Justin watched as JC left with Nick Carter. Nick fucking Carter, came to see him. Justin fucking Timberlake. What the fuck was with that?

Lance was still sitting next to him, and arm around his waist, palm pressed to his back rubbing soothing circles. "Justin, I think you should talk to him."

"Why?"

"You might like what he has to say."

Justin snorted. "Yeah. Sorry to hear your sick, but it's all good, cause now I'm the number one hottie in America. Oh yeah that's something I want to hear."

Lance couldn't believe what he was hearing. Justin was SO worried about being fake, and what people were thinking about him, and here he was talking about someone in his same position. Lance was furious. And it was time Justin Timberlake woke up and got a clue.

Pulling away from his younger bandmate, Lance stood and stared down at Justin. His eyes bright green, shining like they were on fire. Justin immediatly shut up and shrank back at the glare. His voice small, "Lance?"

"You have for the last, God knows how long, year tortured yourself, because you were "fake" and what people thought about you. You have in the last 2 weeks cried youself to sleep EVERY single night, worried what someone was saying about you. You have prided yourself on WANTING to find a true love. Only you can't look further then me. I'm sorry it didn't work out. I'm sorry I fell in love with Josh and not you. I'm sorry you feel you will never find love. Because you won't. You won't find it until you can stop being a hypercrite. You just sat here and DID EVERY SINGLE THING YOU FEAR!!! All because NICK FUCKING CARTER came to see if you were ok. YOU DON'T KNOW HOW HE FEELS. You don't want to find love Justin. If you did. You'd realize, that's i may love you yes, but it well never be the way you want me to. I do. I love you with all my heart and soul. But not as a lover. YOU have to get over it. If you don't you'll be stuck in this bed til the day you die. This may seem harsh, but you.. you.. God you sit here and cry your heart out to me about all this STUFF. Then you go and DO the SAME FUCKING then when a BACKSTREET BOY, big fucking deal, comes to wish you well and see how you are feeling. You worry people think you are fake. Well Justin. You just proved you were." Lance was red in the face. He was beyond upset. Justin was he best friend. His first in every aspect of the word. But he was totally being unrational at this point.

Justin just stared at him wide eyed, tears streaming down his face. If Lance thought he was fake, then it was true. He was. His voice was even smaller, as he looked down to the blankets covering his legs. "Lance?" Then he dissolved into sobs.

Lance closed his eyes counting to 10, before sitting back in his spot on the bed, and collecting the mess, that was Justin, into his lap and holding him close. Running his fingers through Justin's curls. His lips pressed to the boys temples. "Shhhh.. I'm sorry Justin. I.. I'm sorry. Shhhh.. I didn't mean it. I'm sorry. Shhhh."

Justin's hands were fisted in the sides of Lance's shirt, his face burried in the slightly older man's neck. His body aching from the heart wrenching sobs. "You.. You.. You.. wowowouldn't... have said it, if.. if you didn't mean it."

He continued to runs his hand through Justin's curls. "Shhhh Shh. Baby blue, listen ok. That's all I ask. Nick really cares about you. He was really upset, when I came back home. He was standing there debating whether or not to knock on the door. He was in tears. I talked to him for a long time. I wouldn't have let him in, if I thought he'd hurt you. God Just, next to JC your my life. I hate seeing you in so much pain. I would never say or do anything to hurt you. Or let anyone else for that matter. All I'm asking is to give him a chance. Let him talk to you. You might find something that could help you. After all, he did go through the samething, awhile back. With the hole eating disorder and all. He could probably help you out better then any of us could." Lance was rocking Justin slightly now, and the younger pop star had seemed to calm down.

Once again Justin had come to see Lance was right. He'd try to give next a chance. Nodding against Lance's shoulder, his hands going slack in Lance's shirt, before sliding around his waist and hugging him close. His face burried in his stomach. The tears still falling, but not as much now. "Ok. I'll talk to him. Just.. Just please don't leave me."

"I won't. I'm right here. Always." Lance finally rocked Justin to sleep, but he didn't stop. He just continued to hold the now smaller boy in his arms as he slept.