Chapter 11 When Lance entered his dorm room, he noticed Justin laying on his bed. It looked like he was asleep, but he couldn't tell for sure. Lance sat on his own bed and watched the young man across the room. He wondered what Justin was thinking about? Moving further back on his bed, Lance picked his feet off the floor and rested his head on his knees. Why did he have to be Justin's roommate? No a better question would be why was Justin so damn beautiful? He could handle Justin as a roommate if he didn't look the way he did, but instead he looked this way and Lance had fallen and hard too. Sighing, Lance picked up a textbook and opened it up trying to read. On the other side of the room, Justin lay silent. He wanted to know what made Lance sigh so sadly. Since that first day he had met Lance, he had liked him. He loved having Lance as a friend. Without him being there the past few weeks, Justin knew he would never had made it through all of the new things college had brought. He hadn't even knew what a syllabus was until Lance had told him after laughing at him. He wanted to tell Lance how he felt, but he was scared. Pure and simple. What would Lance say? Would he laugh at him? Would he say he didn't feel the same? Or would he say he liked Justin too? Justin didn't even know what he would do if that was to happen. It would probably be awkward with them being roommates and all. Then again that might make things easier. Damn it, Timberlake! Just sit up and tell him. He is right there. Only 5 feet across the room from you. How hard is it to tell him that you like him? Maybe it isn't telling him that is making this so hard. Maybe it is if you admit that you like him. That you actually say the words to him, then just maybe you are gay. And if you are gay, you will be going against everything you were raised to believe. Josh said I should just live my life how I wanted to. Make myself happy, and not live my life the way others say I should. To hell with this. Justin opened his eyes and turned his head to look across the room.  He caught Lance as he lowered his head back to look at the book on his lap. Had Lance been looking at him? Stop this, Timberlake. "What you reading?" "Stuff for English class." Lance closed his textbook and lowered it to the bed. "You okay, J?" Justin nodded. "I'm fine." Sighing, Justin sat up in his bed. "Can I ask you something, Lance?" "Sure. I said I would be here for you." Lance got up and pulled his chair up next to Justin's bed. He sat on it backwards so he could rest his arms on the chair back. "So, what's up?" Justin sighed as he lay back down. "How did you figure out you were gay?" It was Lance's turn to sigh. "I don't know. I guess it was when I started looking at the guys instead of the girls like I was supposed to. I fought it Justin. In my house, we were very religious. Church every Sunday. Being gay just didn't fit into that, so I hid it until I left for college. I met this guy here on campus. We dated, and I slowly got over the whole religion gay thing. I had to be happy with who I was, and as long as I hid who I was from everyone I wasn't happy." "That is what Josh told me today. I called him while you were at class." "That's good. He is a good friend to you." "See, but so are you, Lance. I am so glad I met you here. You have helped me out so much the last few weeks." Lance shrugged his shoulders. "It was nothing, Justin. I was glad to help." "Well, thanks, anyway." Timberlake, stop being a wimp and tell him everything. Here is your chance."Lance, there is one more thing..." Just then, there was a knock on the door. Justin inwardly cursed as Lance stood up to open the door. what lousy timing. Or perhaps he was saved by the bell. "Timberlake, we have class, and then we have that meeting with the coach, so let's go," Joey said from the door. Justin looked at Lance quickly before standing up. As he picked up his gym bag, he wanted to say screw class and talk to Lance. But Joey was here. He could see him telling Joey, 'Yeah, Joey go ahead without me, I need to tell Lance I think he is hot.' Yeah that would go over real well. "See ya later, Lance." "Yeah, we can talk more then." Lance picked up his textbook and walked over to his desk. what had been that one more thing Justin wanted to talk about? BACK MENU NEXT