This story involves members of the bands 'N SYNC and 98 Degrees. I am in no way implying anything about the sexuality of any of their members. This is purely a fictional story. Enjoy! Feedback is very much needed and appreciated. Please send comments to jeff_langdon@hotmail.com.
The Truth Behind It All- Part 1
"Why are you doing this to me?" Lance whispered, fighting to hold back the tears that threatened to fall any second. "What did I do wrong?"
There was a soft snicker that could be heard. "Don't kid yourself, Lance. You know you want this as much as I do." The voice was void of concern or regret. "That's just the way it is. Do you know how pathetic you look right now?" Jeff Timmons put the finishing touches on his hair as he prepared to head out for yet another day. Taking another look at his lover, he walked over to where he was standing. Wrapping his arms around the trembling Lance's waist, he whispered, "Shhh...I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to yell at you. I'm sorry."
With a sudden surge of strength, Lance broke loose from Jeff's hold and turned to face him. "I've had enough of this," the blond singer spoke defiantly. "I don't want this anymore."
Jeff was taken by surprise by Lance's newfound will. This was somewhat of a new experience for the usually dominant Jeff. By his surprise was quickly replaced with a regaining of control. He pushed the blond singer against the wall, holding him in place. "Don't you ever speak to me that way again, James," he threatened. "You don't have a say in this matter." With that he pushed Lance onto the bed, leaving the blond trembling and sobbing softly. With a scornful look, Jeff walked out the door, only to almost collide with his bandmate Drew Lachey. Without even stopping to acknowledge his presence, Jeff just continued on his way. Drew sighed and walked through the open door, only to find Lance still on the bed in tears.
Without any hesitation, Drew took Lance in his arms and held him tight, letting the younger boy release his sorrowful tears. "I'm so sorry, Lance...I'm so sorry," he whispered as he rubbed Lance's back.
As quickly as his tears began, Lance stopped his sobbing and rubbed the tears off of his face. "It's okay, Drew. It's not your fault."
"And neither is it your fault," Drew continued. "No matter what Jeff says, none of this is your fault."
"Thanks, Drew." Lance hugged Drew once again. He held him tight for several seconds before releasing his friend. "I'm leaving him, Drew. I can't stand this any more."
Drew smiled at and nodded in understanding. "I'll support you no matter what." With that, Drew leaned in and kissed Lance on the cheek.
Lance seemed taken aback by Drew's actions. "Drew, I thought..."
"I understand, Lance. As much as I love you, I'll never force you to do something that you don't want to do. We can't be lovers, but we can still be friends, right?"
Lance merely nodded in response.
"I'll never let Jeff hurt you again, Lance. I promise."
"Thanks, Drew. Thanks for everything." Lance hugged Drew once more before standing up from the bed. "I really should get going now."
"You don't have to go back to them, Lance."
Lance sighed and said nothing.
"Why do you put up with the way they treat you?" Drew continued. "You deserve better than that."
Lance gave Drew's question a moment of thought. "I really should get going.
But thanks again, Drew."
Drew sighed as his attempt to persuade Lance failed. "You take care of yourself, Lance. Remember that I'm always only a phone call away."
"I'll remember that. Thanks again." Lance took one last look at Drew and left the room, leaving his friend - his only friend - behind.
Drew watched as Lance left the room silently. He could feel his eyes tear up as Lance disappeared into the elevator. He could only imagine what his friend was going through, and that alone made his heart ache. "Why are you doing this to yourself, Lance?" he whispered. "Can't you see that what a wonderful person you are? You don't deserve this..." Drew sat on the bed as he was consumed in thought. His eyes fell on a wallet, Lance's wallet. He grabbed it and ran out the door, hoping to catch his friend before he left.
"I'm a fucking grown up, Josh. I think I can decide for myself," Justin yelled angrily.
"I don't care if you're 30," JC countered. "You've proven time and time again that you just can't act like a responsible adult."
"Oh, and I suppose you're such a saint!" Justin remarked sarcastically. "Well, I'm still going to that club whether you like it or not. You're not my dad." Justin started down the stairs, only to be pulled back by JC.
"The hell you are going! You're not going anywhere, Mr. Timberlake."
Meanwhile, Lance pulled up on Justin's driveway. He sat in his car for a few minutes, wanting to delay going in to the house as long as he possibly can. He didn't want to go in, knowing the people who were inside the house.
"Why do they hate me so much?" Lance thought to himself. Chris and Joey were alright, but they didn't talk to him much unless they absolutely had to. But Justin and JC were much worse. They ridiculed him, scorned him, and basically treated him like dirt. Was it because he was gay? Lance honestly did not know. Maybe. But then again, they treated Lance that way ever since day one, even before Lance came out to the group.
Lance walked into Justin's house to hear JC and Justin arguing at the top of the stairs. The argument was so heated that they were oblivious to Lance's arrival. Seeing the quarrel on the verge of intensifying into a fist fight, Lance made his way up the stairs.
"Just calm down for a bit, guys," Lance said as he tried to alleviate the tension in the air.
"Just mind your own business," Justin replied harshly.
"Why are you back so early anyways?" JC continued. "I guess Jeff must've found someone better to fuck than faggot boy here."
Lance felt a lump in his throat as he heard those words. Those words kept repeating themselves in his mind that he didn't even notice Justin and JC begin pushing and shoving each other. Finally, Lance shook himself out of his daze and again tried to stop the argument before it got too out of hand.
He got in between JC and Justin and tried to separate them. Only this time, Justin turned to face Lance. He grabbed Lance's shirt and pulled him close. "Didn't I tell you to mind your own business?" he screamed at Lance.
With that, he shoved Lance away. Lance took a step back to keep his balance from Justin's shoving, only to find his feet missing the step. Before he could grab on to the railing, Lance found himself crashing down the stairs. Even Justin and JC could hear Lance's cry as he tumbled down the stairs. As Lance crashed against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, JC and Justin could only watch in horror. Lance's body was not moving, void of any signs of life. As they walked down the stairs, still reeling in shock, Drew walked through the open door. He had come to return Lance's wallet but was totally unprepared for the sight before him. He fell to his knees as he saw Lance lying helplessly on the floor, before looking up at Justin and JC with fire of rage in his eyes.
...to be continued....
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