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popslash_lollipopsCould I get an AU fic where Justin and Lance were best friends in high school and Justin temporarily joined the Army got out and years later ran into Lance on the internet?
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Date: 2005-04-08 11:34 am (UTC)Lance had been talking to with a new guy online for weeks before he realized why he made Lance smile so much.
You remind me of somebody he typed into the chat box. Lance didn't know why he hadn't figured it out before, but it was true. He was reminded of Justin every time they talked. Or IM'd as the case was.
I do? Somebody good I hope.
Definitely good. Lance and Justin had been inseparable in high school. Lance had moved into Justin's small town midway through his freshman year and the two had been paired up in a science class. They'd clicked. Lance's high school career, though not all championship games and homecoming courts, was made far better by his friendship with Justin. His current home actually boasted a picture of the two of them together, at graduation. Smiles radiating the light the overcast day had lacked.
Very good, just somebody I haven't seen in years.
Lance wondered, again, what Justin was actually up to. Last he'd heard Justin was a little down on his luck and living with an aunt or something in Tennessee.
Well, why not?
Why not indeed. After graduation Lance and Justin had gone their separate ways. They'd stayed in touch, and had kept their friendship nearly as close as it had been when they'd been in school together. Then one day Justin had called him telling him he'd joined the army. Lance hadn't known what to do with that. Justin had never mentioned any interest in the military. Lance threw his support in though and there was a shot of the two of them at Justin's boot camp graduation, smiling as though they owned the world. That one was on Lance's desk, at the office.
I'm not really sure. And he really wasn't. He should be, but he wasn't.
Did you have a falling out?
Justin's letters from his service tour came regularly at first. Lance even got a few scratchy phone calls from far off desert lands. Justin had sounded scared and a bit overwhelmed. Lance helped however he could. Then they stopped. Lance kept writing. He knew there were troops who often weren't able, or allowed, to write home, but received mail anyway.
part two
Date: 2005-04-08 11:37 am (UTC)What does that mean?
Lance wrote for a full year without any response from Justin at all. It was only after his mother told him she’d run into Lynn and Justin at the town’s annual 4th of July fireworks that he stopped. There had been no fight, no disagreement, no word, and no reasons given. Justin had simply stopped being his friend.
We just lost touch
Well, you could ‘make touch’ again
Could he? Should he? Even if Justin had stopped being his friend he hadn’t stopped being Justin’s. Finding him would be easy enough. Lynn still lived in the same house, had the same number. Lance ran into her from time to time when he went to his parents for a visit. He could call and ask Justin if he were attending the 10th class reunion. Catch up, for ‘old time sake’. He’d be off the hook if he needed to be. Still.
I don’t know. He may not want to be re-touched.
I don’t buy that for a second. I bet he’d love to hear from you.
Maybe.
I would if it were me
I don’t know. It’s been a long time. I’m sure we’ve both changed an awful lot.
Lance looked around at his house. It was a small prairie style bungalow he was restoring on his own. Manual labor. Something he’d abhorred in high school. He worked at a local successful construction company that specialized in restoration and reconstruction. He was the accountant. It was a modest existence and he loved it. He had a home, a life, friends. And he was out. Something he’d never thought he’d be able to do with any comfort level at all. It was nothing like the dreams he’d had in high school. Nothing at all.
You know, he might be thinking about you too, wondering what you were up to. Maybe the changes will be good things
Lance wasn’t sure. He was still confused by Justin’s stint in the army and the way it had separated them.
I’ll never know if I don’t try, right?
Right!
Ok. I’m gonna’ do it. Thanks! You’ve been a big help tonight.
What are friends for?
this coding is driving me crazy! Part three, the end.
Date: 2005-04-08 11:44 am (UTC)Um.
Damn! Lance sighed. Oh well. They’d either passed the place where that jump was ok, or this guy just wasn’t interested in Lance that way. They’d met at a gay singles board, so that part wasn’t the issue.
I’m sorry, forget I said anything. I don’t even know your real name, after all! Lol.
It’s not that. Look, track down your old friend, k?
Why is that so important to you?
Because. I’ve been there. Because you’re curious. Because it’s a shame to let a stupid mistake stand in the way of a great friendship. Because otherwise you’ll always wonder.
He would, Lance knew. Always wonder what had happened. If he’d fallen, something he wouldn’t admit for years, for the wrong kind of guy. If he’d somehow offended Justin by being gay, being who he was, being his friend. And no matter what would have happened to them romantically Justin was, still, his best friend. Silence rained down on him as he thought about it. A soft chime from his computer broke it.
Because I miss you.
What? He missed him? They’d been talking nearly every night. Lance looked over at the picture of himself and Justin at graduation. Oh. But. Why had he stopped writing, calling, being his friend.
Why?
Lots of reasons, none of which are any excuse for what I did.
I’ve wondered. So many times.
I know. I’m sorry.
I really am sorry.
What did I do?
Nothing! It was mostly me facing things I hadn’t wanted to, and then things happened while I was away. New things to deal with. It was never you.
Lance clicked the small x in the upper right hand corner of the chat box. He couldn’t do this. Talking to Lynn and finding out where Justin was gave him time to build up to this. He wasn’t ready.
Lance?
One simple word in a white box. Lance stared at it. It really was Justin.
I’m here.
Good. Can I call you? Please?
No.
Why not, Lance?
'Why not? Why not? How about you disappeared from my life without a word and snuck your way back in under my defenses? How about you don’t seem to regret it at all? How about I’m just not ready? How about I don’t know if I want to be rejected? How about I’m just plain scared?’ Lance’s thoughts raced.
Lance?
Their faces looked so happy in that picture. They were young and full of hope and they had each other.
Lance? Talk to me, please!
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Re: this coding is driving me crazy! Part three, the end.
Date: 2005-04-11 02:56 pm (UTC)Re: this coding is driving me crazy! Part three, the end.
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Date: 2005-04-12 08:47 am (UTC)Re: this coding is driving me crazy! Part three, the end.
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Date: 2005-04-12 06:02 pm (UTC)Re: this coding is driving me crazy! Part three, the end.
Date: 2005-04-20 09:02 am (UTC)'Why not? Why not? How about you disappeared from my life without a word and snuck your way back in under my defenses? How about you don’t seem to regret it at all? How about I’m just not ready? How about I don’t know if I want to be rejected? How about I’m just plain scared?' and then this line. ow ow ow. so perfect. thank you.
Re: this coding is driving me crazy! Part three, the end.
Date: 2005-04-20 01:32 pm (UTC)