Date: Mon, 22 Jan 2001 03:03:54 -0000 From: Suma L <sumacumlaude@hotmail.com> Subject: A Brand New Feeling 3 A Brand New Feeling Chapter 3 By: Suma L. Old News- Okay, for a little background, I started writing this story for a friend of mine based on his life. I actually am a part in this story, but that's a secret I'll give out to whoever I get feedback from that asks. ? The names have been changed, but the actually story basically remains. I finally decided to type it up since I have free time, seeing as I've been sick with the flu or... something like that. Anyhoo, I'd really like some feedback on this first chapter so I know whether or not to continue on with this new story. Please let me know what you think, whether it is good or bad. New News- My website is basically complete for now. I suggest you check out the Quotes pages, because I went through and found the best ones I could for each guy in the group. They're hilarious! And my picture pages are great too! Go through all of them! *hint hint* Go to it at www.geocities.com/Ghettosuperstar22 (Please excuse the website name : ) (There are even two pictures on there of me! One old one in the Me section, one new one in the Picturepage5 section.) This story switches point of views. This is indicated by the *****'s. Thanks for even clicking here! Hope you enjoy what I have so far! ****DISCLAIMER**** This story isn't supposed to imply anything about the members of Nsync or anyone else involved in the story. This is all made up. In better English, IT'S NOT REAL! If you're too young in your area or it's illegal, then leave. If homosexual themes offend you then you may want to leave as well. Chapter 3 -- "Joseph... Joseph...Joseph....Joey...Joey....JOE!" Lance cried out finally managing to push Joey off of him. "What? What did I do?" "You need to get your mouth off of me! We're at a party, and there are a lot of people around! STOP!" He began to re-button his shirt, and zip his pants that Joey had unzipped. "I don't care about them. I want you...NOW." His mouth attacked Lance's again, but Lance managed to shove him off once more. "JOSEPH ANTHONY! WHAT ARE YOU ON!? What's in your drink?" "Nothing." "I SAW Dan give you a cup and then whisper something to you. What's in it, Joe?" "Nothing! I swear! Just cream soda. Kind of flat if you ask me!" "Flat my ass! Let me see it!" "No!" "Why not?" "Because... it's a special cup. I'm not supposed to let anyone see it or touch it!" "Joey, just give me the cup." Joey gave a deep tired sigh, and then handed Lance the cup, and flinched as he drank from it. "UCK! Joey! I! GRR!" Lance growled for a few seconds, and then went into the kitchen to dump out the cup. On his way back to the couch he caught up with Dan who got very scared when he saw the look in Lance's eyes. "Dan, what was in Joey's drink?" Lance asked in his scary angry/calm voice. "I just put a little bit of alcohol in it. Just a little! And I only gave him some, because he begged, and I wanted some too. Oh, we can't ALL have to not drink Lance. You've got to understand." "I know you drink, but couldn't you handle just one night of no liquor? You drink it ever other day, but why can't you miss today?" "Every other day!? You're kidding! Brit's been keeping that stupid cabinet under lock and key, and monitors what I bring home. With Justin in the house, she wants to be careful. I was just dying for a drink, so when I went out to get cups and stuff for the party today, I bought a little. Just a little! That's all I got, and I gave it to Joe because I felt bad for him. I'm sorry, Lance. I really am!" "Did you have any of it?" "A little..." "A little?" "Okay, half the bottle. But don't tell Brit, okay?" "You may want to eat a mint if you don't want her to find out, because I can smell it on you. I don't know why I couldn't taste it on Joey." "He's been popping Smints ®." Dan half smiled and showed Lance his own box of the little mint. "No, I'm not going to tell Britney. No more, okay? I understand Britney's point of view on the whole issue, though. Nobodies a good person when they drink. Joe... well... Joey's not the greatest when he's been drinking..." "Oh, I'm sorry! I forgot all about all that! Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" "Calm down, it's okay. Just go... get rid of the bottle, and pop a mint, and then get back to the party. By the way, have you seen Justin? I saw him when I first got here, but that was the last time." "Oh, um, I saw him talking to Damien. You remember Damien? Stuck up model guy? Friends with Brit and Just? Not me! Haha. He brought some other guy with him. Never seen him before. He was talking to Justin, and then I walked away." "Ah...Damien. Not my favorite guy in the world. What room were they in?" "One of the dens... or living rooms... or was it the closet?" "Bye Dan." Lance said with a smile as he walked down one of the hallways in search of Justin. ****** "Jaron, listen, I'm going to go find Britney again! I have so much to tell that girl! Stay right here, okay? I'll be right back!" Damien kissed my cheek and was gone. I looked shyly at Justin who smiled back just the same. "So... you uh..." Justin cleared his throat. "You work with Damien?" "Um, yeah... He actually found me when he was scouting for models. So, without him I wouldn't be here. Tonight was actually supposed to be our first date, I think that's what he would call it." "Oh. Then why did you come here?" "Obligations to Britney. It's not so bad here. I doubt we'd even make it through dinner." "Why's that?" "Because we'd end up having sex." I immediately clamped my hand over my mouth, not believing what I had just said. Justin just laughed at me, and gently reached up to pull my hand down from my mouth. "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to worry about 'too much information' around me because I'm always interested in the details of peoples lives." He smiled warmly, and I melted into a pool of me. "Can I get you something to drink?" "Oh, uh, no thanks. I'm not really thirsty." "Neither am I." Our conversation lapsed into silence as we both looked around at what part of the party was in our particular room. It seemed that everyone was either making out or on air breaks from making out. I laughed nervously, and so did he. "Looks like we never grow out of that whole make out party thing. Or maybe it's just my circle of friends. Why don't we go someplace where we could talk better?" My stomach began to get butterflies. He wanted to go talk? To me? I couldn't believe it. "Okay..." I said quietly, and began to follow him on his trek down the hall to another den. This one was completely empty, and decorated very modern. I sat on one of the overstuffed black chairs, and Justin sat in the white one right across from me. "I'm normally not this forward, Jaron, but there's something about you." I gulped. "What might that be...?" I asked nervously. "You know what? I don't really know. But it's special. It's beautiful. And I want to see more of it." He leaned in and placed a kiss on my lips. My mouth was on fire when he pulled away. I felt it too. There was something about him. I didn't know what to say or do, how to react, so I just sat there and felt dumb. "That's okay, I don't know what to do now either." He reached up and ran his hand along my cheek, then leaned in to kiss me again. This time deeper, his tongue forcing it's way into my mouth. He tasted so sweet; I didn't want it to end. I could barely make out the sound of footsteps and somebody calling our names. We both pulled away, guiltily. "Justin? Jaron? Are you two in here? Oh, there you are!" C'mon, Jaron. Let's get going. We still have our dinner reservation, thank god, but after the money I gave them to get the table, they should atleast hold it for us if we're late. Grab your coat, say goodbye, and let's go. It was great seeing you. I have your number, I'll have to give you a call soon." He reached for my hand. I quickly turned to Justin and sadly mouthed, "bye," then gave Damien my hand and went with him out the door. "Bye..." Justin whispered back, but we had already gone out the door. ****** "Well Britney, the parties clearing out now... Looks like no one else is coming... Justin's off being happy... Why don't we go have our own celebration?" Dan pressed his mouth harder onto Britney's, then pulled off for a reply. "Well... All right! Dani should be asleep. Why not?" She grabbed his hand, and followed him down the stairs to their bedroom. ****** "Justin...? Justin are you in here?" Lance knocked tiredly at the last room in the hall. He had checked every room, and still couldn't find Justin. He heard a sniffle, and a reply. "Yeah, I'm here." "Can I come in? Are you okay?" "Yeah. Come in." Lance cautiously pushed the door open to find Justin sitting on one of the hideous white chairs on the left side of the room. There were tears that streaked his face, and his shirt was beginning to get a wet spot on the chest. "Justin, have you been in here crying all night?" When Justin didn't answer, Lance went over to him and wrapped him up in a hug. "Hey, it's alright! What's wrong? You can tell me." Justin sniffled some more, and wiped away his tears. "Did you see Damien?" "For a second. I'm glad I didn't have to talk to him. Is he why you're crying?" "NO, LANCE! Geez! Sorry you two don't get along, but no, he's not why I'm upset. Did you see who he was with?" "Uh, yeah. Jaron something... um... Edwards? Yeah, that's right. Some model friend." "Lance, can you find me Jaron's phone number?" "Why...? Oh, no, Justin, not Jaron. He's with Damien. You can't. Damien will, the whole thing that happened before will happen again! I can't take all that fighting!" Lance was referring to the last time Justin tried to hookup with one of Damien's 'love pets' as Joey called them. It was all very messy, and the petty fighting lasted for months. When it was all over, neither of them got the 'pet,' and they both ended up being friends again, but lonely. "He's different, Lance. He doesn't want Damien. I can tell. He wants me." "That's what you said about the last one. Justin, you can't have everything you want." "Lance, please trust me! He's different! This time, I just want to talk to him. If he doesn't want Damien, he'll be smart and drop him. I don't know how I know, but I do. There's just something about him..." Lance sighed deeply, stopped rubbing his friends back and stood up. "Fine. I'll find him. But do what you told me you would. Nothing else. No pressuring. Nothing. Promise?" "I promise!" Justin said eagerly, and stood up quickly to hug Lance, but only managed to hurt his leg in the process. "Ouch! Well, I DO promise!" "I know. Why don't you go on back to your room? Party's basically over, and you look like you could use some rest." He extended his arm. "Here, I'll help you." "What about my crutches?" "Justin, it's a walking cast. You left your crutches in the other room anyway. You sure don't act like you still need them." Justin smiled naughtily with the hint of a blush. "Maybe I LIKE being babied!" "Well, that's a duh. C'mon, J, I'll help you to your room." ****** "You like Justin, don't you?" Damien said icily once he had pulled his BMW onto the highway. There had been complete silence as soon as we had left Britney's home. It was awkward, but also scary to me. I didn't know him that well enough to know how he reacted in these situations. I was almost scared to find out. "Um... no..." "You're lying. Don't lie to me!" His fist smacked the dashboard, and I almost jumped right out of my seat. "I like him." I admitted, and turned away. "Okay. That's all you had to say. I used to like him myself way back when, but all that's over now. If you like him, fine. But you're with me right now, unless you want to break me off to go run away with him." I didn't answer. ****** Okay. I'm sorry this chapter is so much shorter than the others. I have to stop it, and I find this a better place than any to cut off for this chapter. I am in the middle of a very important conversation with somebody, and so this will just be the end of Chapter 3. Chapter 4 will be longer, I promise. ---Suma sumacumlaude@hotmail.com Oh, if anyone would like to chat with me outside of email, and Nifty, my ICQ # is 16967542 and my Yahoo pager nickname is Artist_4morely_Known_As_Princess You can also add my email address to your MSN messenger if you want. Just letting you know. Ciao-