Lance shuts the door, turns around and puts Busta on the floor. JC comes up to him and takes Lance's face into his hands.

"I've been wanting to do this all day." He leans in and gently brushes his lips over Lance's pale pink lips.

"Hmm. That's nice. I've been thinking about that very thing too."

"So what did you want to talk about?" JC says.

"Hmm. I'm just worried about the guys. I think we should tell them that we're gonna try…" Lance trails off.

JC walks over to the bed, throws his bag down and starts digging through it. "I think the guys, at least Joey, have already started figuring us out. I don't want to hide 'us' from the guys, Lance. I don't want to hide whatever this is we have from anybody, but I also know we can't let the fans or press find out. I think we should tell the guys right away."

Lance walks over, wraps his arms around JC's waist and says, "Thanks. You always seem to know what I want to say before I say it. How do you do that?"

"I think it's just because we think allot alike. I'm not gonna hide from the guys. It's gonna be hard enough just keeping it from the outside world I don't want the added stress of trying to keep it from them too." JC answers.

"Neither do I. I think I'm gonna take a shower. You think you can keep an eye on those two for a few minutes?"

"Sure. But you gotta do something for me first."

"What?"

"Come here."

Lance walks back over, "What?"

"You didn't give me a kiss, before you walked away," JC pouts.

"Oh, I'm sorry." He leans in and kisses JC gently on the lips. "That better?"

"Mmmhmm. Much. Thank you."

"My pleasure. Now keep them two out of trouble."

"Hey rat?" Busta says.

"What? And quit calling me rat." Dirk snaps.

"What is going on with them? They got something going between the sheets or what?"

"What? No. You! They're in Looove with each other, and just figured it out."

"Soooo. What's the big deal? Why they gotta hide it from these 'fan' things and that 'press' thing?"

"I don't know. Maybe we'd understand it better if we knew what a 'fan' or a 'press' was. Oh, shit here he comes."

"Hey little fella, how you doing? You feeling better now? Why don't you come up here and see if you like any of these other boas I got?" JC states as he lifts Dirk up and places him on the bed.

Busta scoots over by JC's leg and whines, "Me too. Can I go up there too?"

"What's the matter boy? You feeling left out? Well, normally I wouldn't do this but since you and little Dirk here seem to be pretty close I'll let you on the bed. Lance comes out of the shower though and you gotta get down. He'll flip a lid if he sees you on the bed." JC says as he picks Busta up and puts him on the bed next to Dirk.

"Thank you, thank you. I think I'm liking this guy. He seems pretty cool to me."

"Yeah, I don't know what those chinchillas were talking about. He seems pretty cool. Oooh. Look at all those furry things. I'm really gonna like this guy."

"Hey, Dirk?"

"Yeah, Busta?"

"Umm. You got any idea what that thing is over there by the wall? It looks kinda like a bear or something. I'm scarred."

"Huh? What thing? What are you…" Dirk trails off as he sees JC's fur coat from the VMA's hanging in the closet. "Wow. I don't know, but I'm thinking if it were a bear. JC wouldn't still be here. I'm pretty sure even humans are afraid of bears man."

"Well, what is it then?"

"I don't know. I'll check it out later. Right now I wanna check out all these fluffy things right here on the bed. I can really and truly understand why Lance loves this guy. He has the best taste. Check these things out. I wonder if he'd let you have one."

"I don't want one of those things. What the hell would I do with it? What are you doing? Get that thing off me? Oooh, that is nice and soft. I bet that would make a really nice pillow."

"Oh, you want one too, Busta? That's cool. I don't know what Chris is gonna say when he sees you with it but it's yours if you want it little one." JC says with a laugh.

"Well, I'm glad you're making them feel right at home there, Jayce." Lance states from the doorway.

"Yeah, well. Dirk took this one and drapped it over Busta. You should have seen him. It was so cute. It was almost like he was trying to make him relax a bit. He's so cute, nothing like those rats you got in the bus. I'm so glad you don't bring them into the hotel any more. I don't think I'd be able to sleep in the same room with them things."

"Jayce, hon. They're not rats, they're chinchillas. And they are just as cute as Dirk is. You're just scarred of them."

"I'm not scarred of them. I just don't like them. Dirk's cool, I like him."

"Oh, my God. What have you two done to my dog? What the hell is he doing with that thing?" Chris squeals from the bedroom doorway.

"Um, thanks for knocking man." Lance states.

"Yeah, relax man. He's just playing with Dirk. We didn't do anything to him. Dirk did that. He drapped that thing right over Busta and then they started playing. He can keep it if he wants, I don't mind. Not like I'm gonna wear it now with drool all over it anyway." JC says.

"No dog of mine is gonna play with feather boas. It might be ok for that 'rat' to play with but not my dog." Chris shouts as he grabs Busta and heads for the door. "Come on boy, let's go play with you're toys."

"Well, excuse me. I didn't know it was a crime for dogs to play with these things." Dirk sneers. "Don't worry Busta, just make sure the door is open a bit and I'll bring it over later, K?"

"K. Thanks Dirk." Damn, I can't believe we are actually becoming friends this is just getting crazy.

I can't believe he freaked out about Busta playing with these things. I love them to death. They're nice and fluffy, and they keep me very warm. I'll just stroll over later and take Busta his. I wonder if I can hide it from these two before they notice it's missing.

"Hmm," JC starts. "Lance, you do realize you're standing in the doorway to the bathroom in a towel right?"

"Yeah, your point being?" Lance cocks an eyebrow.

"Well. Do you have any idea how sexy you are standing there like that?" JC states, walking slowly over to Lance.

Nope, don't think they'll notice a thing. They seem pretty busy at the moment.

"Jayce? What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna kiss you and then I'm gonna go take a shower. That cool with you?"

"Um, yeah." Lance stammers. "That sounds like a great idea."

"Good." JC tips Lance's chin up and kisses him lightly. "Be out in a few. K? Don't let Dirk take too many of my boa's ok?"

"Alright. I'll try to keep him to a minimum of three."

"K."

JC goes into the bathroom. Lance grabs his suitcase, throws it on the bed, grabs some clothes and starts getting dressed. "Now, where did Dirk go? Dirk? Where you at little fella? Come on? Where'd you go?"

"Hey, I'm right here man, chill. Could you tell me what the hell a "Fan" is? Or how about this "Press" thing? Is that what all that noise was out there when we got off the bus? You gotta start talking man."

"What's the matter? You not happy with your new toys? That's ok, I'll get you some more stuff to play with later alright?"

Great! The only one that understands me is the human stick, and he's in there taking a shower. Whatever the hell that is? I'm getting so confused and I'm really needing a newspaper or something. I gotta go. "Hey, you. [He scratches at Lance's leg] Dude, I gotta go pee. Where am I supposed to take care of my business at?"

"What is it now Dirk? Go play with your boa's. I got work to do." Lance reaches down and drapes the boa across Dirk's back.

"Hey, Lance? I just thought of something," JC states emerging from the bathroom amid a cloud of steam.

"Hmm? What's that Jayce?" Lance asks.

"Um, could you look at me for a minute? This might be important and I don't want you to just agree with me to get me to shut up."

Lance looks up with a puzzled expression on his face, "Ok, what is it?"

"Well, I was just thinking. When was the last time Dirk… Um… Well,"

"Jayce, will you just spit it out already? You know I have all this paperwork to go through before we leave."

"Fine. When was the last time Dirk took a shit?"

"Oh, God! I have no idea."

"Well, I'm thinking the poor fella might have to go sometime. I mean look at him. He almost looks like he's trying to hold it in." JC walks over to Dirk, picks him up, "You hold on just a couple more minutes alright? I'll figure something out. Lance, can he use the toilet? Or should I put something on the floor or what? Damn, he's your pet and I'm taking care of him. I knew you didn't need any more critters." JC mumbles.

"What was that?"

"I said he's your pet. Don't you know how to do this? What do I need to do here? Baron kinda lets me know when he's gotta go, and he's a bit easier to take care of."

"I don't know. Try putting some papers down in the bathroom."

"Ok. Thanks. Come on Dirk. Let's see if we can figure something out for you. What do you say?"

"Sounds good to me man, but you better hurry up. I don't think I can hold it for much longer."

"Ok, there you go. I'll just close the door a bit to give you a bit of privacy. K?"

"Aww. That is so much better. Thank you Jayce. You're a life-saver. I thought my eyes were gonna start floating. Ok. I'm done. You can open the door now. [He scratches the door.]"

JC opens the door, "Wow, I guess you did have to go huh? Alright go on, I guess I'll clean up the mess. Don't see him leaving his precious laptop any time soon."

"Yes, I feel a lot better now. Now. What to do with myself? Let me see. Hmm. Jayce seems a bit upset with Lance. Perhaps if I bother Lance enough he'll stop working and spend some time with Jayce."

"Dirk. Go play. I gotta get this stuff done. Now go on. Damn it Dirk. Bring that back here."

"Dirk? What are you doing? Bring that here?" JC states as Dirk flies past him.

Dirk turns on his heel and returns to JC's side. "I was just bringing it to you. I thought maybe you could help him or something. Sorry, I won't do it again."

"Bad, Dirk. You can't run off with Lance's stuff like that. These papers are important. Bad. Dirk."

"Hey, I said I was sorry. I was just trying to get him to pay attention to you a little bit."

"Alright, now go play with your boa's. I'm gonna see if I can do something productive here." JC pats Dirk's little back and walks over to Lance, "You know if you gave him a little attention he might not have stole that piece of paper from you."

"I know Jayce, but I really need to get these papers done. As soon as they're done, I'll spend time with him and you. I promise."

JC gives Lance a peck on the cheek, "That's fine with me, but you're gonna have to spend a little time with him Lance. I swear he thinks I'm his owner and I'm not all that sure Baron is gonna want him in the same house. He might think Dirk is a afternoon snack or something, you know?"

"Yeah, I know. I will. I only have a couple more pages of this contract to look through and then I'm done Ok?"

"Ok. I'm gonna see if I can think of anything to write."

"Boy you two are a couple of wet socks. I'm gonna go see if I can find Busta. Maybe he'll want to play or something. Hey Busta? Where you at?"

"I'm over here. The curly haired freak keeps pinning me down. I'm gonna bite his foot in a minute. I swear. You gotta help me figure out a way to get even with him."

"Just poop in his shoes or something man, or bite him. I am soo bored. Let's go play or something."

"Play! Play what? What you got to play with? All they got me was this stupid ball."

"I don't know. I'm sure we can find something. Hey what is that? Oooh. Look. That guy with the weird hair is eating something. Come on, let's go see if we can get something from him."

"Cool. Food. I'm starved man."