Date: Thu, 14 Dec 2000 15:55:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Kevin <themissingpeice@yahoo.com>
Subject: played 7

AUTHOR'S NOTE(Please Read!):

OOOK, sorry this look a long time, but if u read my accouncement, my laptop
has to be sent back so i finally got it back.  I decided that i will always
post my stories on my webpage 2 days before i post it on here (that way
people vist my site) haha thats at http://homepages.go.com/~sebastianative
so check it out if u want.  Feel free to email me if you want.
themissingpeice@yahoo.com OR sebastianative@yahoo.com.  I got two emails
now! :) OK so i will really try not to go as long again.  Im sorry for the
wait again, thanks for being patient.  :)

AUTHOR'S WARNING:

Yeah the normal stuff, don't read this if your not 18(as if you are
honestly going to close this if your under 18 anyway) :) Umm, i dont know
N'Sync, so don't base your hopes and dreams on this, its just a story!
Other then that, I think that is about it.  So here it is!  Enjoy!


Chapter 7

	I'm not quite sure how long I slept, but I awoke to someone's
pounding on my door.  It was still daylight out, so I wasn't quite sure
what time it actually was.  I yawned and stood up from the uncomfortable
sofa.  The walk to the door was an unsteady one, being still drowsy from
sleeping.  I opened the door to Justin waiting for me.

"We got to get to the venue," Justin said nonchalantly, as if nothing had
happened.

"Fine," I said beginning to shut my door.

"Lance don't be like that," Justin said, putting his foot in the path of
the door.

"Don't be like what?  Angry?  Because you made a complete fool out of me?
Move your foot Justin," I said, feeling the anger rise up inside of me once
again.

"I'm sorry, that was ignorant of me.  I admit.  I'm sorry," Justin said,
still standing in the path of my door.

"Yes Justin, your ignorant.  But I'm talking stupid.  You honestly think I
would just up and forgive you like that?  You always were a little slow
Justin, just like everyone used tease you about.  I argued that it was just
a phase, but I was wrong.  You always have, and always will be stupid.  Now
get out of my doorway before I move you out of it," I said, trying to not
let my anger show too much, but failing miserably.

I knew what I said had hurt Justin, but I loved it.  It felt so good to
hurt him after what he did to me.  The anger and hurt was clear in his
eyes.  "I might be the stupid one in the group, but you're the weak ass
one.  Not only physically, but emotionally too.  You whine and cry over
everything.  It's too bad you couldn't be more of a man," Justin recoiled.
It was obvious that this was about to get ugly.

Maybe it was just because I was so confused.  Maybe it was the harshness in
the words he had said.  Or maybe because he was right.  Either way, his
words hit me hard.  I shoved Justin with all the force I had in me, sending
him onto the hallway floor.  "I guess I'm not so weak after all," I said,
"Fuck you Justin."

	I slammed the door.  I was crumbling, there was no doubt.  My
depression level went from moderate to overflowing.  I needed someone.
Anyone.  I looked around, but all I saw was an empty room.  Of course.
'How could I do that,' I questioned myself.  I had feelings for Justin, I
honestly did.  But I lost my cool, and that scared me.  How could I hurt
someone that I cared for?  I needed a way out.  I needed to talk with
Justin.  I needed to talk to anyone.  But more then anything, I needed a
drink.

I quickly walked over to the minibar, thankful that management had the bar
stalked full of various alcohol.  Vodka.  That's all I really needed.  I
quickly located a shot glass and began drinking my problems away.  Several
shots later, I was well on my way to alcoholism.  I decided that was enough
for now.  Actually, it was the knocking on the door that made that decision
for me.  I placed the bottle back inside the bar and staggered towards the
door.  I could see JC through the peep hole.  I sighed and opened the door.

"Hello JC," I greeted him, trying to act as sober as possible, but the
alcohol was hitting my system hard, and confusion was setting in.

"Lance!  Why is Justin bleeding?" JC demanded, pushing past me into the
room.

"I don't know?" I replied.  I didn't.  I only pushed him.  I closed the
door and tried my best to walk as normal as possible to the couch that he
was now pacing in front of.

"What's happening to you?  You used to be so responsible, now I'm forced
with being the responsible one."  JC asked, continuing his pacing while I
continued my acting debut.  I was convinced I deserved an Oscar.

"Umm, Justin deserved it JC," I slurred.  Shit, I slurred.  There went my
Oscar.

"Lance!  Have you been drinking?" JC shouted.

"Ummm, no?"  I said, questioning whether he would believe me or not.  JC
had seen me drunk before, I knew he could tell, he always could.

"Lance, we have to be on stage in a few hours, and we need to be leaving
for the venue, now!  But because you punched Justin, you kind of messed
that up," JC shouted at me.

"Punched Justin?  Is that what he said?  I just pushed him.  God JC, are
you on 24 hour bitch mode?  Shut the fuck up once and a while and just
enjoy life, your too uptight," I said, partly meaning it, partly knowing
that it would piss off JC.

"Whatever Lance, your drunk.  And you had better be sober before the show
starts.  I'm not dealing with your drunk ass," JC said while walking back
towards the door.

"JC, wait!  I'm sorry," I said feeling bad for what I said.

"Sorry isn't going to help anything right now, is it?" JC questioned,
turning around to face me.

"Maybe our friendship."  I said, hopeful that he would understand.  JC
sighed.  It was obvious that he was disappointed in me.

"You need to apologize to Justin.  I'll tell him to come in here.  I know
your drunk, so don't try to act like your not.  You need to act sensible
when he comes in, he is upset," JC informed me before walking out the door,
not allowing me to add anything else to the conversation.

As if I didn't feel bad enough, now I had to apologize to Justin for
something he deserved.  I knew I had to swallow my pride and apologize.  We
had a concert to do and if we were fighting it would affect our
performance.  That couldn't happen, it was our last concert.  For the third
time in the last hour, I heard a knocking on the door.  I took a deep
breath and went to the door.  Of course, it was Justin.  I opened the door
to Justin's bloodshot eyes.  It was obvious that he had been crying.  All
anger and stubbornness disappeared from my system.  I realized I was
staring too intensely, and I quickly glanced away from Justin's watery
eyes.

"Justin."  I said in a low voice, "I'm sorry.  I really am."  I glanced up
from the floor to Justin's eyes.  I hoped the response would be good.
Justin pulled me into a hug and I held Justin, feeling his body shake as he
sobbed on my shoulder.

"I am so sorry Justin, I can't believe I did that," I said while rubbing
his back.  There was no doubt about it, this was killing my buzz.

"I'm sorry too Lance.  I was out of line in that bathroom.  The truth was,
I didn't just want to prove I could have you.  That isn't why I told you to
stop.  I felt bad about making you do that, knowing that you didn't want
to."  Justin said, while continuing to cling to me.

"What are you saying Justin?"  I asked.

"Its just, your so innocent.  I couldn't do that to you.  If you wanted to,
that would be something totally different, but you were only doing it
because of some stupid bet," Justin said, his sobbing now quieting down.
He pulled away from me and we sat down on the bed beside each other.

"I wanted to." I mumbled once we were seated.

"What?"  Justin asked.

"I wanted to Justin, just not like that, not in some bathroom," I replied,
gazing deeply into his eyes.

"Why?  Why with me?"  Justin questioned.

"I don't know, I guess I was horny," I joked.  Justin laughed.

"You don't have to be so blunt.  You could have said it was because of my
stunningly good looks," Justin smiled, and I knew he was returning to his
old self.

To be continued...