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Why I do such simple things when I have the money to do anything I want is beyond me. The break from a tour or any album promotion is nice. I still see the guys a lot because we're in the studio a few times a week playing around and seeing what we can come up with; the heavy recording won't start for a few weeks now. Which works for me because then we're all here in Orlando instead of scattered across the United States…basically what I'm saying is, it's great because I'm near Lance. And Trinity. Ugh.
I sat up and shut my journal, well it was more like a place where I jotted down random lines of lyrics that popped into my head at any given moment of the day.
I sat up and ran my fingers through my long locks, I was tired of thinking for the day. If I sat here and thought anymore about this bullshit with Lance I'd go insane.
As if someone heard me thinking, the phone rang.
I picked up the small Nokia off the table and looked at the caller I.D.
"Master Joey, what can I do for you today?"
"Get ready," I heard him chomping on some gum.
"What am I getting ready for?"
"Lance just called, he's having a small get together because his parents flew in this morning, I'm picking you up in five minutes," the was a brief silence before, "ASS HOLE, WHY DON'T YOU FUCKING WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!" I heard a horn come blaring over the phone. "Sorry JC, ass holes can't drive, they think they're already at fucking Disneyworld," he huffed.
"It's okay Joe," I laughed to myself, "so why didn't Lance call me?" I asked oddly.
"Why should he when I can call you myself?"
I shook my head, it's Joey, it doesn't have to make sense.
"Okay Joe, I'll see you in a bit," I laughed again as I hung up the phone.
Two steps at a time, I ran up the stairs and into the walk-in closet of my master bedroom.
"Why do I freaking care what the hell I'm wearing? He's seen me in everything, including NOTHING, so I guess it wouldn't matter, now would it?"
I sighed, remembering the times long, long ago when we use to shower together. Too bad I didn't care then, huh?
UGH.
"I should smack myself in the face for the way I'm thinking, yeesh."
I quickly slipped on some pants and a tank top, sprayed on some cologne and headed downstairs. It seemed as the days pass I got more nervous being around him. Could falling for someone really be this slow of a process that it's taken three years bit by bit to get the stupidity I have now around him?
I opened the door just as Joey was about to knock, "what up dork?"
"Nice to see you too Joey, let's go," I laughed as we headed to the car.

It was always a cool experience going to Lance's house. Brianna loves it, running around like the crazy toddler she is when she sees all of Lance's toys. It is ridiculous how alike Lance and I are though the fans and the press seem to think we're quite different. He's the conservative southern-boy and I'm the flaming freak. Well they've got another one coming if they don't think I can be conservative and Lance could be…well not flaming…but not a good boy either. We both are the mothers of the group, if Lance isn't on Joey for language, then I'm on Justin for drinking. We're both very passionate and caring people. I think I can top him in the dreaming and passion category, sometimes I'm just way too much of a gentleman and too romantic, but hey, a little love gets you a long way. When he and I both feel deeply for something we put our all into it and nothing less. We're both perfectionists, me more than him, but I think I suffer from a little ADD while he has a bit of OCD. Mostly what we do is equal each other out.
Okay, okay, so when I start laughing and I'm tired I can't stop and Lance just stares at me with this blank look and he moans how I eat too fast and smack my gum around, but I really think I have less pet peeves than he does. Afterall, he parties more than I do and he gets really stupid really fast when he's drunk. That brings be back to square one.
"Josh are you alive?" Joey asked as he knocked on the front door.
We were greeted by those big green eyes and a smile, both of us locking eye contact longer than we should. But maybe that was just what I WANTED to see.
"Something to eat?" Lance asked as we walked down the hallway.
"Duh dude, do I look like I don't like food?" Joey pinched his belly.
"You love food Joey, we know," I laughed.
"You love food too Jayce, if just doesn't stick to your bones," Lance laughed as he pinched my side.
I nearly jumped out of my skin, my heart racing at his touch.
"So, uh," I stuttered, I always did that when I was nervous, just like when they try to stick me on TV to read nominations at award ceremonies, do they not know I HATE IT? "Why the party on such short notice?" I asked.
A small what looked like almost a frown began to creep over his face as he played with his ring, "I had something to talk to my parents about and I wanted you guys to be here."
"But, you didn't say yesterday they were coming today," Joey replied, grabbing a piece of chicken and shoving it into his mouth.
"That's because I didn't know I had to talk to them until last night," he carefully replied.
"Dude Lance what's up man?" Joey mumbled through the food in his mouth.
Lance just shrugged, "I just did a lot of thinking yesterday afternoon and I…well you'll see," with that he walked off.
"He's acting strange man," Joey wiped his face with a napkin.
"Yeah, he is," I agreed quietly.

"Chris," Lance's deep voice growled behind him.
"Just one piece of cake Poofu, please," he begged.
"No, I told you not till after I tell my parents what I have to say," he reached over and tried to take the cake cutter from his hands, but Chris had a firm grasp on it. "Christopher, let go," he looked at him squarely.
"Fine, you're no fun," Chris pouted.
"Chris go play with the kids, it'll be just a few minutes longer, I promise," Lance sighed deeply. This was already hard enough, did he have to make it any harder on him?
"It's okay Poofu, relax, you seem…stressed," Chris commented.
"I'm not, okay?" Lance huffed.
"Okay, okay, don't get your undies in a bundie Bass," he walked away.
Lance leaned up against the wall and sighed, his head spinning as he saw Trinity speaking to his parents across the room. Her long strawberry hair was pulled back into a ponytail, her black skirt just the perfect length so that Lance could catch Joey staring from across the room.
She was beautiful, absolutely breathtaking, the sweetest girl he'd ever met. They both were from the south, they both shared the same interests and hobbies, it's just…he didn't exactly know what. But he wasn't getting any younger and the fame was getting any calmer, so…
"Everyone, will you gather around, I have an announcement to make," Lance spoke, taking a gulp back.
The small group of people gathered around and looked at him oddly.
"I know Justin couldn't make it, but I'd already talked to him on the phone, but thank you to the rest of you for being here," he looked around, searching for JC and found him standing on the outskirts of the group of people, his blue eyes an ocean of curiosity as he solemnly looked up at Lance.
Lance looked at him sadly and then looked at everyone else and smiled.

I stood there wondering why when this looked like it was suppose to be a happy occasion - for whatever reason I didn't know yet - why did Lance look so…unhappy and why did he keep looking back at me?
He cleared his throat as Trinity joined him in the middle of the crowd.
I looked at them both oddly as Lance gave me another glance. In that brief moment I suddenly knew. Don't ask me how, I just FELT it.
"Mom, dad, everyone, I just wanted to say that last night I proposed to Trin and she said yes, we're getting married at the end of the summer," the smile on his face seemed almost forced.
My legs nearly gave out on me as I sat down on the table behind me.
Married. Married. Lance. Married. I should be happy for him, right? Then why did I suddenly feel like crying?

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