Lance hit his palm on the wheel of his car. Another night. Another fight with Josh. He kept explaining to his boyfriend how much work he had. If he wanted this management company thing to work, he had to work it, but Josh never understood. Tonight, for example. Lance had come home late to find Josh all pissed. Apparently, he had made some big plans for a romanctic dinner, and when Lance hadn't shown up right on time like he had said he would Josh had gotten all pissed. Instead of staying and listen to his boyfriend, Lance had left their house and ran out to his car. Now he had been driving for three hours now. Just continued to drive. He had no idea where he even was by this point. All he knew was that it was cold and dark outside. The road he was driving down was empty. No houses. No lights. Just trees and road lay in front of him. Reaching down, he flicked on the radio.  Some Top 40 station blared through the speakers.Damn, Josh. He must have driven the car He changed the station to country, and sat back in his seat with a sigh.  He and Josh were so different. He had no idea why they were even together, but yet here they were going on three years. They had met in college through mutual friends, and had hit it off immediately. Started dating, and six months later had moved in together. Everyone that knew them called them the perfect happy couple. Totally in love with each other. If they only could see the happy couple now. The two of them barely talked anymore. Sex. HA. Non-existent. Lance was always at the office working late, and by the time he came home Josh would be asleep in their bed. He still loved Josh. They still had their good times. Those little happy moments when all was good with them and they were that perfect couple everyone pictured them to be, but those moments were getting fewer as time went on. Sighing again, Lance ran his hands through his hair. Josh had been trying to create one of those moments tonight, and here he was driving away from him instead of home in bed. He took a quick glance out his windshield in his rearview mirror to check for any other cars. Hell, it was after midnight. He made a u-turn, and began driving back in the other direction towards home. He would be luckily to pull into his home by dawn. He continued to drive feeling his eyes growing tired. Trying to keep awake, so that he could make it home. He would make it up to Josh. He would slide into bed, and he would tell Josh to call in sick, and that is where they would spend the day. Together in bed. Maybe it wasn't too late to fix things between them. He glanced down at the clock, and saw it was already past two. He still didn't have a clue of where he was. He looked out into the night through his windshield, and something caught his eye a little ways up on the side of the road. He didn't remember seeing anything out here when he had driven by earlier. Of course earlier he had been pissed, and probably hadn't been looking at anything just driving on auto-pilot. As he got closer, he noticed a figure of a man on the side of the road hunched over to fight the cold of the night. The closer he got to the man, the clearer he became. He was wearing a jean jacket and jeans, and what looked like a bandana covered his hair. Before he realized what he was doing, he had pulled up next to the man and was rolling down his window.  "Where you headed?" The man hunched down next to the car and looked into the window. "Into the city." Lance eyed the hitchhiker. He was really no more than a boy. Probably not even twenty. The bandana on his head covered  blondish-brown curls that peeked out in back. As he waited for Lance, he blew into his hands. Lance knew he shouldn't pick up someone on the side of the road. You never know who you might be picking up, but there was something about this boy that made him reach over and push open his passenger side door. The smile that crossed the boy's face brought a smile to Lance's own face. He watched as he sat down on the passenger seat and placed his backpack on the floor by his feet. "Thanks, man. I was freezing out there." "Not a problem. It looked pretty cold, and not many people are going to be driving down this road this time of night." Lance reached out his hand. "I'm Lance, by the way." "Justin," the boy said shaking his hand. continue menu