Note: Not in JC's pov. Author's pov.

Lance woke a few hours later, frowning when he found himself alone. Scanning the room for Josh, finding nothing. Crawling from the bed, he noticed the closet doors open. A few of Josh's things missing, along with his duffle. Lance slowly sank to the ground, his heart shattering to a million pieces. Tears streaming down his face. "He left." His voice a mere whisper.

~*~*

Nick sat in the corner of the room, curled in the oval shaped popason chair. Watching Justin.

Justin, trying hard to ignore Nick, but can't help but glancing every so often to the other blonde singer.

Both jumping at the sounds of things shattering against the wall, and thumps.

Justin tried to get out of bed, not getting very far. Nick was at his side in no time. Helping him back in bed. "I'll go."

Justin just laid back, jumping again at the loud thump, then shatter sound coming from Lance and Josh's room.

~*~*

Nick quietly made his way down the hall, pushing the door open quietly. "Lance."

Lance whirled around, sadness, and rage shining through his green orbs. His cheeks flushed. He was surrounded by broken glass, shattered frames, broken clocks. The room was a mess. Clothes were ripped from the closet, and thrown around the room.

"Nick, go home." Lance pushed past him, and stomped down to Justin's room. Slamming the door once there.

Justin jumped, and looked up to Lance. Frowning at the tears streaming down his face, along with the anger shining through his eyes. "Lancey."

"Shut up and listen."

Justin recoiled, curling up in the bed. His eyes staying with Lance.

"I told you, that you had to get over this shit Justin. I love you I do, but I don't love you like I love Josh. I'm sorry, I wish it could be different. But it's not. I wanna help you, I do, but if you keep this shit up, I'm sending you back to the hospital. I can't keep doing it. Fuck Justin, you chased Josh away." Lance crumbled to the floor, pulling his knees to his chest, head burried in his knees, as he sobbed silently. He pulled his head back wiping at his eyes, elbows resting on his bent knees, hands in his hair now. "He was the one helping me through this, he kept pushing me towards you, willing to do anything to help you get better, cause your his best friend. But there are certain lines you just don't cross."

Justin had his own tears streaming down his face. This is the second time Lance had lashed out, but the first wasn't as bad as seeing the man he loved crumbled into a pile of sobs, because of him. "Lance I'm sorry." His voice sounding like a broken child.

"No, sorry isn't going to cut it anymore Justin." Lance pushed himself up on wobbly legs. "You have to cut it out Justin. Let the past go. You promised me you'd let it go and try getting to know Nick better, and the first thing you do when you notice he's in the same room with you is scream in his face. I'm tired of it Justin. And now I've lost the one person I love more then my whole life." Lance shook his head, wiping the tears away. "I can't Justin. I can't. I'm sorry." Lance turned to the door, his hand resting on the knob.

"Please Lance, wait. Don't, please don't I need you."

"No, what you need is to let go. I love you Justin, and I always with love you. But the love I have for you isn't good enough for you. I'm sorry." The door slammed silently behind him as he made his way to his and Josh's room.

Justin fell to the bed, burrying his face in his pillow, the tears falling harder now that Lance was gone. He heard his door click open, but didn't bother. He knew it wasn't Lance so he didn't care. The bed sank in under the weight of the person, and there was a gentle hand running through his curls. Blinking up through his tears, he saw Nick staring down at him.

"You ok?"

Justin just shook his head, before laying back down, staring at the picture of him and Lance on the nightstand, chewing on his bottom lip. Looking back up at Nick.

"Can you take me back to my house?" His voice small.

Nick nodded. "Sure, if that's what you want."

Justin nodded, but said, "How about yours instead?"

"Ok." Nick stood packing Justin's clothes up, leaving the room the way it was. He then scooped Justin up in his arms and made his way out to his car. Settling Justin in.

They then made their way to Nick's house.

~*~*

Lance laid in the middle of his and Josh's bed, sobbing into Josh's pillow. His whole body ached, with a pain he'd never in his life expierenced. Praying for everything in God's power to make it go away.

He finally cried himself to sleep, but even in his sleep, the tears still fell down his cheeks.