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.

 

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