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*Ring* "No..." *Ring* "Just..." *Ring* A tired hand reached over and grabbed the phone off the nightstand. "What?" Chris snapped. "Well I missed you too," Beverly said with a hint of annoyance for the mood of her son. "Mom?" Chris sat up and rubbed his face then looked at the alarm clock next to his bed. It was only nine in the morning. "What's wrong?" Chris questioned. Beverly sighed loudly. "Oh, nothing, I just thought that MAYBE you would want to spend time with your mother whom you never get to see anymore due to your widespread success." There was a pause. "But, nevermind, if you want to sleep all day in a hotel..." Chris struggled to keep himself from groaning and just hanging up. Were all mothers this sarcastic? "Mom, we were up last night and just didn't get up yet. We are still coming over-" "You were up partying? What have I told you five about that? I hope you're not drinking. You know what I feel about that. That's just what you don't need in your life now Christopher." "Mom, I'm gonna be late for the AA meeting." "Chris you are a lying creep, you know that?" Beverly laughed. "Fine, I'll let you go. But I want all of you here in time for lunch, understood?" "Yes mother," Chris replied. "Good. And don't act so happy Chris. It's not like we see each other everyday you know." "Sorry mom. I really am happy." "I know. I'll see you guys soon. I love you." "Love you too mom," Chris sighed. Then he hung up the phone and lay back down. As annoying as she got sometimes, he had never once disrespected her. By his book, women were to be treated with the utmost respect at all times. Call him old fashioned, but even being gay did nothing to wave that golden rule. With a sound mixed between a growl and a groan, Chris sat up. God, he did not want to get up. As he swung his legs off the side of the bed, his body protested every move. Chris winced as he stood, feeling his knee ache from being still too long. He had grown to detest that knee, cursing it for making him feel old and unable to keep up at times. It hurt from lack of movement and from too much, therefore making it extremely hard to go through a whole day pain free. The brace helped somewhat, and aspirin eased what his mind couldn't block out. After adjusting his boxers, Chris limped to the bathroom and prepared for a new day, whatever it might bring him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Joey walked up to Chris and threw his arm around the shorter man's shoulders. "So what's the game plan?" he asked. Chris finished chewing his pop tart and said, "Mom called already. She wants us to go over already." Joey looked at his watch. "Well what time did you want to see her?" he asked. Chris rolled his eyes. "Never." "Well we better get going now then," Joey smiled. There was a knock at the door and since Joey was leaning against it, he opened it. "Hey guys," J.C. greeted, walking in and looking around. Chris nodded his head and finished his pop tart. "Where is everyone?" J.C. asked. "When are we going?" Joey shut the door and answered for Chris, "I don't know where everyone else it and we're going as soon as they get here." "Oh," J.C. said simply as he sat down next to Chris. "Where's mine?" he asked, nodding towards the pop tart wrapper with a pat on Chris's knee. "Ow, God J.C., don't do that!" Chris exclaimed, jumping up and rubbing his knee. "Sorry, I forgot," J.C. apologized. "It giving you trouble again?" "Always," Chris replied, digging up another pack of pop tarts and throwing them to J.C. Suddenly there was a single knock and the door flew open, causing Joey to stumble towards the center of the room. Justin stepped inside, sporting blue sunglasses and a bandanna. "Wazzup homies?" he beamed, walking past Joey. "First of all," Joey said, straightening, "We are not 'homies' and second, don't you know how to knock?" Justin turned and looked at Joey. "Come again?" "Nevermind," Joey sighed, shaking his head. "Are we leaving yet?" Justin whined. "I got things to do and places to go." The others laughed. "Justin," Chris started, "I don't know where you think you're going to go in this town, but I promise you it won't be very exciting." Justin sighed and sat on the bed beside J.C. "Fine. I GUESS I'll go with you guys." "Where's Lance?" "Nobody knows." "He didn't like, get drunk on that sissy hard lemonade did he? Because he'd like, have to drink the whole damn 24 pack," Justin said, then began laughing at his own visualization. As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. Joey looked at the others hesitantly before opening the door, revealing a tired looking Lance. "Hey guys, am I late?" he asked, walking past Joey with a small smile. "Not really," Chris answered, picking at his knee brace through his jeans. "We were just waiting for you." "Oh," Lance replied. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence before he spoke up, "Well are we ready to go now?" he asked. Chris looked up at Joey. "Yeah, I guess we better before mom gets freaked and calls again." "Moms are suppose to get freaked," J.C. smiled as they got their things together. Chris smiled and tried to believe that as they walked down the hall towards the elevator. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Chris, relax. You're making me tense." "Sorry Joey, I just can't help it. What if-" "Chris, don't think about that. Everything will be fine. She's your mother." Chris sighed. That's exactly what was scaring him. She was his mother, the one and only. He knew his mother as good as anyone knew their mother. So why was this doubt still in the back of his mind? His stomach was tight with tension. "We're here," Justin announced, looking out the window at the fairly small cream colored house. Chris looked around Joey and saw his mother and Taylor outside, washing the black PT Crusier Chris bought her. They had the same taste, and once Beverly rode in Chris's red Crusier, she fell in love with it. Chris managed a smile at that thought. Joey pulled up into the driveway, parking beside Chris's mother and little sister. Beverly dropped the hose and met her son as he stepped out of the Acura. "Chris! You're here!" "I'm here," he smiled, letting himself be pulled into a hug. Justin was at his side, waiting for his hug from his second mom. But before Beverly released Chris, Taylor flung herself in his arms. "Justin! You came home!" J.C. laughed and kneeled down beside Justin. "Where's my hug? Don't you like me anymore?" Taylor released Justin and hugged J.C. "I like you, silly," she smiled. Joey placed a hand on Chris's shoulder and smiled at Beverly. "I hope we didn't keep you waiting." "No you didn't, not that long at least. I called Chris, what, three hours ago? Beverly replied with a hint of sarcasm. Then a smile spread over her. "So how are you guys?" she asked, looking over her four adopted sons. "We're fine Bev, thanks for inviting us over," J.C. smiled. "Hey, you're my boys. You're welcome here anytime, if you feel like coming back to Pennsylvania." "I try to, but for some reason the big body guard type people grab me and make me sing and stuff," Justin smiled. "Wouldn't know why," Lance teased. Beverly patted Chris's arm. "Well what do you say we go in for lunch? I wouldn't want you guys getting spotted and having you stuck in the house for you whole stay." Chris watched suspiciously as a car slowed down while driving down. Normally he wouldn't have minded, but he would always be protective of his mother and family. "Yeah, let's go in now," he said, putting an arm around Beverly as they walked inside with the others. |
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