Chapter 3 JC sighed and looked up at Lance from his spot on the bed. "Do you think he is out there for me, Lance?" Lance lay down on the bed next to his friend and leaned his head on his open palm. "He's out there, Jayce. You just need to open your eyes and see him." JC closed his eyes. "It isn't that easy, Lance." Yawning,  Josh stretched his arms above his head. "I'm so darn tired, man. Tired of the tour. Tired of the fans. Tired of coming back to my room to sleep alone." "But you have so much, Jayce." Opening his eyes, Josh frowned. "Everything I have. The cars. The money. The fame. It doesn't mean anything to me if I'm alone. If I don't have someone to share it all with what is the worth of having it." Yawning again, JC let his eyes flutter shut again. "I'm going to crash here, ok? Too tired to deal with going back to my room." Lance inwardly groaned. Him and JC sleeping in the same room together. It is something they had done before, but it had been awhile. "Sure, Jayce." Lance stood up and turned off the light. The only light in the room coming from the glow of the television set still on mute. Lance watched as JC situated himself in the large bed pulling up the covers to his chin after taking off his t-shirt and jeans. Lance watched as JC quickly fell asleep. The way JC could just close his eyes and be instantly asleep almost anywhere always amazed him. Lance stripped down to his own boxers, and lay on the bed next to his friend.  He turned on his side, and watched JC's chest slowly rise and fall with each breath he took. He reached out carefully and let a finger trace JC's bicep gently trying to wake the sleeping man. "Beautiful," he whispered. Lance continued to watch JC until his eyes finally drooped close from exhaustion. The next morning woke up and felt an infamiliar presence in his bed. It was then that he remembered the night before. Opening his eyes, he looked over smiling when he saw JC still asleep next to him. A guy could get use to waking up like this. It was at this thought Lance's smile turned into a frown. 'Don't get used to it, Bass!' Lance climbed out of bed and walked over to the bathroom. Taking a quick shower, he walked back out fifteen minutes later to find Josh sitting up in bed. "Morning, Lance," he said yawning. "Morning," Lance walked over to his suitcase and pulled out fresh clothes. He turned to see Josh getting out of bed before stumbling towards the room door. When he opened it, he found Joey standing on the other side poised to knock. Joey looked at JC and quickly over to Lance before speaking. "Hey, guys. I was just coming to get you next but I guess you saved me the trip. Breakfast in Justin's in ten." JC nodded. "Yeah, I'll be there. Need a shower first. Thanks, Lance." JC walked by Joey as he walked into the room closing the door. "So did you tell him?" Lance groaned as he pulled a shirt over his head. "No, Joey, I did not tell him anything." Joey sat on the edge of the bed reaching out to his friend on the arm. "Dummy. You need to tell him how you feel. You never know, man, he just might love you to you know." Lance sighed. "Doubtful." "You'll never know unless you tell him." Lance sat down on the bed and lowered his head onto his hands. "I want to tell him. I really do, but if I do it could change everything. On the other side of the wall, Josh let himself slide down to the floor. 'Lance loves me?' BACK MENU NEXT