Joey felt warm wetness on his chest now. “I don’t know Jayce. You’ve got a fan base as large as J’s, it’s not like your album is going to be a copy or anything.”
“I know. That’s why I don’t understand. I know Justin’s the golden child. But right now I hate him so much Joe. So much I’d like to strangle him. Then just seconds later I love him so much it hurts and I just want to hold on to him and apologize for all the bad things I’ve thought about him.” JC’s shoulders shook then. His voice breaking on the last words.
Both of Joey’s arms went around him then. “You’re not a bad person C. There’s no way in the world that you could ever be a bad person. Everyone gets frustrated about things and irrational thoughts just follow from there. It happens to all of us.”
“I wanted to gouge his eyes out with a spork two days ago.” JC’s voice is muffled.
Joey shakes his head. Little glint of humor sparking in his eyes. “Actually, that’s already been taken. Remember when Chris wouldn’t leave Dirk alone. He got wardrobe to make a little leather vest and chaps and Chris went around calling him space cowboy Lance.”
JC was still for a minute, sniffing. Trying to quell the memory because he didn’t want to be happy. He wanted to mourn.
“Or wait, maybe it was used as a threat when Lance gave Chris a bunch of pixie sticks that were filled with colored salt. Chris was yelling about revenge with a spork and demanding Midol for the bloating he was going to get from the amount of salt he had swallowed. His grin was widening as he felt JC shake a little under him. “Unfortunately if you’ve thought of strangling Justin with a pair of springy shoelaces, that’s also out.” He thinks for a moment. “I think that was used for the great Final Fantasy War Challenge of all Time. When Justin accidentally spilt his drink on Chris causing him to suffer a most horrible fate and his voice to hit hypersonic ranges that only aliens can hear.”
JC giggled, he couldn’t help it. The bus had been a war zone after Chris had finished wiping the floor with Justin. Justin had had to wear lipstick for two performances to appease Chris after that. Hot Pink lipstick.
Joe relaxed, letting out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. If JC could laugh, he wasn’t broken. He hugged him tight then caught himself. “Love you C.”
“Love you too Joe.” he sighed and looked up at his face. “Thank you for finding me.”
“I’m never gonna lose you. Ever.” Joe pressed his lips to JC’s forehead. “Think you want to have something to eat?”
JC thought for a minute. “Is... are the guys still here?”
Joey thought he was asking if Justin was still there. “Yeah, but I can ask them to leave if you aren’t up for it.”
There was a long silence at the answer to his question. He breathed in and out, slow and deep, before shaking his head. “I want to seem them. All of them.” he amended.
Joe held him for a few more minutes before moving to get out of bed, pulling JC along with him. JC swatted at his unruly hair until Joey smoothed it down and behind his ears. “It’s going to be ok C.”
JC looked up into his big brown eyes, seeing hope and confidence and support written there. He nodded once before pulling on some loose clothing and following Joey downstairs.
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Date: 2004-05-03 01:15 pm (UTC)Joey felt warm wetness on his chest now. “I don’t know Jayce. You’ve got a fan base as large as J’s, it’s not like your album is going to be a copy or anything.”
“I know. That’s why I don’t understand. I know Justin’s the golden child. But right now I hate him so much Joe. So much I’d like to strangle him. Then just seconds later I love him so much it hurts and I just want to hold on to him and apologize for all the bad things I’ve thought about him.” JC’s shoulders shook then. His voice breaking on the last words.
Both of Joey’s arms went around him then. “You’re not a bad person C. There’s no way in the world that you could ever be a bad person. Everyone gets frustrated about things and irrational thoughts just follow from there. It happens to all of us.”
“I wanted to gouge his eyes out with a spork two days ago.” JC’s voice is muffled.
Joey shakes his head. Little glint of humor sparking in his eyes. “Actually, that’s already been taken. Remember when Chris wouldn’t leave Dirk alone. He got wardrobe to make a little leather vest and chaps and Chris went around calling him space cowboy Lance.”
JC was still for a minute, sniffing. Trying to quell the memory because he didn’t want to be happy. He wanted to mourn.
“Or wait, maybe it was used as a threat when Lance gave Chris a bunch of pixie sticks that were filled with colored salt. Chris was yelling about revenge with a spork and demanding Midol for the bloating he was going to get from the amount of salt he had swallowed. His grin was widening as he felt JC shake a little under him. “Unfortunately if you’ve thought of strangling Justin with a pair of springy shoelaces, that’s also out.” He thinks for a moment. “I think that was used for the great Final Fantasy War Challenge of all Time. When Justin accidentally spilt his drink on Chris causing him to suffer a most horrible fate and his voice to hit hypersonic ranges that only aliens can hear.”
JC giggled, he couldn’t help it. The bus had been a war zone after Chris had finished wiping the floor with Justin. Justin had had to wear lipstick for two performances to appease Chris after that. Hot Pink lipstick.
Joe relaxed, letting out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. If JC could laugh, he wasn’t broken. He hugged him tight then caught himself. “Love you C.”
“Love you too Joe.” he sighed and looked up at his face. “Thank you for finding me.”
“I’m never gonna lose you. Ever.” Joe pressed his lips to JC’s forehead. “Think you want to have something to eat?”
JC thought for a minute. “Is... are the guys still here?”
Joey thought he was asking if Justin was still there. “Yeah, but I can ask them to leave if you aren’t up for it.”
There was a long silence at the answer to his question. He breathed in and out, slow and deep, before shaking his head. “I want to seem them. All of them.” he amended.
Joe held him for a few more minutes before moving to get out of bed, pulling JC along with him. JC swatted at his unruly hair until Joey smoothed it down and behind his ears. “It’s going to be ok C.”
JC looked up into his big brown eyes, seeing hope and confidence and support written there. He nodded once before pulling on some loose clothing and following Joey downstairs.
It would be ok.