"You're beautiful, Jayce" written by Lulupower
Legal disclaimer: You know the deal. This is fiction. Gotta be 18 and over to read.
Author's note: I was sitting in one of my classes and I suddenly got inspired. So I wrote. Here's what came out of it. This is not intended to imply anything about the sexuality of any members of N'Sync or that any use illegal drugs. E-mail me with comments at lulupowerstories@hotmail.com
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"Jayce, I wanna die...Kill me, please..." Lance whispered, his head on JC's lap. "Shh, Lance, you'll be fine, I'm here." JC whispered back, his fingers running through Lance's newly black spikes. "God, there's stuff everywhere...It's all over me...It's like mud. I'm drowning in mud, Jayce, save me!" Lance said, sitting on JC's lap, then throuwing his arms around his neck, his whole body shaking. "I'm here, James, I'm here... I'm here." JC repeated, burying his face in the crook of Lance's neck.
He was stoned off his ass. Again. Every single time Lance got high, he either bawled like a baby all night, or he came to JC's place. Every single time Lance got high, he got scared. Every single time was a bad trip. Lance couldn't tolerate drugs. Yet he did some at least once a week. JC didn't mind Lance's late visits every week. He did mind the drugs, but not the visits. He was in love with Lance. Every single time Lance got high, JC confessed his love for him. And every single day after, Lance didn't remember a damn thing.
"Are you still there Jayce?" Lance asked in a child-like voice, a few seconds later. "Yeah, I'm still there." JC sighed. "You don't hate me, do you?" Lance asked. "You know I couldn't hate you Lance." JC said, gently rubbing Lance's back. "You love me, then?" Lance asked.
JC remained silent.
It hurt so much to have Lance ask this question... So innocent, but so true at the same time...
"Jayce?" Lance called softly. "Hmmm?"
"I love you, too." Lance said softly. "Hmm hmm. I'm your best friend, of course you love me." JC said, a little sarcasm in his voice. "No, I mean...I love you, just like you love me." Lance said, getting off JC and looking at him with a small smile. His eyes were bloodshot, his skin was paler than pale, but he was smiling. For the first time in weeks, Lance was smiling.
JC couldn't help but smile back.
"You're too high to think properly. You won't even remember it tomorrow morning." JC stated. Lance shook his head. "I may be high, but I'm gonna remember. Tomorrow morning, the second you wake up, I'll tell you how beautiful you are." Lance said. JC raised his eyebrows. "You're planning on sleeping with me?" JC asked. "Yup."
The next morning, JC woke up with a pounding headache, and Lance's head on his bare chest. He smiled sadly, recalling Lance's words and actions from the previous night. 'He said he loved me...' JC thought, running his fingers on Lance's back. Lance looked up and smiled. "How long have you been up?" JC asked. "Long enough." Lance said simply, then he rolled on his back.
He placed a small kiss on JC's lips, then he smiled.
"You're beautiful, Jayce."
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