Date: Wed, 18 Oct 2000 16:14:22 EDT
From: Derik Blake <derikab@hotmail.com>
Subject: *Nsync with my Premonitions--Part 8

September 29, 2000
Derikab@hotmail.com
*Nsync with my Premonitions-Meant to Be: Two of Three?

Like everyone else is saying, this story isn't real.  If it was, do you
really think I would be writing this story instead of trying my best to live
it???  Anyway, if you're too young, hit the back button now.  If you don't
like gay stuff, why are you at Nifty?

My brother and I are making a webpage for this story.  Once the page is
complete, it will have stories, my bio and some pictures of me, my friends
and some of *Nsync, of course.  Anyway, take a look from time to time to see
the progress.  Derikab.cjb.net.  Also, I will be posting the next chapter on
my website earlier than here, so if you want to know when it will be out,
email and let me know what you think so far.

I am writing chapter 15 now and I have figured that there will be a total of
18.  So there is still more to come, you just need to let me hear from you,
please.  If you are reading this and you do like the story, I can tell you
that it is only going to get better.  Some major twist and turns are coming
up.  Let me hear from you.  If you don't like the story, let me hear from
you.  I'm going to finish the story regardless, but it would be better if I
got some emails telling me how the story is.  C'mon.  It doesn't take but a
minute to do that.  Anyway, enjoy this chapter.

I do want to thank the people who have been giving me feedback.  I love it
all and thank you for your support.

A story you HAVE to read if you haven't already is "Lance in Shining
Armour".  Warning: you will need tissue at the end.  My tears were flowing.
Write the author and let him know how he did.  I thought it was
fantastic!!!!!

PS.  Thanks to Angela, (Hey, Fozziebaby) for the great emails.  I love
talking to you.  I hope to keep it up for a long time.  See ya.

P.S.S.  Also, I have had the help from Fozziebaby and MusiToni to help me go
back and name the chapters.  They are:
Chapter 1) Connoisseur of Dreams
Chapter 2) The Concert
Chapter 3) Rude Awakenings
Chapter 4) Taped Messages
Chapter 5) I'll Be
Chapter 6) Fallen Confessions
Chapter 7) Christmas Vacation

If you read all this, thank you, if you skipped it to get to the story, I
can't say I blame you much.

Now, on to chapter 8.  Meant to Be: Two of Three?


We woke up around 11:00 the next morning, just as we fell asleep.  In each
other's arms.  We both had a great sleep and now we were hungry.  We got up
and got our showers and went in search for food.  On the way into town, JC
spotted a fortuneteller sign.  It read, "Madam Zuvik.  Knows all" and the
directions to the Madam's place of business.  JC thought it would be fun to
see what she was about.

"C'mon, JC, you know she's a fake.  All of them are."

"How do you know?" he asked.

"Because if you think about it, I can already predict the future.  I have a
natural gift.  These people are trying to bullshit you out of your money."

"So?  We have nothing better to do."

"No, JC.  I don't want to.  It's no big thing to me.  I do this all the
time.  I don't want some crazy lady telling my future and me pay for what I
already know.  I am just not interested."

"Fine!!!" JC said, turning to look out the window.  I think that he was
pouting, but it didn't show.

We went and did our shopping for the week and spent the rest of our vacation
in the cabin or on the beach.  We even visited our special place a few more
times to actually watch the sunset and to watch the stars after.  He loved
pointing out his sign and tried to find mine, but failed.  He really didn't
know what it looked like, so it was quite difficult.

After many, many subtle hints throughout our week, JC finally talked me into
going to Madam Zuvik.  When I told him that I would, his face lit up like a
Christmas tree.  He was excited, I wasn't.  I can just see her looking into
a fake crystal ball or messing with some stupid cards.  That doesn't work.
If you were meant to look into the future, it would come in the forms of
premonitions.  It is not going to come from a polished ball of glass.

When we finally arrived, we noticed that she worked out of her home.  There
was a small sign over one of the outside doors stating the Madam's name.  We
went in and took a seat.  There were two other people waiting or they were
waiting for someone.  JC was like a kid in a candy store and I was the
parent telling him to calm down.  After about 25 minutes, I was starting to
get impatient and leave.  JC talked me into staying for a little while
longer so I just sat there staring at the walls.

JC kept saying he was wondering what she was going to tell him.  He was
hoping it would be good.  I assured him that it would be because if she
tells you your gonna die, you aren't going to be thinking about giving her
money.  He just hit my shoulder and told me to lighten up.  As he did, a
woman walked out from behind the curtain and the other two people in the
waiting room stood and left with her.  We just continued to sit there and
wait for the 'Good Madam" to come and retrieve us.

"Next," and old voice of a lady yelled through the curtain.

JC stood up and started walking in.  "Before we go in, put my hat on and use
my sunglasses.  If she is for real, she won't need to see your face to tell
who you are."

JC just sighed and gave in.  I guess he thought I wouldn't follow him if he
said no.  Once he got the disguise in place, we both walked through the
curtain.  On the other side was a dark room with two big round candles on a
table.

"Close da curta."  It was the same old voice with a very thick accent.  I
reached back and pulled the sides together and the room became darker.  JC
reached back and was looking for my hand.  I stopped his waving by grabbing
it and held it behind his back.

"Come closer, me child," she said as she waved her hand for us to approach
her.

When we were finally able to get a clear look at her, she looked like she
was ready for Halloween.  She had on a cap made of feathers, beads and
sticks.  She had two small voodoo dolls for earrings.  She wore a lot of
black beaded necklaces and an orange and brown sundress that was torn at her
feet.  She looked to be about 80 years old.

When we got to the table, she motioned for us to have a seat.  We took our
seats and looked at the old woman.  She stared at us both, then reached down
to the table and got a pair of glasses and placed them on the end of her
nose.  After adjusting her eyes to the glasses, she looked at us and smiled.

"Dairs no need to be frade of me.  I not goin ta hut yous.  I here to help."

I almost had a hard time understanding her dialect.  Her accent was a deep
Jamaican.  I guess you would call it an old Jamaican accent.  It was
beautiful.

"Tings going to be jus ire.  Don't you worry none."

"Can you tell us why were here?" JC asked.

"Yous want to know who yous was and who yous are.  Madam Zurvik can help.
Firt, I need a piece of you.  Cloth wout be betta.  Yous got anyting?"

JC reached in his back pocket and pulled out a handkerchief.  He handed it
to her and she announced that it was perfect.  She opened the cloth and laid
it flat in front of her then ran her hands over it to remove the wrinkles.

"You bot need to tuch dis cloth on diffent coners."

JC and I reached up and each put a hand on the corners closest to us.  She
reached to her lap and picked up a small velvet bag.  She shook it and
opened the bag and poured the contents on the handkerchief on the table.
Small colored rocks came out of the bag.  All different shapes and sizes.
As she moved them apart, she began to smile.

"You bot in love.  I can see dat.  You bot love each uther much.  And you,"
she said pointing to JC, "I knows who yous is.  Yous one of dem singin boys
from da states.  I knows yous."

JC and I looked at each other.  He was smiling and I was beginning to
believe that she was for real.

"What yous want to ask me, child?" she said to JC.

"We have this strong connection that neither one of us can explain."  She
began to shake her head 'yes'.  "What is this connection?" JC asked.

Bending over the table, she moved a couple of the rocks and said that our
souls have been together for a long time.  She continued to study the rocks
and JC asked how long.

"I see here dat yous two have been togetur for around tree hundred yeas.  In
every life since yous met, yous been lovers."  She continued to look and
move some of the rocks around, then looked up and said, "In ever life, one
of yous died a bad death, and de uther didn't waid for death.  He kill
imself.  Ever life since, you'ves been togetur.  Yous two is soul mates, but
dars a part of yous soul missin.  A terd person is needed to complete the
circle.  Only den, will yous be one again."

JC and I looked at other and realized that she was real and she was true,
but we didn't understand the third person concept.  I have never heard of
three people making up soul mates.  We looked back at her and she was
picking up the rocks and placing them back in the bag.  JC and I just sat
there with our hands still on the handkerchief and she shook the bag again
and began to pour them out.

As she was moving them around, she was shaking her head 'no'.

"What?" JC asked.

"I don't see good tings.  Bad tings are a comin."  She continued to move the
rocks and then she reached for a small black rock and turned it over.

"Obeah, obeah!!!" she cried, standing with a cane and turning away from the
rocks.

"What?" we both asked in unison.

"What does oh-bea mean?" JC asked.

"Obeah...bad spirit."

"What do you mean, 'bad spirit'?  What do you see?" I asked.

"Death a comin for one.  Dairs a assident and one of yous die."

"That isn't going to happen.  I am not going to let it.  JC won't die on
that bus," I demanded.

"No JC who die," she said, turning around to face us again.  Raising her
arm, she pointed one lone finger at me.  "Tis yous.  Yous get in assident
and be hurt.  Yous rushed to medicine bulding.  Yous die dere.  An yous,"
she said to JC, "yous kill yousself coz he leve yous and yous have too much
guilt inside.  Yous in much pain yous can't stand, so yous kill yousself."

At that moment, half of me wanted to jump up and start calling her a liar
and a fake and the other half of me was scared to death.  I reach over to
grab JC's hand and he met me halfway looking for the same thing.  We
listened as she repeated herself and we looked at the floor with our hands
connected.  I looked over to JC and he was crying.  I wanted to comfort him,
but was afraid to move my hand from the cloth.

"Look at me," she said to us both.  We slowly raised our heads to look in
her eyes.  She reached to her left ear and pulled out her earring and handed
it to JC.

"Keep it in saf place.  When hes goes to medicine bulding, hold it close as
possble to yous heart.  If you do dis, you will save hims life.  Your souls
will be connected as theys aways are.  If yous feed hims your strenth, hims
will live.  If yous don't, hims will die and yous will kill yousself to be
back wit hims."

JC reached up and grabbed the doll and held it in his hands for fear of
putting it down and forgetting it.  She turned back to face the dark wall
and said, "Gos now.  Me need to be alone.  But remember, if yous believe,
tings goin to be ire.  If not, evil will take you bot."

JC and I slowly got up and started to leave when the old lady spoke again.

"One lass ting, me children."  JC and I both turned our heads to look once
again.  "Member what I speak dis day.  And member dese words, 'Je t'adore,
Mio amore'.  One of yous will member.  'Je t'adore, Mio amore,'" she said
again as we were leaving.

When we got back in the sun, JC looked at me and asked what Je t'adore, Mio
amore meant.

"Beats me.  I think it's Italian but I'm not positive."

On the way back to the cabin, we both just sat in silence.  No music was
playing, no window was cracked.  Just silence.  I was thinking about what
the old lady said.  I have never had a premonition about myself before.  I
didn't know what to do.

Tomorrow, we were leaving on a late evening flight back home.  I didn't want
our last day here to be depressing, so when we got home, JC laid on the bed
and I went to the bathroom.  When I came out, I was naked.

"I'm not in the mood," JC said to me.

"Neither am I," I told him.

"Then why are you naked?"

"Because, I am going for a swim.  You coming?"

"You are going to go skinny dipping in the middle of the afternoon?" he
asked surprised.

"Yeah, you have a problem with it?"

"What if someone sees us?"

"Well, I think it was someone close to me who said, 'So What?'  Was that you
or am I mistaken?" I was smiling by now and he finally got the hint.

"Gimme a second."

He stood up and began stripping and within the minute we were out the door
'au natural'.  I was still worried that someone might spot us, but if it
took his mind off of what was just told to us, I was willing to take that
chance.  Luckily, there wasn't anyone around.

After horsing around for an hour or so, we were getting tired, but instead
of getting out, we decided to lay on the beach with our lower half under the
water.  At one point, two girls did walk by.  We didn't notice them until
the last minute, which gave them a pretty good view of our 'belongings' in
the crystal water.  When we sat up, they quickly turned their heads as to
tell us they didn't see anything.  We knew better.  JC looked at me and he
busted out laughing.  I followed his lead and we both ended up in hysterics.

Through his laughter, he said, "We better go get dressed."

"Why?" I asked still laughing myself.

Getting his composure a little, he explained, "Well, if they did recognize
me, in about 10 minutes we are going to be surrounded by people who do like
*Nsync and that would be pretty embarrassing for us if we were still naked."

Thinking about what he said, I started getting an image of what we would
look like if that did happen.  I started laughing harder and ran for the
cabin.  JC followed and caught me.  Holding me back, he raced up the steps
and shouted, "I win!!!"

"And I guess that means I lost?" I asked breathing harder.

"Yup," he said smiling, "and you have to do anything I say."

Walking up the stairs, I began to smile and passed him on the way in by
telling him, "This could be fun."

Following me in, he clapped his hands together and said, "Oh, it will be."

Once he cleared the door, he closed it.

We ended up making love twice after our swim and ended the afternoon in the
jacuzzi.  We were just relaxing when JC's stomach growled.  I lifted my head
and just stared at him.

"Sorry," he said with a smile of an embarrassed little boy and shrugged his
shoulders to add to the boy effect.

"Damn, you still hungry?"

"Yeah, you may be nutritious, but your not too filling," he said then
started laughing.

I laughed too.  We got out of the water and dried and dressed in light
clothes and opened the door to let the cool night air in.  I went to the
small kitchen and made us two sandwiches.  JC said he would be back in a
minute and ran out the door with the car keys.  Before I could run after him
to ask where he was going, he was pulling away.

About ten minutes later, he returned with a brown bag in his left hand.

"Where'd you go so fast?"

"I went to that small market down the street.  We were out of wine and I
wanted some when we sat outside tonight.  Where's my sandwich?"

"I ate it.  I got bored, I guess.  Take a blanket and go out in front of the
cabin tonight.  I'll make you a sandwich and be out in a minute.  Before I
do, I will turn out the lights so it will be dark enough for us."

He agreed and kissed me before retrieving a blanket and going outside.  I
went back to the kitchen and made him a sandwich and brought out two wine
glasses and a bottle opener.  When I got outside, JC was just drinking
straight from the bottle.

"How'd you get it opened without this?" I asked showing him the opener.

"I screwed it off.  They didn't have any corked wine and I didn't want to go
any farther, so I decided to settle for this.  I'm not too picky."

"Yeah, right!!!" I said looking at him.

"About wine, I mean."

"Oh, OK," I said sarcastically.  "Here's your sandwich.  Let me get
comfortable and I'll let you lean on me tonight."

I put the glasses on the porch and sat down on the blanket.  He had placed
it so that we could lean back on the steps to look up at the stars.  When I
was settled, JC crawled up between my legs and sat down with his back to my
chest.  I wrapped my arms around him as he ate his sandwich.  It was great
holding him like that.  I knew he felt secure, as I had when he held me.  I
wanted him to know that feeling.

As he was eating, I started thinking about what the old lady said toward the
end.  Je t'adore, Mio amore.  This sounded so familiar, but I couldn't
remember why.  I repeated it to myself many times in my head until it came
to me.

"Je t'adore, Mio amore!!" I said out loud.

"Huh?" JC asked through a mouthful of food.

"Je t'adore, Mio amore.  I know what it means."

Swallowing, he asked, "You know what it means?"

"Yeah.  The old lady said that one of us would remember.  Does it sound
familiar to you at all?"

"No.  What does it mean?"

"Je t'adore, Mio amore means 'I love you, my love'.  We must have said it to
each other in the past.  That's why it sounds familiar.  Je t'adore, Mio
amore.  I love you, my love."

JC repeated it and smiled.  "Has a nice ring to it."

I just hugged him close and kissed the back of his head as he finished the
last bite of his sandwich.  When he was done, I laid back on the steps and
he laid on my chest.  We laid and talked for a long time.  JC would point
out the constellations and would give me the background on each of them.  He
loved astronomy.  He once told me that if he didn't go into show business,
he wanted to be an astronomer.  He would have loved to study the stars.
When he was younger, his mom and dad gave him a simple necklace with a black
band and the lion, his sign.  He loved it so much, that he doesn't take it
off for anything.  He told me that it was the best gift they could have
given him.

The cool night air and the sound of the ocean put us both to sleep.  JC was
still laying on my chest when I opened my eyes to still see that it was
dark.

"JC?" I called while rubbing his arms.

He started moving his head back and forth.

"JC?" I called again.

"Huh?" he answered.

"C'mon, let's go inside to the bed.  It's getting chilly out here."

Still half asleep, he said, "I'll keep you warm, baby.  Don't make me move,
please."

"How would we explain this if we woke up in the morning and someone saw us
in this position?"

"I don't care.  Just please don't make me get up."

I told him to lie on the blanket so that I could go and use the bathroom.
When I came back, he was laying on his back already asleep, again.  I
reached down and grabbed his arm and threw it over my shoulder and reached
under him and picked him up.  He didn't wake up and his body stayed limp in
my arms.  When we got to the bed, I gently laid him down and started taking
his clothes off.  When I was done, I stripped and crawled next to him.  I
draped my arm over his body and fell asleep with my love right there with
me.

Our last day on the island was a nice relaxing day.  JC and I both put on
some white shorts that came to just below the knee and sandals.  He chose a
short sleeve multicolored shirt for each of us.  We were dressed as twins.
That is the way he wanted it.  We went out to lunch at a nice little outdoor
shop.  We each just ordered a sandwich and a coke.  We didn't want to eat
too much since we were flying tonight.

We had good conversation and just talked about our vacation and how much we
were going to miss being alone.  When we got back, he started the tour again
in two days and the same schedule will start over again and just continue
for another six months.

"Would you two like some dessert?" the waitress asked in her beautiful
accent.

"Yeah, I would," JC said.  "Do you have any ice cream?"

"Yes.  We have Vanilla, Chocolate, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough, Mint
Chocolate Chip and Butter Pecan."

I noticed that JC's eyes widened when she mentioned Mint Chocolate Chip.
It's his favorite.

"Bring a big bowl of Mint Chocolate Chip with two spoons," I asked.

The waitress wrote it down and turned to leave.

"How did you know I wanted Mint Chocolate Chip?" JC asked.

"Because the internet has a lot of interesting facts on you guys.  I know
that Mint is your favorite.  I do my own research," I said smiling.

He just smiled back and we continued to talk until the ice cream came.  We
enjoyed it and I even fed him some from my spoon.  When dessert was
finished, we paid the bill and went back to the cabin to see if got
everything.  Once our last look on the beach was done, we piled in the car
and headed to the airport.

We had a good flight home; we talked softly and just let the flight relax
us.
Once we got home, we headed back to JC apartment in Orlando.  He told me
that there was no reason for him to have a house yet, because there wasn't
anyone who could watch it for him.  We both made our phone calls to let
everyone know that we were back and he called the guys and asked for the
final arrangements for the sixth.  Lance said that everyone would meet at
Justin's house and we would start from there.

For our last two days alone, we just hung around the house wearing as little
as possible.  We just walked around in underwear or our bathrobes.  Our
first night back, I decided to make JC a good dinner, since we haven't eaten
so well on vacation.  I cooked two steak, baked potatoes and stir fried
green beans with water chestnuts.  We had a glass of red wine with dinner
and JC loved it.

"I didn't know you could cook," JC said as she stuffed a bite of beans in
his mouth.

"Well, I only cook when there is someone to cook for.  It's no fun cooking
for one.  Plus, most of the time, I just went to the restaurant and got some
dinner since Tony and Mitchell were there practically all the time.  You
really like it?"

"God, it's delicious," he said, rolling his eyes back in his head.

"You want some dessert?"

"Yeah, sounds good."

"Well, I don't have ice cream or anything else.  I could run to the store
and get some if you like."

Shaking his head no, he grabbed my hand and pulled me to his lap.  "No, I
don't need any food for dessert."

"Oh, really?  Well, in that case."  I stood up and JC tried to pull me back
down, but I ended up throwing my leg over his lap so that I could straddle
him.

When I came sat back down, I leaned down and started kissing him.  I could
still taste some beans and potatoes so I told him to take a swig of wine to
wash it down.  I just looked at him and chuckled.  I started to trace every
inch and curve of his face with my fingers.  I started at his forehead and
worked my down the bridge of his nose and went under his eyes, witch he had
closed at this point.  I followed his cheekbones to his chin.  I went back
to follow his jaw and ended up back at his cheeks.  This time I worked my
way down until my thumbs were on his lips feeling every little wrinkle his
lips had.  He started to kiss my thumbs until he reached up and grabbed my
left and intertwined his fingers in mine.

He slowly opened his mouth and laid his tongue over his bottom lip.  I
brushed my thumb on his tongue and he reached for more when I pulled away.
I brought it back and laid it on his tongue.  He opened his eyes and looked
at me when he closed his mouth around my thumb.  Our eyes never left each
other and we continued for a short while until JC stood up with my legs
locked around his hips.  I placed my hand around his neck to stay where I
was and he started kissing me.  He carried me over to the couch and slowly,
gently set me on the couch, never letting his mouth leave mine.

When he finally pulled away, he started untying my bathrobe.  When it was
done, he slowly slid his hands under the robe and started rubbing my body.
He started at my legs and worked his way up to my stomach then my chest then
my neck.  When he started his way back down, he opened my robe along the
way.  JC knew I was excited, but 'it' didn't show.  I was just enjoying the
feeling of JC's touch all over my body.  He leaned down and started kissing
everywhere his hands had touched.  He started at my neck and went down to my
chest then stomach.  He reached my happy trail, but went around to my legs.
He skipped the most sensitive parts and kept up his work on my legs.

He eventually came back up on the inside of my thighs and started working me
into a deep frenzy.  He slowly used his tongue on my balls, which drove me
insane.  After moving up farther, he started sucking on me very slowly as if
he wanted to feel every vein with his lips.  As he was doing this, I had my
hands on the back of his head.  He reach up and grabbed my hands and held
them in his.

We ended up switching positions a few times before making love.  We started
our lovemaking around 9:30 and by the time we went to sleep, the clock read
3:00.  I had no idea that we could last that long, but we were in that kinda
mood where we just wanted to be with each other for as long as possible
before the tour started again.  We fell asleep in each other's arms as we
usually did, only this time it was me who was holding JC.

The last day before the Tour would begin again, JC and I just laid around
the house watching TV and things.  I walked over to his baby grand and
noticed that he had a lot of sheet music sitting on top.

"What this?" I asked pointing to the music.

JC switched off the TV and came over to me.

"That's some music that Jive sent over for us to look through to see if we
were interested in recording for the next album."

He picked up a sheet of paper.  "So far, this is my favorite."

He sat down on the bench and placed the music on the ledge and began
playing.  The music overtook the room in seconds and then he began singing.
I propped myself on the curve and watched and listened.  It was so
beautiful.  When he finished the last bar, he let the sound echo through the
room before letting go of the pedal.

"That was beautiful."

"That's why it's my favorite.  The others are ok, but Justin is writing a
few songs for the new album also."

"Scoot over," I said to JC.  He did as I asked and I sat next to him.

I began to play a song that I wrote.  He listened and his eyes widened the
further I got into the song.

"What was that?" he asked, amazed.  "I have never heard something so
wonderful before."

"I wrote it.  I can't really write poetry or words for songs, but I can
write the music.  I wrote that when I was in high school.  I just could
never figure out what words to put with it."

"Would you please play it again?"

I began the music and JC started humming along watching every note that I
hit on the keyboard.  He was studying my hand movements.  As I finished, he
leaned over and kissed me.

"Do you realize that we haven't danced together yet?" he asked me.

"Beside our dancing the first night we met and that time in the club where
you sang to me, we haven't had a real slow dance."

"I know.  I forgot about the time when I sang to you.  Would you call that
our fist slow dance?" JC asked.

"No," I said as I walked over to his CD collection.  I picked out a CD and
popped it in the player.  I turned the volume up loud enough for the music
to over take the room once again then walked back to JC.

When the music started playing, JC said that it was one of his favorite
songs.  Jessica Simpson's 'I wanna love you forever' began pouring out of
the speakers and I pulled JC to me and we had our first real slow dance.  We
hardly moved.  We just wanted to feel the closeness of the other while the
song was playing.  I softly sang the words to his ear. After the song was
over, JC walked away and put it on repeat and we danced for another hour.

Later on in the evening, JC went to his collection of movies and picked out
one for us to watch before heading to bed.  He picked 'Notting Hill'.  I
thought it was appropriate.  If you don't know what the movie is about, it
is about this average guy, played by Hugh Grant who falls in love with this
superstar actress played by Julia Roberts.  She ends up falling for him and
in the end, they get married.

While we were watching, JC and I both laid on the couch holding each other
from falling off.  It was just a special moment for me, because I dreamed of
this for a long time before Josh came into my life.  Now I have someone to
share my life and love with.  It is a wonderful feeling to be in love. I
didn't want the night to end, but eventually, before the movie was over, JC
and I both fell asleep.

The next day, we got our showers and packed our things for the tour.  At
about 1:00 we headed for Justin's house.  When we got there, everyone else
was already there waiting for us.  They all arrived between 12:00 and 12:30
so they were ready to get their meeting under way.

We both greeted everyone and went in so they could go over their schedule
for the next month or so.  After the meeting, they just caught up with what
was happening with each other.

Justin and Britney hung around each other a lot and just watched movies and
went shopping.  He told us that Britney was ready to leave the mall way
before he was.

"Are you sure you're not gay?" JC asked.  Everyone laughed and Justin said,
"Positive!!!"

Joey and Chris just hung out with their families and every few days or so,
they would get together and play some b-ball.  Lance said that he just
stayed with his family and went out with some friends.

JC told them of our trip and they all just listened attentively.  They
couldn't believe that we just decided to go on such short notice.

"We had nothing better to do, so we just said, 'hey, let's do it'."

JC explained what the old lady saw in our past and Justin interrupted him.

"Three hundred years?!?!"

"Yeah.  She said our souls have found each other in every life since we
first met, but in this life, a piece of our soul is missing.  She said that
a third person would complete the circle." I explained.

"Three people?" Chris asked surprised.

JC and I just shook our heads 'yes'.

"Why so long?" Joey asked.

"We think," JC started, "it's because we never lived a full life together.
One of our souls lost its life at a young age every time.  Leaving the other
to grieve until our souls met again in the next life."

Lance broke the silence after JC's explanation by saying, "I hope that I can
find my soul mate.  It's a bitch being without someone." He looked at the
floor with sadness before Justin said that we better head out.  We were
going to take the limo over to the mall for a short autograph session before
loading on the bus and travel out west where they left off.

"Are you sure you guys don't mind if I tag along?" I asked just to be
positive.

"Put it this way, if you stay here, JC won't be able to concentrate and
he'll be fucking up all the time." JC gave Chris the evil eye and Chris
continued.  "We don't mind, Monty.  You are like one of the guys now.  Get
used to it."

I looked around the room to study the faces and everyone was smiling their
acceptance except for Lance.  He was still looking down at the floor.
Sadness still shown on his.

"C'mon guys, we gotta head out," JC said.

Everyone picked up their things and we loaded them in the limo and piled in
the back.  Lance decided to sit up front with the driver.  We just looked at
each other, but Justin said that he was probably going over the schedule
with the driver just to double check.

After the session was over, I was already on the bus and the other five came
aboard and took a seat.  I was sitting on one of the couches and JC came to
sit next to me.  Justin, Joey and Chris sat on the other side facing us and
Lance went to the back to lie on the bed.  He closed the curtain as he went
in.  The other four were waving bye to the fans that followed them out and
the bus pulled onto the interstate and we were on our way back to Denver.

To Be Continued..........


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