Sighing, Lance sat down at the table they had reserved in the VIP section. He drained his drink, and motioned for the waitress to come over. After ordering his drink, Joey appeared and sat down next him. "First Josh looks like someone killed his puppy, now you. What's up?"

Lance shrugged. "Nothing, Joey. Just let me drink my drink in peace."

"Whoa, man. Don't snap at me for caring about my best friend. Geez." Joey took a sip of his own drink and looked at Lance again waiting for him to talk.

Lance shrugged. "You wouldn't understand, Joe."

Joey laughed. "I might surprise you, my friend." He paused to look around the bar. "It's about Josh, isn't it?" Lance looked down at his drink. Not wanting to respond to his friends question. After a few minutes, Joey continued, "How long?"

Lance looked up confused. "How long what?"

Joey sighed. "I know, Lance. I know you are in love with him."

Lance took a quick sip of his drink. "What do you mean?"

"Come on, Lance. You're my best friend. I think I know you pretty well. I've known it for awhile. I think even Justin suspects, but Josh is blind to it."

"Yeah, he is." Lance sighed. "Since the first day I met him, Joe."

"No way. That was what 6 years ago. You've loved him that long and didn't say one word. That's just stupid." Joey stood up. "You need to tell him, Lance. I think you too would be good together. You just need to tell him. Make him see that you are what he needs." Joey walked away and pulled a girl onto the dance floor.

Lance searched the bar for his three other friends. He first spotted Chris over at the bar, and Justin over out on the dance floor, but Josh was nowhere to be found. Lance stood up from the table. He wondered where Josh was. Walking away from the table, he finally spotted Josh. He was in a dark back corner of the club with a man he didn't recognize. His heart broke when he saw Josh kiss the man. Sighing he turned to the waitress and ordered another drink. Downing it in one gulp, he walked out of the club and took a taxi back to the hotel. Stopping only once to buy a bottle of alcohol. Maybe he could drown his sorrows for the night.

When he entered his room, he shrugged his jacket off, and threw his key on the dresser by his bed. Sighing he turned on the television set and put it on mute. Just as he was about to open the bottle and pour himself a glass, their was a pounding on his door.

'Not now,' he thought. He walked over to the door, and looked through the peekhole. He gasped when he saw Josh standing on the other side. He opened the door, and looked at his friend. Something wasn't right.

"Josh, you okay?" Lance stepped aside and let his friend enter.

Josh walked over to Lance's bed and lay down. "Another loser, Lance. All he wanted was quickie in the bathroom. I was like hell no, and left. I tried finding you, but Joey said you had already gone back to the hotel."

Lance sat down. "Yeah, I got tired, so came back. Sorry about the guy."

Josh shrugged. "It's okay. Nothing new. I should be used to it by now."

"You shouldn't get used to it. You deserve so much more, Josh." Lance reached out and put a hand on Josh's shoulder. 'I just wish you would see that.'


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