Date: Wed, 01 Jan 2003 20:26:49 +0000
From: Pris G <luv_hugs_chocolate@hotmail.com>
Subject: Fool - Part 8/14

Sooooooooooo sorry to the people who are reading this for taking so long to
post this! Really! I had computer problems and internet problems that kept
me from posting this AND from replying to the e-mails I got... I had a very
pleasant surprise with the amount of e-mails I got since the last time I
posted :) Thank you all so so much for the feedback and I really _am_ going
to reply to your e-mail!

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Title: Fool.
Author: Pris G.
Pairing: Bassez.
Part: 8.
Feedback: I love it. And thanks for the feedback I've been getting :D
Rating: The whole thing ranges from PG-13 to NC-17.
Disclaimer: I don't know them. This is fiction. Don't sue me, I'm broke.
Last note: Hope you enjoy it :)
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Fool
Part 8
By Pris G
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Wasn't crying supposed to be some sort of sleep-inducing method? Like, you
hear the "and they cried themselves to sleep" all the time. So, why didn't
it work like that for him? JC had cried for what felt like hours before he'd
taken a shower and then he felt so exhausted and sleepy he could swear that
he'd be out cold in a matter of seconds. But apparently it had the opposite
effect on him. Probably just because he loved sleeping. He had gone to bed
some time around 10pm. Now the clock on his bedside table read exactly
11:57pm and he was wide awake. Normally in a situation like this he'd call
Justin and they'd hang out until they both passed out from exhaustion, but
this alternative was obviously out of question. Justin and Chris now shared
a room and, really, that was the last place he wanted to be at the moment.
He couldn't call Joey either 'cause he had Kelly and Brianna over for the
rest of the tour and disturbing the little time Joe had with his adorable
daughter was the last thing JC wanted to do. He could call Lance. He might
actually be awake since he was a workaholic freak who only needed 3-4 hours
of sleep a night to be rested. But then he was probably working on his
Freelance stuff and JC didn't want to disturb that. Only problem was that he
was a step away from hitting the minibar and drinking himself into a coma.
That gave him two alternatives: disturb Lance or hit the minibar. Lance or
coma. Lance or coma.

His fingers were dialing the number before he even registered he had picked
up the phone.

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His phone was ringing somewhere and wasn't it always like this? The times
you have both of your hands full of papers and your phone is somewhere under
the other huge amount of papers on your desk are the times said phone
decides to ring. And then you can't decide if you drop the papers to look
for it or if you put them neatly aside and risk not being able to get it on
time. Seeing as Lance hadn't talked to his family in two days he chose the
first.

"Hello?"

"Hm... Lance... hm... it's JC."

"What's wrong?"

"Can I... Are you busy?"

"Not really," Lance lied, eyeing the scattered papers and the laptop laying
around on his desk, "You need anything?"

"I... Can I come over there?"

"Sure."

"OK, be there in a few," JC said softly and then they hung up. Lance hurried
around gathering into a somewhat neat pile the papers that were scattered
all over, turned off his computer, grabbed a book he had been reading on the
bus ride and plopped down on his bed, trying to calm down after all it was
just JC coming over in the middle of the night.

Yeah, right. As if JC would ever be "just JC".

Still, there was no need to get his hopes up or anything. JC was clearly
(and very much) in love with Justin. That wouldn't go away that easily or
that fast. And telling him about how madly in love he had been for the last
two years with the brunette right at that moment would just torment JC even
more. And probably ruin everything. Not that there was anything to be
ruined. For all Lance knew, he'd never tell JC how he felt. And even if he
did, it's not like JC would just stop loving Justin and suddenly realize he
was madly in love with Lance. So, no hope there.

He'd actually like it if he could make his heart believe that. And also
convince his heart that there was no need to beat right out of his chest
just because there was a knock on his door and the person knocking was most
probably JC. Shit, could he be any dorkier? Wasn't he, like, too damn _old_
to have a highschool crush?

Shaking his head at himself, Lance got up from the bed and went over to open
the door, coming face-to-face with JC. Really, no need to get his hopes up.

"Come in." Lance smiled and stepped aside to let JC in.

"I'm sorry to, you know... I just... I couldn't sleep." JC stepped into the
room surrounded by what appeared to be all the blankets he had found in his
room.

"What's wrong?" Lance asked, feeling JC's forehead. JC? Not being able to
sleep? It had to be a joke or something really serious.

"I just... I was laying on my bed and I got tired of staring at the ceiling
after two hours, ya know? Then it was calling you or hitting the minibar."

"Thanks for choosing me over the minibar." Lance chuckled as he guided JC
into the bedroom, "You wanna talk?"

"I guess," JC mumbled as he sat down on the bed and Lance sat beside him,
"It's just overwhelming sometimes. I mean, the tour is almost ending, my
life is this *mess*, I have to watch Justin and Chris nearly 24/7 being
sweet and all that shit and, really, I'm trying to be noble about it but it
fucking hurts." JC closed his eyes and Lance didn't think he had ever seen
JC look that exhausted, "I can't write unless Justin is doing it with me and
now I can't sleep."

"I'm really, really glad you picked me instead of the minibar then." Lance
smiled as he rubbed JC's back, "The tour is nearly over, C. And then you
won't really have to watch them all the time. That will give you more time
and space to heal, to get yourself together. You'll have more time to try
and write. I know that it's hard to see what you want right in front of you
and knowing you can't just reach out and get it," Lance said before he could
stop himself. Luckily JC wasn't looking at him and didn't see how furiously
he was blushing.

"I just want it all to be over. Going some place cold and hibernating or
something." JC smiled and Lance chuckled.

"That's a nice idea, actually."

"That coming from the man who needs nearly no sleep at all." JC smirked at
Lance.

"I don't need it but I like it very much." Lance stuck his tongue out at JC.

"Can I sleep here?" JC asked suddenly and Lance nearly jumped with joy.

"'Course you can, C. I'm not sleepy and I was reading some so, would you
mind it if one of the bedside lamps was turned on?"

"No, I wouldn't. Hell, I'm invading your room, Lance." JC smiled a bit and
Lance chuckled.

"Don't worry about it."

"Thanks."

"Anytime." Lance messed JC's hair before standing up, "Go ahead and get
comfortable. I gotta use the bathroom, K?" He said, heading for the
bathroom, "Get a grip, Bass," Lance muttered looking at himself in the
mirror. He shook his head and made a face at his reflection before doing
what he had to do in there. When he was done, he went back into the bedroom
to find JC curled up under a mountain of blankets, causing Lance to chuckle
at him, "Cold much?" he asked as he laid down beside JC, pulling some of the
covers over himself.

"I can't seem to get warm enough," JC whispered as he rested his head on
Lance's chest, "You mind?"

"Nope." Lance smiled as he picked up his book with one hand while the other
rubbed JC's back softly. He didn't know if he should feel flattered that JC
felt good and comfortable enough that he had fallen asleep that quickly or
if he should feel stupid that he was that boring. Well, he had JC in his
arms, did the reason really matter?


TBC...

P.S. I personally loved this part *grin* Tell me what you guys thought, K? :)