Six months passed, and things between them did get better little by little. It wasn't the way it was before. They were no longer called the perfect couple by all their friends. The perfect couple had problems just like every other couple out there. The cracks still showed, and would probably never fade, but the two of them were happy. Smiling, laughing, making love. Doing all the things that couples did together. Lance made an effort to not work late every night coming home to eat dinner at least three nights a week. However, he didn't forget the eyes of another man that had watched him that cold night not to long agao. Justin haunted his dreams night after night. In the light of day, Justin would find his way into his thoughts making him wonder where the boy was. Had he stayed in the city or drifted on to the next? would he bump into him sometime in a bar or on the street? Lance walked into the house quickly shaking his umbrella. "Damn, it's pouring out there?" Josh walked in from the other room. "Give that umbrella. Jacket, too." He took the items from Lance after Lance shrugged the wet jacket off his shoulders. "I ordered in today. I have it warming in the oven." Lance took a quick sniff and smiled. "Smells great. Let me go up and change out of this wet stuff, and I'll be back." Josh waved him away, as he walked back into the kitchen. "I'll have it ready soon." Lance returned to the dining room about ten miuntes later. The food was already out and Josh had poured each of them a glass of wine. Lance sat down and took a sip of his wine as he waited for Josh to join him. When he finally did sit down at his place at the table, Lance began to eat. "today was hellish. I think I might lose that one contract I was trying to get." "Sorry, Lance, but I might be able to help you there," josh said as he sipped his wine. "Yeah. How?" "Well, I met this guy down at the studio. Real nice kid. He came in with a friend of his to watch him record. Well, this friend pulls him into the studio with him after we were done. Tells him to sing, and I swear this kid sounded like an angel. Awesome voice, and it turns out he needs a manager." "Well, maybe that will work out. I would need to hear him first. Then I would have to see him. Not making any promises, gut I'll give him a listen." Josh jumped up and ran over to the CD player. "I was hoping you would say that cause I got him on CD." Lance laughed. "Does he know you did that?" Josh nodded. "Yeah. I told him I had someone that might be interested. Like I said real nice kid. You would like him. Got into town about six months back. Well, listen for yourself." Josh pushed played and music filled the room. The two men listened together for a few silent moments. When the music was done, Lance smiled. "you were right. I need to get this kid on with me. What is his name?" Josh walked back to the table and sat down. "Justin. Justin Timberlake." The smile froze on Lance's face at the name. He reached over and took a large sip of wine as he looked down at his plate. It couldn't be the same Justin. That was a common name. No way in hell that these men were the same. "So he sounds awesome. What does he look like?" "He's very good looking. Muscular. Tall. Curly brownish blonde hair. Had to wear a bandana the curls were so big." Shit.That was Justin. Right down to the bandana. Of course there paths would cross someday. With his luck, it was inevitable. How could he forget him and that one night if he signed him and had to see him all the time. How could he continue to keep that one night hidden from Josh? continue menu