Over the next few days, JC stayed away from Justin and
Lance as much as he possibly could. Whenever he was alone in the same room with
the two men, Justin would send him death looks. If looks could kill, JC would
besix feet under already. Lance didn't look as upset as Justin. He even spoke
to JC once when Justin wasn't with them, but JC didn't want to talk. He just
sat back and watched the two of them when they were all together. Lance and
Justin were really happy together. He could see it now when before his
judgement had been clouded with his own lust for Lance.
The day
after the incident at the after party, Lance and Justin had sat down with the
rest of the group and told them about them being together. Chris had giggled
waving his hand. "We already know that, guys. Tell us something we don't
know."
After
that, JC knew whatever chance he wanted would Lance would never happen. Lance
loved Justin. He would never look at him the same way he looked at Justin.
He
sighed as he got out of his bunk. Scratching his stomach, he made his way to
the back of the bus. Stopping in the doorway, he recognized Lance and Justin
sitting on the couch with the television on low. Lance was laying against
Justin's chest with his head on Justin's shoulder. JC let out another soft
sigh, as he began to turn back towards the bunks.
"JC,
you can stay. We're just watching TV," Lance said.
JC
looked back and forth between his two friends. "No, it's okay. I don't
think Justin would want me to stay."
"It's
okay, Jayce. I'm not mad at you anymore. You can watch this movie with us. You
would like it."
JC
scratched his head as he walked back over to the couch. He watched as Lance
lifted his feet from the couch, so JC could sit. Once JC was seated, Lance
placed his feet on JC's leg. JC glanced down with a smile before turning his
attention to the movie. They watched the movie in silence until they credits
rolled. JC stretched with a yawn. He looked over at the two men on the other
side of the couch and opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it. He knew
what he wanted to say, but he didn't think it was what his friends wanted to
hear. He ran his hand through his hair before turning towards them. Lance was
falling asleep as Justin ran his hand up and down his hair. "I'm sorry
about what happened. I know I shouldn't hve tried to do what I did."
"It's
okay, Jayce. Like I said I am no longer mad at you. You've been my best friend
forever, and we cannot let something like this get in the way of our
friendship."
"You
two are so in love. I just want something like that to."
"You'll
find it," Lance mumbled.
JC
laughed softly. "Get him to bed, Justin. I'll talk to you guys
tomorrow." JC moved Lance's legs from his lap, and made his way back to
his bunk listening to Justin rouse Lance. He smiled as he lay in his bunk. When
they both returned to their bunks minutes later, both Lance and Justin
whispered good-night. JC knew he would always want Lance, but as long as he and
Justin would happy, he would stay in the background content in knowing that he
could still be his friend.
THE END