“It’s a…nice day for a…white wedding,” Lance sang under his breath, smirking when Justin narrowed his eyes. “Lance? If you know what’s good for you, you’ll shut up. Right. Now,” Justin warned, clenching his fist. He sighed in frustration as he stared out the window, watching the snow pile up and wishing he was anywhere but here. Today was his wedding day, for god sake, he shouldn’t be stuck in Maine, hundreds of miles from his finance, with Lance and the snow. “Come on, Justin. Lighten up. It’s only 7 am. You’ll make it. Chicago’s not far from here.” “Have you looked outside, Lance?” Justin snapped, nodding towards the window. “It’s a freakin’ BLIZZARD out there!” “Quit complaining, Justin. It’s not going to get us anywhere.” “This is all your fault, anyway. Dragging me to Maine with you two days before my wedding. Maine, of all places!” Justin would have continued the argument, but the vibration of his cell phone cut him off. “Hello?” he snapped into the receiver. “Justin?” “Jayce! Happy Wedding Day!” A smile formed on his face, and all the anger he was feeling melted away. JC laughed on the other end of the phone. “Is your flight still on scehdule?” “I don’t know,” Justin pouted. “I’m going to do everything in my power to get there, though, baby, because I’ve waited way too long for this day to have it ruined by some stupid snow.” “Um…Jus, that’s why I’m calling.” “What?” “I just called O’Hare…they closed it down because of the storm.” “WHAT?” Justin shouted. “Come on, JC, you’ve got to be KIDDING me!” “I wouldn’t kid about something like this, Justin. Not on our wedding day.” Justin felt hot tears well in his eyes; he didn’t even bother to blink them away. “Josh, this isn’t fair,” he whispered. “I’m supposed to marry you in seven hours…” “I know, baby,” JC said softly, trying not to grin. “We’ll figure something out, ok? I promise. I’ll make some calls and see what I can come up with. I’m gonna spend the rest of my life with you, Justin. I know that for a fact. And if we don’t get married today, we’ll get married tomorrow. Or the next day. Or every day if you want to.” Justin managed a small smile between his sniffles, and Lance looked at him sympathetically. “I love you so much,” he whispered. “I love you too, Just,” JC said. “I’m gonna let you go, ok? Make a few phone calls, remember? I’ll get back to you.” “Ok,” Justin sighed. “Bye.” “Bye.” Justin shoved his cell back in his pocket and folded his arms across his chest, trying his best not to cry. “O’Hare is closed.” “What? Aw shit, Justin, I’m sorry man,” Lance apologized. “This is all my fault.” “No, it’s ok, Lance. You can’t predict the weather. And I did have fun, so even though I’m missing my wedding, I’m glad you dragged my ass out here. It’s beautiful.” “I knew you’d like it here, man. Thanks for looking at the house with me. What did you think?” Justin smiled brightly at Lance. “That house, Lance. Man, it was just… amazing. I can’t imagine a more perfect place to live. In fact, I’m jealous.” Lance cocked an eyebrow. “Jealous? Justin Timberlake. Jealous of me?” Justin laughed and clapped Lance on the back. “Yeah, man. Jealous of you. That’s like, my dream house. Plan on me visiting very often if you decide to buy it.” “You’d wanna live in Maine?” “God yes! I’ve never been here before. But after seeing it…god, Lance, it’s like…so peaceful. Perfect for starting a new life, ya know? Great choice. Gotta hand it to ya.” Lance smiled inwardly. “You’re right, Justin. It’s perfect.” *** “Hello?” Justin sighed into his phone. “Hey, baby,” JC said. “How you holdin’ up?” “I’m not. JC, this is not fair,” Justin whined. “Hun, it’s gonna be fine, I promise,” JC replied, smiling despite himself. “I promised I’d work everything out, right? “Yeah…” Justin said suspiciously, hearing the smile in his fiance’s voice. “Go back to the house with Lance.” “What?” “You heard me. Lance knows what to do. Go with him.” “JC—“ “I love you, Justin. Happy Wedding Day.” With a click, JC was gone, leaving Justin growling in frustration. “Lance, what the hell is going on?” Lance smiled sheepishly. “Justin, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Let’s get going. I don’t want to get stuck in a snowbank, and it seems the storm is going to get worse before it gets better.” “Fine,” Justin spat. “Don’t tell me what’s going on. My wedding day is already ruined, why not make my life a living hell while we’re at it?” Lance couldn’t help but laugh at the aggravated look on his young friend’s face. “Calm down, J. JC told you everything was going to work out, didn’t he?” “Yes.” “Then shut up and lets go. We have to make a quick stop on the way.” *** “ Strictly Formal? Lance, what is this?” Justin asked as Lance parked the car. “The finest tuxedo rental establishment in Brunswick,” Lance laughed. “Well…I don’t know about that, but it’s the best I could do. Come on,” he urged tugging on Justin’s arm. Justin groaned in frustration, already pouting. A short, plump woman with a gray bun on her head greeted them. “Hello, young fellows,” she said cheerily. “What can I do for you two today?’ “We need a tux for him,” Lance said, jerking his thumb towards Justin. “It’s his wedding day.” The woman’s eyes widened. “Today? And you’re just now renting a tuxedo?” “No,” Justin retorted bitterly. “I’m supposed to be getting married in Chicago, because that’s where my finance is. But this stupid snowstorm has me stranded here and I can’t get there. I don’t need a tux. My friend here is just trying to make me feel better.” Lance shook his head and leaned forward, whispering in the woman’s ear. Her face broke out in a bright grin, and she looked at Justin happily. “This way, young man. Let’s get you fitted.” *** “I’m sorry, Justin. That’s all we have in your size. It is short notice, you know.” “WHITE!?!? I am NOT wearing a white tux. Come on, Lance. What is this all about? JC’s all the way in Chicago and I really don’t feel like playing dress-up right now.” “Trust me, J,” Lance said calmly, then looked at the woman, who’s name, they’d found out, was Ethel. “Ok, Ethel, we’ll take it. Thanks.” Ethel smiled warmly as she sent them out the door. “Good luck, Justin. You’re going to have the most amazing wedding day, I just know it.” “UGH! I am NOT getting married today!” Justin shouted, finally allowing the hot tears he’d been fighting to stream down his cheeks. “And Lance, this is just CRUEL, making me rent this stupid tux. I hate you.” “No you don’t, Justin. Just trust me, ok?” “And why do I have to wear it, anyway? I mean, what is this, some sort of torture? God, Lance, this is supposed to be the happiest day of my life, and instead I’m stuck in Maine, without JC, wearing a stupid white tux.” “Oh shut the hell up, Justin. You look hot and you know it. Now come on. I’m one of your best friends. Do you think I’d really torture you like this? I thought you trusted me more than that, J.” Justin’s eyes brightened just a bit, along with his spirits. “Lance…is JC…is he here?” Lance tried not to grin. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Justin nearly leapt out of his seat with joy. “Lance! He’s here, isn’t he! He fixed everything, didn’t he!” Lance remained silent, eyes on the road, as Justin bounced happily next to him. *** As they drove up the winding drive, Justin noticed all the cars parked in various places near the house. Each of them had a Maine license plate, and Justin began to wonder just what the hell was going on here. When Lance put the car in park, Justin reached for his door excitedly, but Lance stopped him. “Justin?” “Yeah?” “I just wanted to say congratulations. I hope this day is everything you hoped it would be.” Justin beamed. “Thanks, Lance,” he said softly, pulling his friend into a tight hug before dashing out of the car and bursting through the front door. His eyes widened immediately. The entire foyer was decorated with white flowers and white lights; soft music played in the background, and voices could be heard coming from the living room. “Justin?” came a soft voice. He spun around and grinned broadly, pulling her in to his arms. “Brit,” he whispered into her hair, kissing the top of her head. “He did all this for you, ya know,” she said, smiling up at him. “Loves you. So much, Justin.” “I can’t believe he pulled it all together like this on such short notice!” Britney laughed, shaking her head. “What?” Justin frowned. “Justin, you silly boy. He’s had this planned since he found this house three months ago. “What?” Justin breathed. “He fell in love with it. Thought it would be the perfect place for you two to start your lives together. So he planned this out. Had Lance bring you here, told you that O’Hare was closed. Don’t you watch the news, J? It’s not even snowing in Chicago,” she giggled, tickling his sides playfully. “I can’t believe this…” Justin said, still in awe. “Congratulations, J,” she whispered, kissing him lightly on the cheek. “Now come on, lets get you married!” She took his hand and led him to the living room; he smiled when he saw that all his friends had gathered in the living room; Joey, Chris and Lance; his mother; Roy and Karen; JC’s family. But the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen was standing four feet in front of him, in the form of Joshua Scott Chasez. In a white tuxedo. *** “I still can’t believe you did all this,” Justin whispered into JC’s neck, curling his hand around JC’s waist as they stood on the balcony, watching the waves crash against the rocks below. The wind blew softly and Justin nuzzled closer to his husband’s warm body. “I love you,” JC said, kissing the top of Justin’s head. “Nothing is too good for you. And this place? It’s perfect, Justin. It’s us. Free and open and happy and beautiful.” “You’re amazing, you know that?” JC sighed happily, lacing his fingers with Justin’s. As the snowflakes fell around them, two men stood in each other’s arms, eyes sparkling with the promise of their lives together.