| The petite brunette with the amused smile and amazing eyes. He was snagged. More in lust than ever before. She was too good to be true. Not a fan, per say, just a normal girl who happened to be incredibly beautiful. His luck was changing, and finally for the better. If he could just think of something intellegant to say to her. Something that didn't sound like a line, something real. Hmm. It'd been a while since he actually cared to say anything real. Normally, he didn't have to say anything, just give a glance, or nothing at all. They always came to him. There was no need for words. The females offered anything and everything to him, whether he wanted it or not. Sex, got it, drugs, been there! The only thing missing was love, real love, true love. A woman to keep his soul for him while he rode out the crazy ride that was N Sync, someone that he knew would be there when all was said and done. Maybe she was it. No, he knew she was it. "Hey, Lance! You with us or what?" Justin's voice rang out in his ears, snapping him back to the job at hand. "Yup! I'm here." His glance strayed back to the mystery woman, and he felt an unfamiliar pang in his gut. Love? It sure wasn't lust purely. He'd had that feeling before. It had to be something more. Love at first sight? Nah! Didn't exist. The make up woman applied more powder to his face and he sat still, wishing the director would call for a break. If she left the area, he may never get to see her again. That was not something he cared to think about. Not at all. "Now, Lance. I need you to look into the camera. Look right in for your closeup. You're feeling so in love, can you give me a look like that?" The director stared at the blonde intently, waiting for his answer. The kid had been distant all day, and this was the fourth close up he was attempting. "Lance?" "Hmm? Oh yeah. Love, sure." His eyes wandered back to the video shoot, and all the people scurrying about. Snickers erupted from the Joey/Chris direction. "Hell, he can't pretend to be in love. You gotta actually have a girlfriend for that." JC chuckled, and Justin rolled his eyes, anxious to get this damn shoot done already. Lance frowned slightly, then grinned. "And fuck you!" he replied, smartly. The make up woman moved away, laughing, and the director sighed. He was so far behind schedule, it was going to cost a fortune. He just needed Lance's shot, then they could move to the next location. "Alright, Lance. On your mark. And we're rolling!" Lance shook his head, focusing on the job at hand. He stared into the camera, thinking about love. Hah. Okay, he didn't know that feeling. Well, he loved his family. Maybe that would work. He gave it a go, blinking when the director yelled 'cut'. Was that it? Did he nail it? He jumped from his chair, eager to go talk to that girl. "No, no no! Lance. I have no idea what that look was, but it sure wasn't love!" JC groaned, covering his eyes with his sunglasses. "Come on, Lance. Act, man! I know you can!" "Matter of opinion!" Joey called out, waving his hand in the air. Lance sat back down, turning his head to look over at Joey. "Fuck you again!" he snapped, loosing patience. Okay. Love. How damn hard could it be. Obviously loving your family was a totally different love. "Sorry," he said sheepishly. "I'll try again." He rubbed the back of his neck and let out a deep breath, checking to the side to make sure she was still there. She was, not making eye contact with him at all, but she was there. Good. Stay right there. I'm coming. He twisted the ring on his right hand and waited while the director came his way. "Okay, let's try this. Your last girlfriend. Did you love her?" Lance sighed. Was this guy for real? He ignored the smart ass comments flying from his friends mouths. He didn't love her, hell, he barely liked her. She was whiny and needy, jealous and so possesive, it drove him to drink. Well, it drove him to drink more than usual. "Nope," he finally answered, trying to wipe the impatient look off his face as the director sighed. "Have you loved any of your girlfriends?" he asked, totally and completely exasperated. "Nope," Lance replied, staring up at the sky. My but the sky was a pretty shade of blue today. And those clouds. He could make a million shapes out. The director sensed he was loosing Lance, to the fucking clouds. Gritting his teeth, he tried to think of something else, very aware of the day ticking by. "Lance, can you pretend to have been in love? Please?" He shrugged, not apologetically, but more out of honesty. He could try. "Let's go, I'm ready," he said forcefully. The director moved back behind his equipment and rubbed his hands on his cargo pants. "He's set. We're rolling." The song filled the air, and Lance stared directly at the camera, feigning a feeling he hoped he'd have someday. If he was lucky. His parents were lucky. Hell, even Chris had gotten lucky in that department. "Good! Cut! Wrap it up! Next location." Lance flew up from his seat, brushing past Justin and hopping the barricade that held eager fans at bay. Security scrambled after him, not prepared for such a sudden move. "We got one moving," came the call through the walkie-talkie. "Heading east. Fans spotted him." "For chrissakes, what's he doing?" Joey asked with wide eyes. Chris shrugged, an unbelievable snicker passing his lips. Justin and JC shook their heads in wonder. "He's going to get killed," Joey commented, watching as the huge security guards along with the N Sync bodyguards tore off after him. Lance blew past the fans screaming his name, even getting a deep scratch just above his collarbone. He smiled and nodded, keeping his green eyes focused on the woman at the cafe. He had to get there, and quickly. He smelled the sweet scent of fresh baked pastry mixed with coffee and quickened his pace. Hords of fans tried to surround him, and he could faintly hear security screaming his name. They sure earned their dollars today. A broad smile showed his confidence, and he jumped over the small wrought iron gate that held the sidewalk diners. Inhaling deeply, he pushed his sunglasses on top of his head and bit his lip. There she was, just inches from him, staring at the insanity that was unfolding before her. "Hi," he said, oblivious to the hysteria occuring just behind him. She stared at him, her almond shaped brown eyes checking him out. Oh yeah, she felt it too. He felt his heart flutter, at least he thought that's what it was doing. She gazed at him with that same amused smile and tilted slightly to the left, folding her arms over her chest, looking past him. "You're about to be mobbed," she grinned. He turned briefly to see the huge crowd crossing the street, and vaguley made out his bodyguards. He knew they were cursing him, pissed off that he'd taken off without warning. Thinking fast, he grabbed her elbow and tugged her inside. Moving past the patrons inside, he searched for the rest room. Finding it down a small hall, he kicked open the door and ushered her inside. "Hey!" she shouted, pulling away from him. "What are you doing?" Although she knew she should be angry, she wasn't, not really. The blonde stranger was intriguing, cute, and daring. She wasn't quite sure who he was, but knew he was a teen idol of sorts. "Well?" she stated, tapping her foot, pushing the smile that threatened to pop out back. She didn't want him taking liberties with her, not yet. Lance gasped for breath. He heard two of his bodyguards talking out there, asking where he'd gone. Then the banging on the door. "Bass, out here now!" one seethed. "You fucking insane little shit. Get out here!" He pressed his lips together and stared at her. "I'm in trouble," he chuckled. "So, now I have to get your name, and number. And please agree to go out with me." He peeked out from under his eyelashes flirtatiously, clasping his hands together. "Please?" She eyed him curiously. "Who are you?" she asked, letting that hidden smile tug at her lips. He stuck his hand out, while bracing the door with his foot. "Lance Bass, and you are?" "Mya Barone." She took his hand and shook it firmly. The bodyguards slammed their fists on the door again, furiously. "Lance! Now!" they hollered, jimmying the doorknob. "So, will you?" he asked innocently. "I gotta go, but I'd like to call you. Or meet you later." He couldn't forsee leaving the bathroom without her agreeing. Sensing her hesitation, he smiled. "I have to go finish this video shoot, so you have to say yes." He wondered when he started sounding like Joey, begging for a date. Mya shook her head, and told her heart to stop beating so erratically. "Fine, fine!" she agreed, hearing the large men outside plan to break the door down. She reached in her purse and grabbed a pen. "I don't have anything to write on," she explained. Lance pointed to the paper towel rack. "On that. Just write it on that." He kept his foot firmly in place, knowing he was in a world of trouble. It would be worth it though, if he could end up making that love face everyone had waited for him to make. She scribbled her name and number down and handed it to him. "You're not a psycho or anything are you?" she questioned, becoming lost in those pale eyes. He nodded his head. "Absolutley," he grinned, pocketing the paper. "The crazy N Syncer!" Mya played with the red ruby around her neck idilly. "I think you should open the door now." "Okay, but they're going to jump in quick. Step back." He waited until her back was pressed against the wall, then paused. "Hey, is this number real?" Her eyes opened wide with mock hurt. "Of course! It's not everyday a girl gets thrown into a bathroom with a crazy N Syncer. Hell, if our first meeting is this insane, I'm dying to find out what a first date with you is like." The comment made Lance happy, and he backed up, letting security grab him. "You are in so much trouble!" they yelled at him. Lance shrugged at her, and pointed as he was dragged from the cafe. "I'll call you tonight. About eight!" "Looking forward!" she yelled back, clutching her heart when he was out of sight. He was nuts. She liked that, a lot! |