Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 22:04:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Really Bigdreamer <reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Searching for Lost Sould chapter 6

Disclaimer: Don't read this if you find this material
offensive or are underage. I do not mean to imply
anything about the sexualities of the characters
mentioned, this is a work of fiction.

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Chapter 6: A Beginning, a Middle, and an End... pt. 2

	"Wh-what do you mean that YOU gave Justin the
hickey?" Lance sputtered out.
	"I think you know goddamn well what I mean!" JC
snapped back, "so before you make stupid fucking
conclusions about..."
	"You and Justin are gay?!?" Chris interrupted loudly.
	"Chris..." Justin tried to comfort him.
	"Get the fuck away!" Chris yelled, "you fucking
fag!!"
	Tears began to well up in Justin's eyes.
	"What did you call him?" JC asked.
	"You fucking heard me," Chris spat back
sarcastically.
	JC leapt across the limo and socked Chris in the jaw,
the loud smack cut sharply through the newfound
silence and tension. JC's hands found their way to
Chris's neck and began to squeeze.
	"YOU FUCKING TAKE THAT BACK!!!" JC screamed as loud
as he could.
	"Get off of him," Joey shouted as he and Lance pried
the two apart.
	 "Everyone just stop this," Lance took control of the
situation that he was responsible for starting, "we'll
sort this out at the hotel."
	The limo rode on in silence the remainder of the way
to the hotel.

	As the five men exited the elevator shaft, which had
been as silent as second half of the limo ride, and
make their way towards their individual rooms.
	"Whoa!" Lance stopped them all, "we need to sort this
out before it gets any worse."
	"Fuck you, Lance," JC said as he led the nearly
sobbing Justin into his room.
	"Yeah, Lance," Chris said miserably, "fuck off, just
for once, fuck off and leave everyone alone."
	Joey marched into his room without bashing Lance any
more, perhaps the most confused out of the five he
decided to leave the poor boy alone and sort this out
on his own, leaving Lance standing in the hallway. He
finally realized that he couldn't help this problem
and dragged himself into to room like a beat dog.

	"Why is this happening?" Justin sobbed
uncontrollably, "what did we do that so wrong?"
	JC walked over to Justin, who was lying on his
stomach, his faced buried into a pillow on JC's bed.
JC sat down on the bed next to him.
	"Justin," JC said softly, nearly a whisper, "what
Chris thinks about this isn't going to affect how we
feel about one another..."
	"But, JC," Justin said through gasps of air, "I'm not
sure if I do love you..."
	JC's eyes widened as he took in what Justin was
saying.  He stood up and walked over to the window and
looked out as the now gray sky was beginning to spit
rain.
	Justin looked at the young beauty and realized that
all he had done was make the problem worse as he began
to cry even harder...

	Joey stood in the shower stall, the water running
over his body, he always showered whenever he was
thinking about something important. At this moment he
ran over how in the matter of three hours his four
colleagues had gone from being closer than they had
ever been to this. All because of a stupid hickey and
how the press and Lance reacted to it. It was JC and
Justin's fault for being gay, the gay fuckers, but
then again, maybe they had always been in a
relationship. If so, then the two people he now hated
had been his best friends for years. No, it wasn't
their fault, they were still his brothers...

	Chris lie on his bed as he thought of what had
happened, he wasn't prejudice against gay people it
just caught him by surprise and he said something he
didn't mean without thinking...then it snowballed. These
two were his best friends, closer to him than some of
his actual family members, and he had called them
fags.
	He rolled over and saw that it was now pouring
outside as he closed his eyes, maybe it was dream, or
maybe some sleep would help him think better, but the
same thing kept rolling through his mind: `fucking
fag'... The words he had uttered less than an hour ago
now haunted him as thoughts of the fight, and the pain
in his cheek, crossed his mind again...`fucking fag'...
	"What did I do?" he asked himself.
	Again he saw the image of JC jumping across the limo
and punching him...`fucking fag'...*sock*...`fucking
fag'...*sock*...`fucking fag'... The images kept coming into
his head.
	"I'm didn't mean it..." Chris whispered to himself as
the thoughts kept coming to him...

	Lance sat in a corner of his room, though it was
still the middle of the afternoon the clouds and rain
had blackened his room. What was happening to the
band? He knew he played a big part in this by bitching
at Justin without hearing his side of the story, but
JC and Justin shouldn't have gone behind the backs of
everyone else, and Chris shouldn't have said that...
	Lightning momentarily lit up his room as he
contemplated the events that had transpired and the
thought that HE couldn't help it. Lance had always
been able to help the band through his problems, but
this time...he couldn't. In his mind this meant that the
problem couldn't be solved, it would only get worse
and would lead to one thing: the breakup of the band...


	As the sun rose to begin the next day the five men
awoke early since they all spent the rest of the day
in their rooms and had gone to bed early.

	Justin awoke in JC's room to find JC had slept on the
nearby couch, apparently more offended by his comment
that he previously thought. JC woke up about a
half-hour later, finding Justin staring at him from
the bed. JC got up and headed to the bathroom without
a word passed between the two...

	When Joey finally pulled himself to consciousness he
headed back to bathroom to take another shower and
think about what was about to happen between the
feuding band members...

	Chris dragged himself out of bed as soon as he woke
up and headed right for the shower, got himself
dressed, and out the door, he had a mission and was
going to get it done ASAP...

	Lance on the other hand, lie in bed, depressed, and
convinced that the band was collapsing around him. He
rolled over sighed heavily and closed his eyes again,
this was the beginning of the end...

	"Who the hell is that?" JC muttered to himself as
there was a knock on the door, since Justin was now in
the bathroom, "who is it?" he asked as he walked up to
the door.
	"Room service," came a nasal voice from the other
side of the door.
	JC opened the door and there stood Chris, his nose
plugged to achieve the nasal effect.
	"You better get the fuck out of my site..." JC said
solemnly.
	"I'm sorry," Chris said simply.
	JC stood there, unconvinced.
	"JC, I am being sincere, I didn't mean to call Justin
a...well, um, you were there," Chris said, "I was
shocked, and when Justin moved towards me, I freaked
and the wrong thing came out, then I got all hot and
bothered when you defended him...and...I'm sorry. Please,
you know as well as I do that I'm not a bigot and I
cannot go on another second knowing that you two are..."
	Chris then noticed Justin exiting the bathroom, only
wearing a towel as he gathered his clothes, he seemed
rather annoyed at something.
	"...are...mad at me..." he continued.
	"I understand," JC said, now convinced with Chris's
seemingly authentic apology, "but he doesn't."
	JC moved out of the way so that Chris came into full
view of Justin's perfectly sculpted body.
	"I think he needs a bit more convincing that I do..."
JC said.

Chapter 7: Smoke and Mirrors; coming soon(er than this
one, sorry to those of you who didn't know I was on
vacation with my bf, sorry for the delay!).

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THANX FOR READING,

RBD