pop_tarts: justin/lance (lynncesssst.)
[personal profile] pop_tarts
I blame [livejournal.com profile] glockgal.

--

"No, honestly, they're seriously freaking me out," Justin said. He flipped over, holding the phone gingerly. "What should I do?"

"Honey," JC said, and then Justin's phone beeped and he answered the call waiting, and Joey nearly yelled,

"I can't believe Lance slept with him," and Justin looked over at Lance, curled up in his mother's bathrobe and reading a magazine on Justin's bus, and then Justin took a very, very long breath, and then he winced a little, and then he realized he really didn't want to hear any more of--

"not like he's not hot, okay, fine, but seriously, Lance knows what a bad fucking idea that is, right?" Joey was still talking. "Geez."

Justin swallowed. "Lance. Slept with a guy."

Joey paused. "Dude, are you okay? You knew that, it's so not news."

"No, you're right," and Justin breathed very deeply. "Lance slept with a guy, it was a bad idea, well, we all can't--"

"Sleeping with one of your band members is a bad idea, you know that, unless there's the right vibe," and then Justin counted to ten in his head, and then blanched, and realized that as he was talking to Joey right now, and that JC was waiting patiently on his other line while Joey talked about Lance sleeping with-

"I can't believe Chris hasn't called you yet," Joey said. "It's totally weird."

Lance looked up from his magazine; Justin was making little choking noises, deep in the back of his throat. "Are you okay?" he asked, in Lynn's twang. "You look weird."

Justin didn't look at Lyn-- at Lance, at Lynn's face making Lance's bored-yet-semi-attentive face. "I have to go," he said to Joey, and all but hung up on him.

JC asked, "Justin, what's up?"

"I have to get off the phone."

"Joey just called you, didn't he. Did you hear about Lance and Chris? Don't worry, it was a one-time thing, you're still--"

"It's, I just gotta run, my battery's dying," Justin replied faintly.

Lance tapped long manicured nails against the back of the couch impatiently. Justin closed his phone gently, and placed it beside him; then didn't really move. Lance raised an eyebrow at him. "*What*?"

Date: 2003-09-13 07:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tavellafic.livejournal.com
You freak. I say this lovingly :)

Date: 2003-09-13 05:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pop-tarts.livejournal.com
*laugh!* that's the nicest thing anyone's said to me in weeks. ;)

Date: 2003-09-13 08:35 am (UTC)
ext_1813: (basez - by me!)
From: [identity profile] ms-nerd.livejournal.com
Yaaaaaaaaaaaayyyy!!!!!!

Date: 2003-09-13 04:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aruan.livejournal.com
If this turns Lynn/Chris as well, I'm just going to *die.*

Love it all.

Date: 2003-09-13 05:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pop-tarts.livejournal.com
well, you know. Lynn/Chris. It's hot.

Date: 2003-09-14 05:00 pm (UTC)

Profile

pop_tarts: justin/lance (Default)
pop_tarts

November 2012

S M T W T F S
    123
45678910
11121314151617
18192021222324
25 2627282930 

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jul. 24th, 2017 02:41 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios