Author's POV

Josh quietly followed Joey into the house. Looking around and frowning at the dead silence he was met with. There was always some kinda noise in the house. Looking over to Joey he saw the frown on his friends face, and he knew he had to go face Lance.

He quietly made his way up the stairs and down the hall to his room. Taking a deep breath, before knocking softly, then letting himself in. Feeling his heart jerk at the sight of their room looking like a tornado disaster. His eyes slowly moved over to Lance, sitting at the bay window, legs pulled to his chest, head against the window. Tears still streaming down his face.

Josh slowly walked over to Lance, sitting across from him, careful not to step on any glass. "Lance."

Lance didn't say a word or look his way.

"Baby please talk to me."

"You left me." His voice barely a whisper.

"I'm sorry. I.. I didn't know what to say God Lance, my best friend was asking one night with the man I love." Looking to his hands, and playing with the ring on his left hand, twirling it and pulling it on and off. "He's also your ex and it's just not something I could deal with."

Lance stood and walked away from Josh, crawling back into their bed, pulling the covers over his head.

The knock on the door ending whatever conversation there was going to be. Joey poked his head in. "Can yall come downstairs please?"

JC pushed himself off of the window seat, casting a look to Lance, before slipping past Joey and headed down the stairs. Lance didn't budge.

"Lance." Joey's voice calm and soothing, his hand pressed to the small of Lance's back rubbing lightly. "Come on man, I promise everything will be ok kiddo."

Siging, Lance let Joey unfold him and pull him from the comforts of his bed. He straightened out his jammie pants, and hooded sweatshirt. Joey's arm his sorce of strenght as they made it down the stairs. He refused to look at Josh and he refused to look at Justin.

Curling up in the very corner of the love seat, pulling his knees to his chest tightly, arms around them securely. Joey sat next to him, rubbing his shoulders gently.

Justin watched from the couch across from Lance, somewhat leaning into Nick's side. Frowning at the sight of Lance. //He looks like shit.\\ He quickly looked to his hands, before anyone could catch him staring at Lance.

JC sat on the other side of Nick watching Lance closely. Hating the look of defeat in his eyes. And knowing the reason behind it was his own fault. Sighing JC went back to playing with the ring on his finger.

Chris sat on the arm of the love seat Joey and Lance were on. His hand occasionally running through Lance's hair. Lance's head resting on his thigh.

Joey cleared his throat and all eyes, but Lance's turned to him. "I think we have a few things to discuss." His hand still rubbing at Lance's back.

Chris looked around the room, frowning at the nonresponsive group. "Ok I'll go first."

All eyes shifted to him. "Justin you need to stop acting the way you are. Don't. You can talk when I'm finished." Justin recoiled, sitting back into the couch. "Josh and Lance have done nothing BUT put their relationship on hold for YOU, and you break it by asking for one night with Lance. That's just not right. Lance sat in your bed the whole time you were in the hospital.. because Josh let him. Lance has slept every night in your bed HOLDING you.. because Josh let him. What makes it even worse is that your not as weak or frail as you let them see you. When they are out of the house, and you think your alone, you are up and walking around, doing things yourself. But the minute LANCE walks into a room or the house, you can barely hold your head up by yourself."

Justin brought a hand up and wiped a tear away, now looking to the floor. Nick snaked his arm around Justin's waist, rubbing lightly at his side, holding him close.

"Josh has proved that he has been your best friend over the years, but letting you cling to Lance, like he was your personal rag doll and then you go and blow it by making the BOLDEST move in history. By breaking all codes of best friends. And that was asking to have that night with Lance. That was stepping over the line and I don't even see how you could think to even dare to ask." Chris voice was calm, something not so Chris like. His fingers still playing in the silky strands of Lance's hair.

"Don't you think your being a little unfair?"

Chris met Nick's gaze.

"I mean if yall hadn't babied him for the last 6 years of his life, he wouldn't be so dependent on you guys."

"If it was US GUYS he was dependent on it wouldn't be a problem, the problem is he's depending on LANCE. And it's not the dependent part. It's the asking for one night with a guy he knows is very much happy and in love with his best friend."

Lance brushed the hand from his head, and his back. Standing up he looked around the room. "Fuck. ju.. just let it go ok.. shit." And left the room, the slamming of a drawer in the kitchen echoing through the room, then the slamming of the back door.

Josh stayed put. As did everyone else. Finally Justin stood up and slowly made his way through the kitchen, and out the back door. Taking a seat next to Lance on the steps, pulling his knees up to his chest. REaching over and plucking the Menthol light out of Lance's hand. Taking a puff and looking out into the backyard.

Lance lit another and gave no attention to Justin sitting next to him. His elbows resting on his thighs, head in his hands, bringing one down on occasion to take a puff of the cigarette.

"I'm sorry. I know you've given up alot for me, and I ruined that by asking for that night. I.. I just.. I wasn't even thinking about sex when I asked. I just wanted one night to be us.. you know me and you where I could see that I was really over you and that it was really in the past." Justin's voice was barely audible. Soft floating around with the light windy night. Taking a puff, exhaling. "An.. And now I've ruined your relationship with Josh, and I SERIOUSLY did not intend to do that.. God I only WISH I could find a love like yalls." He brushed a tear away with the sleeve of his shirt.

"So your staying with Nick now?"

Justin gave a small nod. "I.. I don't want too, but I don't want to stay at my house alone.. I.. I thought it might be better if I left."

"What would be better is that you get better." Lance flicked his ashes, taking another puff, before leaning over and stubbing it out on the stairs, then tossing it into the small butt bucket. Doing the same with Justin's when he was finished. "I might be pissed at you, but your still my best friend."

Justin, nodded, resting his cheek to his knee. "I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing."

Justin nodded again, going to say sorry again, but stopped at the look on Lance's face.

Lance gave a small smile, wrapping his arm around Justin and pulling him closer. Justin caught off balance, practically fell into his lap. Wiggling around some, that his head rest on Lance's shoulder, unwrapping his arms around his legs, and wrapping them around Lance's waist.

Lance brushed the curls back from Justin's face, and placing a kiss to his temple. "Things are going to be different, but I want you to move back into the house."

"What about Josh?"

"What about him? He left me."

"He.. He was just upset, he didn't leave you."

"He didn't let me explain my answer, he took it upon himself to guess what I'd do. He said that I needed to work my feelings out, make sure it was him I love and not you. He left."

Justin frowned slightly. Leaning his head back some so he could look up to Lance. "You can't just give up." His voice a whisper.

"Just let it go Justin ok. He left."

Justin sighed, knowing better then to argue with Lance. He looked back over the backyard. Thoughts of what he could do to get Lance and Josh back together