| Lance let the phone ring, and ring, and ring. Frustrated, he slammed it down, confused. She said to call him, she said she'd go out with him. The limo was ready, the plans set, so where the fuck was she? Checking his voice mail once again, he sighed as there were no new messages. "Stood up?" Justin asked, hiding the smart ass smirk he wanted to flash. "Fuck you," Lance spat, getting up and walking away. Stood up, the words rang so deftly in his ears. That's exactly what happened. She stood him up. Making a fist, he let his nails dig into his palms. What had gone wrong? The bomb scare, the damn bomb scare. It had to be it. He heard Justin talking to JC, letting him in on the brutal fact Mya wasn't going to be his date for the evening. Lance shook his head angrily, and wished he hadn't made such a fool out of himself. Love indeed. Fuck that. Mya leaned her head against the kitchen table, ignoring the clock that ticked away over the sink. She'd heard the phone ring and ring, and was glad she had the good sense to turn the machine off. If she heard his voice, she might give into tempation and actually change her mind. His kiss still rung true on her, the playfulness in his green eyes, the way his hair stood up on end with those light highlights. "Dammit!" she hissed, pushing her chair away. "You going to work?" Corey asked, padding into the kitchen wearing her oldest nightgown. "It's late you know." "I know, I know," Mya said, standing up. "You okay? I mean about not going out with Mr. N Sync? It looks like he really got to you." Mya laughed sourly. "You think? Argh! I hate it! I hate these feelings, I hate it all. This is why I don't date." With that, she stormed from the room, heading for the front door and her job. "Well," whispered Corey, watching her go. "maybe you should!" Mya climbed into her car and started the engine gripping the steering wheel with force. Lance, his name sounded so right flowing from her mouth. "Stop it right now," she grimaced, pullingout of the parking area and onto the side street. "You'll only fuck up his life." She glanced at the bills that lay unpaid on her seat, and sighed. If only she could stop her grand way of life, manage to decrease her bills, maybe she could scrape by doing something else. Staring at the mileage of her new Lexus, she bit her lip. No mistressing meant no Lexus, and no guarentee that Lance would accept her. He might not understand what she did didn't include any sex, just dominating, but to a Mississippi boy, that might be just as bad. No, better to leave things alone. No need for it to go any further. She manuevered her car onto the highway and sighed, wishing she had some kind of vice to get her through life, smoking and drinking were just not her thing, and drugs, well, she'd seen enough loved ones fucked up with that. Spending money was it for her, the only high she got. She sped through a red light, unthinking, and shook her head. Lance, he was something else. So gorgeous, and kind, and woah. No use thinking about it, about him. It wasn't worth it. "So Lance, what do you feel like doing tonight?" JC asked, trying to make nice. The scowl on his face spoke volumes, and even Joey had the good sense to stay away. Lance tightened his jaw, and stared straight ahead. His last night in this crummy town, then he'd never return. Ever. Well, most likely never. His mind was flipping back and forth, and for the life of him, he couldn't decide if it was because his pride was hurt, or he really wanted to be with this girl. "I'm telling you, he just needs to get laid!" Justin smirked, downing yet another shot of tequila. The glare Lance shot his younger friend pierced the room, and JC squinted one eye closed, bracing for the angry retort. Instead, Lance stood up, lips pressed together, and stalked out of the room. "He's pissed," Chris commented, having been shoved to the side entering that same room. Joey nodded, looking up from a screenplay that he'd been faxed. "Yup. And Justin just can't seem to keep his fucking mouth shut!" Justin pursed his lips, pouring himself another shot. "I don't know why you all baby him," he spat. "He's such a fucking cry baby." JC sighed. He couldn't wait to get out of this town, finish the tour, and get past all the burned out fighting. Lance headed to the top floor of the hotel, where he'd been assured privacy. Grabbing a bottle of coconut rum on the way, he pushed the stairwell door open and started the four flights up, all the time wondering why Mya had decided to stand him up. Maybe he was too forward, maybe it was the bomb scare, hell it could be anything. Still, she occupied his thoughts with careless abandon, and it was making him crazy. Stepping out onto the roof, he shivered as the icy air confronted him. Just what he needed, cold air and alcohol. If that couldn't numb him, nothing would. He was convinced that love was just a mirage for him, something unattainable. "Fuck it," he hissed, taking a seat on the ledge and staring out over the mid sized city, it's lights twinkling brightly. Sipping the mild flavored liquor, he closed his eyes and tried to block it all out. Joey pressed the door open, having followed his distraught friend up th stairs. He watched Lance climb on the ledge and shook his head, hoping a strong gust of wind wouldn't come by and thrust him over. "Hey," he called out, wrapping his arms around him. Fucking NY and it's cold weather. That''s why he was in Florida. Little reminder. Lance heard the voice and turned around slowly. "Hey," he replied, swinging his legs back over. "Wanna go out? I mean, it's still early, and I'm fucking bored out of my mind." Joey eyed the white bottle of rum, and for a brief moment, wondered why he chose such a light alcohol. Lance was nothing if not a southern comfort man. "Sure, why the hell not!" He took another sip from the bottle, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Where you off to?" Joey shrugged, helping himself to some rum. "Ugh!" he grunted, scrunching up his face. "It tastes like candy." Lance laughed. "It's good. A nice change." He followed Joey to the stairs and they headed down. "So, where to?" "Let's just get a cab and see what's good. I'm feeling like getting into some trouble. You?" "Yeah! Let's hook up with some hot girls, get hammered and fuck the night away!" Lance tossed the rum bottle against the wall and chuckled as it shattered. "No bodyguards though. Agreed?" Joey looked at him. "Of course." They stopped at their room floor for some money and warmer clothes, then headed down the back stair well and out the back door. Joey eyed the chain link fence. "Ready?" he asked. Lance tilted his head to the side and squinted. "Fuck. It's been years since I climbed one of these things." "Stop being a pussy. Let's go." Joey dug his toes into the links and hauled himself up, careful once he got to the top to clear his crotch area. Jumping down, he stared at Lance on the other side. "Come on," he urged, spying the cab they'd called waiting across the way. Lance chewed on the inside of his cheek. Sighing, he pulled himself up, cursing as he heard a small tear. "Mother...dammit!" he hissed. Joey's laughter didn't help, and he stared up at the stars wondering why he even bothered. Taking a leap to the ground, he couldn't help but laugh. Insanity was the name of this game, and he was determined to win. |