| DON'T THINK I'M NOT ELEVEN |
| Justin smiled smugly at the opening of Club Brat, a venture that several of N Sync's friends combined to create. It had been two days since Lance's stupid plan, and Justin, for the first time in his life, felt like he held the upper hand. Lance had to do what he said, plain and simple, or he would spill the beans. Okay, maybe it was a tad immature, but hopefully it would teach the snake a lesson. "Lance, would you go get me another drink?" Justin asked. "This time I think I'll try Whiskey sour." Joey eyed the two with curiosity. For almost 48 hours, Lance had been following Justin around, getting him things, making him snacks on the bus. It was creeping him out. "JC, you see this shit?" he whispered, nudging his friend with his elbow. "What gives?' JC frowned. Something wasn't right. "I have no idea. The two of them are acting very weird." He took a long sip of his beer and watched them. Lance approached the bar, a fierce scowl on his face, and ordered a whiskey sour. "You okay?" Joey asked, motioning in Justin's direction. "Everything cool?" Lance nodded, his lips so tightly mashed together, he couldn't speak at all. This was dumb, and only a 19 year old would come up with such an assinine idea. Basically, Lance was his slave, being blackmailed by a teen ager. He grabbed the drink, and without so much as a peep, turned and walked back to Justin, thrusting the cup into his hand. "Here," he muttered, sitting down next to him. Justin smiled innocently, and continued his conversation with a busty blonde. Lance rolled his eyes, then laid his head on the table. He would have rather just paid Justin for his silence, anything but this. Not only was the guy immature and boring, he was also annoying, and that was not a good combination for Lance. "Justin!" Lance snapped, shaking his shoulder. "I gotta go now. I'm leaving." "I don't think you are," Justin said easily, leaning in close. "Not yet. There's so much more fun to have." He laughed at the look on Lance's face. "Aww, come on, Lance. It's not that bad is it?" He glanced over at Joey, who had sent his fiance back home, and was having a great time while she was gone. "Poor Joey. You don't want to crush him now do you?" "Fuck you," Lance hissed, biting his lower lip. "I'm going to dance!" He stormed away from Justin, shoving his hands in his pocket. He didn't like this, not one bit. It was bad enough to have her pissed off at him which meant no more fun sex, but now Justin and his dumb ass demands. Already he'd cleaned out his bunk, polished his sneakers, all 25 pairs, gotten him various brands of cereal for breakfast, and become his pimp. It was too much. He snaked his way onto the dance floor and over to Chris, who was grinding against some girl. The music pounded loudly, and he felt himself loosen up a bit. A pair of delicate hands wrapped around his waist, and Lance hoped when he turned the rest of her would look as good. "Hey," he said, rotating his body to face her. "Hey yourself," the petite girl grinned. Lance was not disappointed. She leaned in close to him. "I've had my eye on you from the second you walked in." Lance felt his spirits rise. "Oh yeah?" He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You are so good looking," she laughed, tugging gently at his hair. "I could get really naughty with you." That did it. Lance grinned, his eyes twinkling with the thought of escorting her back to his room. "How naughty?" he chuckled, dancing close to her. Justin's hand tugged at Lance's shoulder. "I'm cutting in," he stated, taking both Lance and his partner off guard. Lance glared at him. "No, you're not." he replied. But the girl was giddy at the sight of Justin. "Justin!" she gaped, eyes wide. Prying Lance's hands from her, she dove right into Justin's waiting arms. "I didn't know you were here." "Figures," he grinned. "That why you were going for him?" He nodded toward Lance, who's face was on fire. "Hey, dude, do us a favor and go get us some drinks. We'll be right over." A smart ass wink sent Lance flying from the dance floor, cursing loudly. "I'm outta here," he yelled at JC. "I gotta go. I have to leave right now or I'll kill him. I will." JC removed a feminine arm from around his waist and turned his attentions to the ranting figure in front of him."Man, what the hell is going on with you two?" Lance threw his hands up in exasperation. "He's just a punk. That's all. I just want to rip his pretty boy curls out of his fucking golden boy head and shit down his 'everyone loves me' neck!" "Okay, we need to talk!" JC demanded, gulping the rest of his beer, and whispering into the ear of the woman he'd been chatting up. When he was done, he grabbed Lance by the shirt and pulled him out of the club. "Let's go!" he growled, sick of this bickering, this crazy behavior, all of it. Once they were outside, JC hailed a cab and instructed the driver to take them back to the hotel. "Dude, you better tell me just what's going on." His blue eyes were angry and he stared intently at the blonde. "I don't know what you mean," Lance played dumb. No way was another member of N Sync getting in on this. "Stop the shit. You've been acting like Justin's fucking butler for two days. I can't remember you ever getting any of us breakfast, let alone hunting down ten different cereals for Justin. And what was that shit polishing his fucking sneakers?" JC went on and on, calling Lance on every odd move he'd made. "Well?" Lance shrugged. "Nothing, it's nothing. I lost a bet and now I have to do some shit for him. That's all." He stared out the window, still seething about the incident on the dance floor. Justin grew balls pretty quickly to diss him like that. JC growled angrily. "You're lying! I know your lying. You've been an absolute punk ass for the past few months, not giving two shits about the group, insulting us day and night, and now playing kissy face with Justin. You better either talk to me, or get your crap together, or something." "Fine," Lance conceeded, knowing silence was the only way to keep JC at bay. When the guy is on a rampage, you learn to just stay silent or risk giving up too much information. The only thing Lance was sure of was that as soon as Justin got back to the hotel, they were going to have it out. No way was he staying slave to him, not for anything. If he wanted to tell Joey, fine. Let him tell him. They were in the same boat as far as that went. Fuck him, fuck them all. Lance shut his eyes and rode the rest of the way in silence. |