Date: Thu, 05 Apr 2001 11:05:33 -0400 From: TheReturn OfSaturn Subject: A Thin Line Between Love And Hate/Chapter 3 Okay. Here is chapter three. I've been awake all night...This is ridiculous...I need to get some sleep...I can't believe my sleeping pattern lately...its gotten all kinds of screwed up. I MUST get some sleep! Official Disclaimer: I do not know N*SYNC nor do I know anyone who does know them. This is fiction. Not based in any truth. (That I know of, but one can wish right?) Feedback is appreciated Chapter Three: A Thin Line Between Love And Hate ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The guys had been on tour for 3 months now. They were looking forward to a vacation in two weeks. They would have two weeks off and then it was back on the road for the European leg of the No Strings Attached Tour. It had been a month and a half since Lance's announcement. Everyone seemed okay with Lance being gay, but not everyone was. Actually, Justin was the only one having a problem with it. He didn't care that Lance was gay. He had a problem with how the announcement had made him start looking at Lance in a whole new light. It was really pissing him off, and the strain was starting to show. For the most part the other guys' were oblivious to Justin's growing irritability. They just chalked it up to Justin getting diva-ish. But Lance knew that something was seriously wrong. He assumed that Justin had a problem with him being gay, and that was pissing Lance off too. Lance walked to the back of the bus. "Hey Just. Time to get up" Lance called quietly while sliding aside the privacy curtain on Justin's bunk. "We're at the hotel." "Alright, I'll be there in a minute" Justin said tiredly. "Hey man, hurry up! There are tons of girls outside and Lonnie wants you to stick close to the rest of us! You know how your honey's swarm you!" Lance joked cheerfully. "Jesus Christ!! Can't I get a minute here? I said I'd be there in a minute!" Justin yelled angrily. The venom in Justin's voice startled Lance. He was surprised and a little hurt too. This lashing out just proved to him that Justin had a problem with him. Justin never acted like this to the other guys. "Hey man, chill out. What the hell is your problem anyway?" Lance said quietly. "My problem is not getting to have two seconds of privacy. So get the hell off my ass!" Justin shrieked. "Oh shit! I did not just say something to Lance about my ass!" Justin mentally berated himself as he felt the blood rush to his groin. He shifted uncomfortably in the bunk. His cock was rock hard and throbbing within two seconds. "Fine, be a dick-head!" Lance yelled back. Lance stalked away, trying to escape not only Justin, but also the thoughts that swirled in his head at the mention of asses and dick-heads. "Why do I think these things about Lance all of a sudden? Why can't I stop?" Justin groaned to himself as he slid out of his bunk, readjusting himself in the baggy jeans he wore. Time to get the show on the road. Time to smile and sign autographs and pretend he was as happy as he was beautiful. It seemed so ridiculous to him sometimes. The whole thing was so surreal. He walked to the front of the bus where the rest of the group was waiting for him. "Finally, Curly...we were starting to think your bunk swallowed you" laughed Joey. The other guys chuckled, except for Lance who just turned and stared straight ahead. The guys filed out of the bus to screams of excitement. Ash the fans! All had smiles pasted on as they ran through the gamut (getting into a hotel with fans around...it felt like an obstacle course) When they finally extricated themselves from the crowd half an hour later, after signing countless autographs and posing for numerous pictures, they made their way into the lobby of the hotel. "Hey guys. I'm sorry I forgot to tell you" Lance started as they headed to the reception desk, "but management screwed up somehow so there are only three rooms." "Aww crap. I can already see that I'm gonna get stuck with Chris. He snores bad, man. It's this weird seal like noise. I don't wanna room with him!!" Joey yelled in disappointment. "Hey! I do NOT snore!" Chris stated emphatically. "I breathe hard." "Loud is an understatement and you know it! Its okay Joey, I'll room with you" JC said helpfully. "Sides, I don't wanna stay in the same room as Chris either!" "Thanks a lot! I love you too!" Chris said sarcastically as he clutched Busta to him. "I should get the single room! Busta here needs space!" "Yeah, your dog snores as much as you do!" Joey laughed uproariously. He really cracked himself up sometimes. "Okay then Lance! Its settled. Joey and I will share, Chris and his flea ridden mutt gets the single and you and Justin will take the other room" JC said authoritatively. "Hey! That's bullshit! My dog is not flea ridden and he's certainly not a mutt! You don't talk about Busta that way. He'll kick your ass!" Chris yelled while trailing Joey and JC as they got onto the elevator. Both Lance and Justin wanted to protest the sleeping arrangement, but neither could think of a good excuse to get the single room and they certainly didn't want to stay with Chris. Chris really did sound like some sort of wounded animal when he slept. They followed the others into the elevator. On the way up Lance handed out room keys with the admonishment to Chris not to lose his this time. They stopped on the seventh floor and went to their respective rooms. JC and Joey talking animatedly to each other as they entered their room, Chris cooing to Busta about "mean old skinny ass JC", and Justin scowled while following Lance into their room. The door shut after Justin with an ominous click. TBC ----------------------------------------------------------------------------