Chapter 2 Later that night, Lance lay in bed listening to Justin mumble in his sleep. That would take getting used to, he thought. It was kinda cute though. Heck, Justin was kind of cute period. Lance had no idea why he hadn't told Justin about him earlier that day. Oh yeah during the talk about snoring and talking in his sleep just blurt out, "Oh yeah, by the way, I'm gay." Nope that wouldn't have worked. Justin probably would have gone back downstairs to his mother and driven away from the dorm as fast as he could. Not looking back. Then again, Justin might have been cool with it. He wouldn't know unless he told Justin. Sighing, Lance turned on his side facing Justin. In his slumber, Justin's covers had ended up at the bottom of the bed. Justin's only clothing was a tank top and boxer briefs. The moonlight filtering through the window blinds outlined his perfect six pack. Lance groaned as he flopped back on to his back. He would not do this. Just tonight at dinner, Justin was talking about his girl back home. What was her name again? Oh right, Britney. Apparently they had known each other forever and had plans to get married someday. So stop this. Justin is straight.He isn't gay. Get over it, Bass. Lance sighed as he turned towards the wall finally letting sleep take over him. The next night Lance and Justin sat in the main lounge waiting for the director of the hall to hold a dorm meeting. Basically a "Hi I'm your boss here. Here are your rules. Don't mess up" type of meeting. Lance was used to those things. From what he had heard of this guy, he was pretty good. Funny people had told him when he asked. Chris was his name. They said just don't interrupt him while he is playing video games. If you cause him to lose he gets mad. He looked over at Justin. He looked bored. "Hey, man. This won't take too long. Then you could go shoot some hoops or something." Justin perked up at the mention of basketball. "Cool, dude. You want to go play a game with me?" Lance laughed. "I wouldn't last two seconds. I suck at basketball." Lance could hear the snickers around him. Turning he looked around, but everyone stopped before he could catch anyone. "Aren't you going to be on the team?" Justin nodded. "Yeah. that is how I got to come here. Otherwise I'd be back home with Josh at the community college." "Scholarships are good. So who's Josh?" "He's been my best friend since like grade school. He wanted to come here too, but money is kind of tight, so he got a job and plans to transfer here when he can afford it." Justin moved a little closer. "Hey, do you mind if he comes up some weekend and hangs out. He wouldn't mind the floor." "Nope. Just let me know when." "Cool, man. Thanks." Just then a youngish looking dark haired man walked in and stood in front of the room. "Hello, everyone. Can everyone pipe down, so we can get on with it and over with." There was a few scattered groans from the group gathered in the lounge before they were silent. "Thanks, guys. I'm Chris. Your director here at Miller Hall. I'm pretty cool. Not too many rules. Just you know common sense stuff. Don't drink if you shouldn't. Drugs are a no-no. Try to be considerate with the noise level after 11pm during the week. Basic stuff. I'm here if you ever need to talk. Day or night.  That's it. Any questions?" Someone raised their hand in back. "Yeah?" "Is their a rule about guests?" Chris chuckled. "Well, technically you have to clear any over night guests by me, but if you don't that's okay as long as I don't see anything. If I see it, I'll have to say something. You know the rule the university has right? As long as you aren't sleeping, you can have her in your room. Anything else?" No one said anything, so Chris took a step back. "Well if that is it, then I need to get back to Tomb Raider. Meeting same time next week." After Chris left the lounge, people began to stand up and prepare to return to their rooms for the night. Justin ran up the stairs to his room followed by Lance. "Come on down to the courts with me. You can watch me shoot hoops if you don't want to actually play. I can probably pick up a game there." Lance looked at the book he had been reading lying on his bed. Read a boring book or watch Justin play basketball. Getting all sweaty and... Lance mentally slapped his head. Don't start that again, Bass. "Yeah, I'll go down their with you. Just give me a sec." "All right, I'll be down in the lounge." Justin left the room bouncing his basketball on the ground. Lance quickly changed into a pair of shorts and tank top cause he figured Justin would end up getting him to play somehow. Sighing, he left the room locking the door behind him. BACK MENU NEXT