Disclamer: I do not know Nsync or their sexual choice. I Doubt Joey loves Lance and I don't know If JC and Lance are together.. Nor do I care. Anyways..... This is Plan and Simply Fiction....... NOT REAL!!!
Title: The man in the picture 1/1 By: Candy E-mail: Angelusette@webtv.net Subject: The guys wanna be the Man in the picture.. Its really short Just read it! Note: I wrote this in 10 mins in Lit. Class Dedication: Wendy Gail..... Feedback: Would be LOVED if you have time!
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The five of them sat there at the overly large table in the big plush office chairs. Silence echoed in the rom like thunder but in their minds the voices, the thoughts, were maddening.
Joey looked at the picture in his hand. All five of them smiling like everything was great....
Bullshit.
He rubbed his index finger over the one he loved's face as if he would be able to feel the other man's smooth skin underneath his finger tips.
Damn unrequited love.
"Why, Lance? Why not me? Why him!? He wasn't there to help you threw your 'change'. He didn't understand the tears.. I did. I loved you first!" Joey closed his eyes, willing the tears not to fall. He had found himself doing that a lot lately.
Chris looked up from his picture to Joey. He could see he was about to cry. God, he hated this! He -so- didn't want this now! He wanted all five of them to be blissfully happy. He would kill to get Joey Lance... if only Lance didn't love JC... if only Lance wasn't JC's world.
"God, this sucks," he though as he looked back down at the man in the picture.
It was an old picture. One of a time when the smiles were for dreams that seemed to be coming true.... not smiles that were glued on their face.
Justin smiled down at his picture. One of him and Britney. He looked so happy and he was. Hell, he was happy just looking at her smiling face.
A frown fell over his boyish face.
He wished she understood why he couldn't tell the world about them. He wished he could make her see that the fans would never except the fact that it was -her- that was making him smile and not -them-.
He loved his fans, he really did, he just wished they loved him for him and his music, not his looks. He wished he could make them understand also.... But first he had to understand himself.
Lance looked at the man next to him. Jc kept his eyes on the pictures.
How he loved Josh he could NEVER count the ways. JC was perfect, hell, even his imperfections make him 10 x's more perfect in Lance's eyes.
Lance reached took JC's hand causing JC to look up.
"I love you," Lance mouthed soundlessly.
JC smiled and brough Lance's hand up to his lips in a soft kiss. JC's heart started to burn. God, he loved Lance. He wanted to spend every waking moment with him. He wished he could tell the world how much he loved to make love to Lance. How his body burned everytime Lance touched him.
"I love you Lance! I love you Lance! I love you Lance," His heart screamed.
He looked back at the pictures. He wished he could tell the world but he couldn't tell anyone. None of them could be who they wanted to be, who they -were-. He, as well as the rest, had to be the man in the picture.
Fin....