Well, I looked at you request and thought I couldn't think of anything worth writing, since I had already written one of Kev/Lance, but I was taking a shower and it just came to me... I hope it fits you request. If it doesn't just say so. Not beta'd (none of the others were either) Sorry it didn't fit in one post.
"High School Sucks"
LonelyOne: Wow!
CtrlFreak: He's hot isn't he, sexy?
LonelyOne: Oh yeah. Do you have more pictures of him?
CtrlFreak: I might?
LonelyOne: Well, send them to me!
CtrlFreak: Hold your horses, sexy... You have to do me a favor first...
LonelyOne: What? Name it.
CtrlFreak: You have to have cybersex with me first. ;)
LonelyOne: Are you this demanding in real life? rotf
CtrlFreak: Hence the name: Control Freak!!! So get to it, baby. What are you wearing?
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"Hey," Justin elbowed Lance, his best friend since they can both remember. Both freshmen were sitting in the high school cafeteria eating what was supposed to be meatloaf.
Lance rolled his eyes at the back of Justin's closely shaved head. Of all the type of people Justin had to become, why did he have to turn into a jock! Of course, Lance had known for a long time Justin was a basketball freak, but he hoped that Justin wouldn't actually have any talent in the sport. Too bad for Lance, Justin was so good, he was already on the freshman team as captain. Justin went nowhere without wearing his team jersey. The red and white tank top looked stupid over all of Justin's baby blue clothing. Of course, Lance really wasn't one to talk about when it came to fashion statements; he wore all black with leather collars and wristbands. But Lance was a goth-punk-ish person... the black and leather matched his blue tipped, black spiky hair.
"What?" Lance said, slightly annoyed.
"Look over there. See that hot guy in line?" Justin said as he turned to look at his best friend. "The guy with the black hair and team jacket."
"Yeah, that's Kevin 'freakin' Richardson. He's the senior king of assholes. They think they're all better than the rest of us..." Lance began to rant.
"Well, he's hot... and I heard he's gay." Justin wiggled his eyebrows.
"If he's gay, why does he let that cheerleader hang from his arm like that?" They both looked over as said cheerleader fell to the floor. Kevin quickly bent over to help her to her feet, proving that the tall, dark and handsome quarterback's jeans were painted on his butt.
"Damn, look at those jeans," Justin began to drool.
"Why bother, he's totally straight," Lance said looking back to his food.
"No, he's not." Justin said turning back to Lance. "You know Nick Carter? He's on the freshman team with me."
"No, I only know you on the team." Lance rolled his green eyes.
"Well, he goes to this teen gay club every Friday, and he says Kevin is always there." Justin said matter-of-factly.
"It doesn't matter, he's still and asshole that hangs out with assholes, making life miserable for everyone else." Justin knew he'd better stop Lance before he worked himself up anymore.
"OK! He's an asshole, but he's a hot asshole." Justin said before getting up and storming out of the cafeteria.
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"High School Sucks" Pt 1
Date: 2005-05-01 11:19 pm (UTC)"High School Sucks"
LonelyOne: Wow!
CtrlFreak: He's hot isn't he, sexy?
LonelyOne: Oh yeah. Do you have more pictures of him?
CtrlFreak: I might?
LonelyOne: Well, send them to me!
CtrlFreak: Hold your horses, sexy... You have to do me a favor first...
LonelyOne: What? Name it.
CtrlFreak: You have to have cybersex with me first. ;)
LonelyOne: Are you this demanding in real life? rotf
CtrlFreak: Hence the name: Control Freak!!! So get to it, baby. What are you wearing?
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"Hey," Justin elbowed Lance, his best friend since they can both remember. Both freshmen were sitting in the high school cafeteria eating what was supposed to be meatloaf.
Lance rolled his eyes at the back of Justin's closely shaved head. Of all the type of people Justin had to become, why did he have to turn into a jock! Of course, Lance had known for a long time Justin was a basketball freak, but he hoped that Justin wouldn't actually have any talent in the sport. Too bad for Lance, Justin was so good, he was already on the freshman team as captain. Justin went nowhere without wearing his team jersey. The red and white tank top looked stupid over all of Justin's baby blue clothing. Of course, Lance really wasn't one to talk about when it came to fashion statements; he wore all black with leather collars and wristbands. But Lance was a goth-punk-ish person... the black and leather matched his blue tipped, black spiky hair.
"What?" Lance said, slightly annoyed.
"Look over there. See that hot guy in line?" Justin said as he turned to look at his best friend. "The guy with the black hair and team jacket."
"Yeah, that's Kevin 'freakin' Richardson. He's the senior king of assholes. They think they're all better than the rest of us..." Lance began to rant.
"Well, he's hot... and I heard he's gay." Justin wiggled his eyebrows.
"If he's gay, why does he let that cheerleader hang from his arm like that?" They both looked over as said cheerleader fell to the floor. Kevin quickly bent over to help her to her feet, proving that the tall, dark and handsome quarterback's jeans were painted on his butt.
"Damn, look at those jeans," Justin began to drool.
"Why bother, he's totally straight," Lance said looking back to his food.
"No, he's not." Justin said turning back to Lance. "You know Nick Carter? He's on the freshman team with me."
"No, I only know you on the team." Lance rolled his green eyes.
"Well, he goes to this teen gay club every Friday, and he says Kevin is always there." Justin said matter-of-factly.
"It doesn't matter, he's still and asshole that hangs out with assholes, making life miserable for everyone else." Justin knew he'd better stop Lance before he worked himself up anymore.
"OK! He's an asshole, but he's a hot asshole." Justin said before getting up and storming out of the cafeteria.
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