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DISCLAIMER: I don't know, own, want to own... Lordie, we've done this lots of times before. The guys own themselves, I'm just borrowing their names.
AUTHOR NOTE: Amy, thank you for all of your help and support! All the people who have written me, I love you! :) (Aw, how cheesy can I get?)
"Daaaaamn Lance, what were you on when you took this picture?!"
"Damn it, Chris, leave me alone about those pictures!"
"I can't help it. Look at these! You look stoned or somethin'!"
"If I was, it was only off of those stupid fumes that you and Joey leave behind from that damn bong."
"Hey, you're just jealous that we didn't invite you to join us."
"Oh yeah, Chris, that's exactly what it was. I'm so jealous. And hey, I'm also jealous 'cause you guys didn't invite me to join you in bed afterwards."
"Hey, what Joey and I do in our bed is our business."
"Wouldn't know it to talk to you two! If I have to hear about how you 'dragged your nails down his back as you screamed his name' even one more time, Chris, I'm going straight to the media."
"You're just jealous you can't make Justin as excited as I make Joey."
"Was that a joke?"
"Shit. Lance, I'm so sorry. Fuck me. Lance, please, please, please don't be mad. I'm so sorry. Oh, god, Lance, don't cry! Really! I'm sorry."
"Fuck off, Chris."
"Where are you going?"
"Anywhere that isn't around you."
"But-but… Lance! I thought we were going to hang out today."
"Forget it. I don't want to hang out with you."
"Lance, don't go mad! It was just a stupid, asshole-ish thing to say! Please don't be mad at me! Lance!"
"Get off, Chris."
"Not until you promise you won't leave."
"I'm going to kick your ass when you get off of my back. Now let me up."
"No. You gotta listen to me."
"Fuck you."
"What the fuck is going on?"
"Hey! Let go, Justin! I wasn't hurting him!"
"Lance? Are you alright?"
"Let go of me, Justin."
"I'm just trying to help!"
"I don't want your fucking help. Let me go!"
"God damn it, Lance, I have tried everything! Why can't you just forgive me? It was a stupid mistake, and I've spent three long months apologizing for it."
"I don't care if you 'got caught up in the moment' or 'panicked about being gay and commiting to me.' It doesn't make it better, Justin. You got your wish, you have no commitment to me. Now leave me alone!"
"Fuck Lance, don't punch him!"
"Chris, get out."
"Why? So he can continue to kick your ass?"
"Get the fuck out, Chris!"
"God damn it, Justin. Fine. I'm going."
"Let me go, Justin. I'm warning you. I have no problem punching you again."
"I would rather that you punch me then continue to treat me like I don't exist!"
"What do you want from me, Justin?"
"God damn it, Lance! I have told you every day for the past 3 months what I want from you!"
"Well that's too bad for you, Justin. I don't want a relationship with you."
"Damn it, Lance, Britney meant nothing to me!"
"Then that makes you a slut, doesn't it?"
"You think your words can hurt me after your silence?"
"Fine. I can do silence."
"Where the fuck are you going?!"
"…"
"God damn it, Lance! Talk to me!"
"Get your fuckin' hands off of me!"
"There we go. Talking again. Maybe I should have slammed you into the wall a couple of months ago!"
"Fine. You wanna talk? How was she? Did she make your body shake with passion? Did she stimulate you in ways that you couldn't even imagine? Did she scream your name before she collappsed? Did you finally tell someone that you loved them? Did she rip your clothes off and break her pretty little nails in your skin as she dragged them across your back?"
"Lance…"
"You wanted to talk, Justin, not me. Well, now we're talking. You want to stop? Please, get your fucking hands off of me and let me go, and I'll be more than happy to walk out of that door."
"Fine. Okay, I'll answer your questions. Yeah, she was great. She really turned me on. Her body was small and fit under me perfectly. She smelled like some exotic perfume, and I loved running my hands through her hair and hearing her soft southern voice cry my name."
"There. That wasn't so hard, was it? Go back to her and leave me alone… OW! Fuck, Justin!"
"You're not going anywhere until you listen to me."
"I thought I did listen. What does slamming me against the wall accomplish? We had a very educational talk today. You admitted that you liked fucking a chick, and I admitted that I hate you."
"You…? I… I… I-O-okay, Lance. I'll leave you alone. I'm sorry."
"God… Fuck me."
"Was that an offer or a request?"
"Neither. Justin, wait."
"You really hate me?"
"Yeah, I do. But not for fucking Britney."
"Now I'm confused."
"I'm not surprised. Fuck. Justin, wait. Come back. I… I'm sorry. Look. I don't hate you for fucking Britney. I hate you because I can't hate you. I love you. I have always loved you. And it hurt so badly that you couldn't commit the same to me."
"Lance… I… I… I do love you."
"W-what?"
"You think I would go through all of this for just someone that I cared about a lot?"
"B-but…But I…? But…?"
"Lance, I… God, this is embarassing. I sorta… Um… The reason Britney won't talk to me anymore… I… Uhh… saidyournamewhileIcame."
"Wanna repeat that again in english?"
"Ahem. I… I said your name while I came."
"So? You tend to say my name when you orgasm."
"Yeah, but I wasn't with you, remember? Britney pretty much hates me now, but it gets a little worse."
"Somehow I find that impossible."
"It was followed by the words, 'I love you.'"
"…"
"Please say something, Lance."
"How about, 'Justin, you're a fucking bastard and I hate you.'"
"Anything but that."
"I love you, Justin."
"Tell me again."
"I love you, Justin."
"Can I kiss you?"
"Not yet."
"Can I someday?"
"Huh? Oh, sure you can."
"When is someday?"
"In about two seconds."
"Why couldn't I do it two seconds ago when I asked?"
"'cause I plan on torturing you for a few months."
"Is that really necessary? Haven't I gone through enough?"
"Compared to what I've gone through?"
"Lance, I hurt just as badly as you. Just 'cause I was the one who cheated doesn't mean I didn't hurt."
"…You really are hurting, aren't you?"
"Jesus, Lance…"
"Oh god, Justin, don't cry. Please don't cry. Please? Please? I forgive you. I do. Justin, don't cry! No torture, I promise. We'll-we'll just go back to the way things were. But please don't cry!"
"I don't want to go back to the way things were."
"But I thought you said…?"
"Lance, I want to go home and know that you're going to join me, or be there waiting. I want to wake up beside you and love you for the rest of my life. I-I want to spend the rest of my life with you. If I could, I'd ask you to marry me, but I can't. All I can do is offer you me. And my unconditional love."
"Oh Justin… That's enough."
"R-really? You forgive me?"
"I love you. I can't be without you."
"That's not answering the question."
"It hurt, Justin. It did. I know that it hurts you too… But how can I forgive you if you can't even forgive you?"
"Because I don't care what I think. I care what you think."
"Justin, stop crying. I forgive you."
"You do?"
"I do."
"Tell me."
"I forgive you."
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
"Will you stay with me for the rest of my life?"
"No."
"But—"
"I'll stay with you for the rest of mine."
"Can I kiss you?"
"Oh yes."
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