked angrily..

"Yes, shit man, I told you I did." He looked up deep into Justin's eyes.

"I'm gay."

With that, he turned and ran from the room, unable to control his emotions
any more. 'I can't believe I just did that.' He thought, once he was lying
back in his hotel room, cuddling with the pillow. Justin sat on his bed in
utter shock.

"Fuck." He muttered. J.C., his best friend was gay. The guy he wanted to be
with more than anything was within his grasp and he let him run out of the
room. 'I can't believe it.' He thought. 'All this time I thought he was
straight. I shouldn't have pushed him like that. I'm such an asshole.'
Justin sat there, tears falling loosely from his eyes. He sunk farther down
into his bed and cried. Close to seven, Justin woke up to darkness. His
mind flashed back to the scene earlier and he cringed with guilt. 'You have
to go talk to him' he said pushing aside the comforter and walking to the
door. He reached J.C.'s room and knocked twice, afraid of what might happen
between him and his longtime friend.

"What?" J.C. asked from the other side.

"Hey man, it's me. I want to talk to you."

"If I said I didn't feel like talking would you go down stairs and get the
room key?" J.C. asked bitterly climbing out of bed and heading for the
door.

"No, I have a copy back in my room."

A few seconds later, he heard the lock turn and the door opened revealing a
devilished looking J.C. He had a bad case of bed head and his eyes were
puffy from crying.

"What do you want man." Justin stood there for a second, debating on
weather to reach out and hug his friend or to turn away and walk back down
the hall.  Instead, he simply answered. "I want to apologize."

J.C. stood there for a minute or two and turned back into the poorly lit
room, not caring if Justin followed. 'No matter what he says nothing will
ever be the same.' He thought. He crawled back into bed and took his normal
position with the pillow.

"Don't you think you should turn the light on?" Justin asked from somewhere
behind him in the darkness.

"No."

"Ok" Justin was actually thankful for the darkness, that way J.C. couldn't
see his awkward movements. He stood there in silence for a few minutes
finally realizing that he had to be the first to talk. "Look," he began,
taking a seat at the bottom of the bed. "I'm sorry for the way I acted
earlier. It's just that you worry me when you're upset. I'm sorry I didn't
come after you but everything you said came as a total shock. It's not
everyday you find out that one of your best friends is gay... not that
that's a bad thing." He added quickly realizing he was losing ground on the
subject. J.C. just lay there, hoping Justin couldn't hear his quiet
sobs. After a few more minutes Justin continued. "I know I'm probably the
last person you want to see right now, so I'm gonna leave. But if you want
to talk you know where to find me." With that he turned around and walked
out of the room leaving J.C. to the darkness. When Justin was back in his
room, he sat back down on his rumbled bed lost in thought. 'Maybe I should
have said something. Should I tell him I'm the same way? Would that make it
easier for him or worse?' He clutched the pillow lying next to him tightly,
feeling tears stream down his eyes. 'If I could change it for him I
would. That's so hard to deal with and he thinks he's alone, but he's
not. Damn it, Justin go talk to him!'

J.C. sat in darkness, quietly regaining his composure. 'Are things going to
change now?' he thought, whiping his eyes with the back of his hand. 'Can I
ever look Justin in the eye again? How will he see me now? Am I going to be
considered a pervert? Will he watch my every move? Every time we touch
he'll freak out, thinking I'm trying to grope him. Or maybe.' He thought
hopefully, 'things will be the same.' 'How am I supposed to act?' Justin
thought. 'I know he likes guys and all, but does he like me? Could we ever
be together like that? Should I tell him? Would that open his mind to me?
Could he love me the way I love him? I sound like a soap opera...to be
continued.' he thought bitterly.