JC went
back to the hotel, and climbed into bed. The rehearsal had run long, and it had
been a long day. All he bothered to do was strip off his pants, and shoes before
sliding between the cool sheets. He lay in bed thinking about the little seeds
of doubt he had planted in Lance's head. Justin going off with Britney had
worked to his advantage, as had Justin not telling Lance that he knew about
them.
Lance
would continue to think about Justin and Britney until it began to really
bother him. That is just the way he was. Once he reached a certain point, he
would confront Justin, they would fight, and they would break up. At least that
is what he wanted to happen.
JC fell
asleep only to be awoken sometime later by the sounds of someone pounding on
his room door. He got out of bed rubbing his eyes of sleep as he walked over to
it. Opening it just a crack, he peered into the hallway seeing Justin standing
there for a moment before he pushed open the door stomping into JC's room.
"Well, hello to you too, Justin."
Justin
turned towards him eyes blazing. He walked towards JC pushing him against the
now closed room door. "What fucking game are you playing, JC?"
"Whatever
do you mean, Justin."
Justin
growled as he punched the wall next to JC's head. "You know damn well what
I mean. What was that little talk you had with Lance about?"
JC
pushed Justin back walking back towards his bed. "We were just
talking."
Justin
laughed. "Bullshit. You telling him how perfect Britney and I are
together. You know Brithey and I aren't really together. It's me and Lance that
are the happy couple, and yet you talk to him just as if you didn't even know
that. So tell me JC what kind of game are you fucking playing here?"
JC
shrugged his shoulders. "What makes you think I am playing games? I was
just having a discussion with my friend. I am sorry if you thought I was out of
bounds."
Justin
moved in front of JC grabbing at the t-shirt JC was wearing. "Let me tell
you something, JC. We've been friends a long time, but if you screw up what
Lance and I have in any way, I will hurt you, and fuck our friendship. You
understand me?"
JC
nodded his head. "I would never do anything that would mess up what you
two have. You really love each other. Anybody can clearly see that just by
looking at you two."
"I
do love him, and I know he loves me." Justin let go of JC's shirt.
"Just don't play any games with him, or you will have to answer to me."
Justin walked towards the door of the room. He turned towards JC again, but
kept silent leaving the dark room.
JC sat
down on his bed with a soft chuckle. Maybe things aren't so perfect between
them if Lance couldn't even wait one night before telling Justin what he had
said. Maybe it wouldn't be as hard as he thought to get Lance away from the
golden boy.