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When I was young, I met a boy in
Orlando.
I stood in the corner, my hands shoved in my pockets, thinking maybe
this hadn't been such a great idea. I should have just stayed in Memphis
with Trace and Jimmy and the rest of my friends.
"Hi!"
I looked up, my eyes meeting the clearest blue I'd ever seen.
"I'm Josh, but people call me JC." He was grinning widely,
wisps of chocolate colored hair rained down from the top of his head,
brushing the end of his nose. He giggled and brushed the hair away.
"Tickles." He said. "What's your name?"
"J-Justin." I stuttered, immediately embarrassed. He laughed
loudly this time, the prettiest sound I'd ever heard.
"Wow, Justin. That's some accent. Where you from?"
"Memphis." I answered. His eyes lit up at my reply.
"Memphis? That's so cool! That's like the home of the blues and
Elvis and Hank Williams!" I nodded, beaming the entire time. He
thought I was cool.
"Well, Justin. I'm sure I'll be seeing you around. It was nice
meeting you." He winked and then he was gone.
"Hi, you've reached the Chasez residence. We can't come to the
phone right now, but if you leave your name, number, and short message,
we'll call you back as soon as we get a chance. Thanks!"
Beep.
"Jayce, its me. Call me back when you get this. Dude, this is so
huge. You know that guy, Chris, I was telling you about? Well, he wants
to put a group together. Like an actual vocal group! He's still looking
for guys and of course I thought of you immediately. He's talking to
this manager who's going to back the group financially...this is just.
This is it. I can feel it, ya know? So call me back, dude. SOON. See ya."
JC thrust his hips up and back, trying to get closer. His long, wavy
hair was sweaty, the ringlets sticking to the back of his neck. I leaned
down and licked the moisture, nuzzling my face against his neck, as we
both came, shuddering.
"Loveyouloveyouloveyouloveyou." He whispered over and over,
falling onto the bed.
"I love you, JC." I whispered, laying down on his back. I
rolled off, gathering him in my arms, and resting my forehead against
his own. He was already asleep.
"Good show." Joey said, walking toward the buses.
I pushed JC further into the corner, licking along his jaw, and
capturing his lips with my own. JC gasped as I moved lower, moving his
shirt aside to taste his collarbone. He gripped my hair, moaning softly.
"J, bus. Oh god...c'mon. Bus. We can't d-do this here. Someone
could see."
"Yeah, like ME!" Chris yelled, ruining the moment. "Fuck,
you two. Keep it in your pants until we get to the buses at least."
He mumbled just loud enough so we could hear, before running to catch up
to Joey and Lance. I pulled away from JC, rolling my eyes.
"Fucker." I muttered.
Joey, Lance, and Chris were all sprawled on the couch, practically on
top of each other. We all waved good bye to personal space a long time
ago. They shouted noisily, bantering back and forth while still
concentrating on our nightly Halo tournament. I laughed loudly at some
comment Chris had made, snuggling deeper into JC's arms, leaning my head
against his bicep, and drifted off to sleep. This is what happiness is.
"Fuck you, Bass."
"You're just mad cause LANCE beat you. You're losing your touch,
Chris." Joey teased, winking and turning a grin toward JC.
"Yeah, well, whatever. I'm going to bed." Chris muttered.
"Hey, Chris? Do you mind sleeping on the other bus. Just for
tonight?" JC's voice rumbled against my back as he spoke. Chris
scowled but didn't put up much of a fight.
"Yeah, sure. I don't want to hear you two fucking anyways." He
smiled sweetly, plopping down beside me on the couch. "Oh, JC. Oh
GOD. Harder! HARDER! FASTER! OH MY-" I shut him up, punching him
hard in the chest. He cackled, picking himself up, and heading for the
door as the bus slowed to a stop on the side of the road. "See you
guys, tomorrow. Don't get TOO rowdy tonight." Chris said as he
stepped off the bus. Joey simply rolled his eyes, holding his hand out
to Lance and pulling him off the couch.
"See you two, tomorrow. Good Night." Lance spoke softly. They
followed Chris.
That was the last time we saw them alive.
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