Chapter 6 Lance pulled away from JC. The moment he had been waiting for over the last six years had finally arrived, but instead of being ecstatically happy the JC had finally opened his eyes he wasn't. After all these years, JC finally had expressed an interest in him, but was it only because he had overheard him talking to Joey. Would he have come to this sudden realization on his own? JC watched Lance pace in front of him. He knew his mind was working. JC reached up and pulled on Lance's hand when he was within reach. "Lance..." Lance looked at down and the hand that held his and then back up to JC's face meeting his eyes. "Why now, Josh?" Josh looked down at Lance's hand. He didn't know how to answer Lance. 'Why now?' After a few moments of silence, Lance let JC's hand fall. "When you can answer that question Josh come talk to me." Lance turned around and walked over to the window of his room. Josh opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it. Instead he stood up, and walked over to the door leaving the room silently. Lance looked back after he heard the door click shut. He walked over to the phone, and dialed a number from memory. When the person answered, he didn't even say hello. "Joey, he knows," he whispered. After leaving Lance's room, JC went to his room and laid down falling asleep the minute his head hit the pillow. A while later he was woken up by someone pounding on his door. Groaning, he got off the bed. Before he even had the door to his room fully opened, Joey was pushing his way through it. "He asks you one thing and what do you do? SAY NOTHING! How stupid are you?" JC watched as Joey paced back and forth in front of him. "Joey, what do you say to that question?" Joey stopped. "I told you to keep your mouth shut about Lance. Do you know what you did to him by not saying anything?" JC ran his fingers through his hair putting his head down. "I'm sorry, Joey. You know I don't want to hurt Lance. Last thing I want to do. He has been my best friend for so long." Joey sat down on the bed. "Well, maybe that he is what he should stay. Maybe you two aren't supposed to be together. Just maybe you shouldn't have overheard him earlier." JC lifted his head. "No, Joey. I've been thinking about this all day. I don't know why I didn't notice this before. He is such a great guy. Whenever we are together, I am just happy you know." Joey nodded his head. "Yeah, I know, but why didn't you see that before." "I don't know, man. I guess I'm just stupid. I really could see myself with him though." Joey stood up walking over to the door. "Then you need to tell him that. No silence, cause if you stay silent then you will keep looking for someone when you don't need to. He has been here all along." Joey left the room leaving JC to his thoughts. The next morning Lance was the last one to come to breakfast in Joey's room. JC could tell he had not slept much. Well, neither had he. After Joey had left, he had spent the rest of the night sitting in bed thinking about Lance. The rest of the group noticed the tension between the two friends, but kept silent on it. Knowing that whatever it was would resolve itself. When Lance left the room leaving his food untouched, JC followed him out in the hall. "Lance, we need to talk." Lance turned to face him, but didn't say anything. Instead he went into his room closing the door in JC's face. JC stood on the other side reaching his hand up to knock, but changing his mind. Sighing, he went to his own room, and flopped into the bed. Reaching over, he grabbed his phone and dialed Joey's room. "I am going to need your help. He won't even talk to me." BACK MENU NEXT