Guy Talk
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › N'sync
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,911
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of NSync. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Guy Talk
"Lance. I need to talk to you." Since it was Joey, Lance quelled the urge to indulge in a hangover-induced homicide.
"Can we talk about this later? When I'm conscious?" His voice was calm and polite. In theory. Actually, it was closer to pissed off and rude, but Lance wasn't in the mood to be calm and polite. He just wanted to get some sleep in his dark room and...
Joey turned the lights on.
That fucker Joey fucking turned the fucking lights on.
If Lance could have moved without physical pain, Joey would be on the floor with a broken jaw. As it was, he rolled over with a grunt and stuck his head under his pillow. His eyes felt like they were covered in ground glass and he really would kill Joey when he had a chance. Painfully and slowly. While playing Eminem CDs next to Joey's face, so that he, too, could have a head full of thumping agony.
"I'm in love with JC."
"You motherfucker." Lance winced and pulled his head out from under the pillow and lowered his voice. "Why the hell did you come here, in the morning, after a big party, just to tell me something that I knew months ago?"
"You knew?"
Lance let his head fall back onto his pillow, grog ing in pain and frustration. "Everyone knows." He paused for a second. "Maybe not JC. But everyone else. You're not exactly subtle, Joe."
"Oh."
"Will you please let me get some sleep?"
"Right. Sorry about that."
Lance nearly screamed, but managed to contain himself.
He really would kill Joey one of these days.
"Can we talk about this later? When I'm conscious?" His voice was calm and polite. In theory. Actually, it was closer to pissed off and rude, but Lance wasn't in the mood to be calm and polite. He just wanted to get some sleep in his dark room and...
Joey turned the lights on.
That fucker Joey fucking turned the fucking lights on.
If Lance could have moved without physical pain, Joey would be on the floor with a broken jaw. As it was, he rolled over with a grunt and stuck his head under his pillow. His eyes felt like they were covered in ground glass and he really would kill Joey when he had a chance. Painfully and slowly. While playing Eminem CDs next to Joey's face, so that he, too, could have a head full of thumping agony.
"I'm in love with JC."
"You motherfucker." Lance winced and pulled his head out from under the pillow and lowered his voice. "Why the hell did you come here, in the morning, after a big party, just to tell me something that I knew months ago?"
"You knew?"
Lance let his head fall back onto his pillow, grog ing in pain and frustration. "Everyone knows." He paused for a second. "Maybe not JC. But everyone else. You're not exactly subtle, Joe."
"Oh."
"Will you please let me get some sleep?"
"Right. Sorry about that."
Lance nearly screamed, but managed to contain himself.
He really would kill Joey one of these days.