The next morning, JC had forgeten about the dream. Until he met Lance at the compound. Johnny has something he wants to talk to us about, Lance had told him this morning on the phone. JC had always been good at remembering dreams and it was annoying him that he still couldn't remember this one.
"What?" asked Lance, ass he took his glasses off.
"Nothing." replied JC.
"You've been staring at me since you got here" said Lance smiling
"It's nothing, really" said JC shrugging.
"Come on Jace. I know you." said Lance, throwing the magazine he had read earlier to the table, "Something's bothering you".
"I don't want to talk about it." said JC turning to Lance.
"Fine." said Lance sighing as he picked up the remote.
Watching as Lance flipped through the channels" JC smiled. Lance had an air about him that made everthing he did beautiful.
"JC, your staring at me again. Just tell me what it is" said Lance growing irritated.
JC tapped his finger on his knee, "I had a dream about you last night ".
Lance laughed, "So what? Is that a bad sign?"
"No. It's not that. I just couldn't remember what it was about, it bothers me," JC told him.
"It happens, you know. Sometimes you remember, sometimes you don't" said Lance shrugging as he turned his attention back to the TV.
"Yeah, I guess," JC replied, looking at Lance. ~*~ Entering the hallway he was surprised to see Lance. He was talking to someone. He couldn't make out who it was. But Lance was nodding as the man spoke. Then suddenly they were on a basketball court. Just the two of them. Laughing and playing as if the world stood still. JC could feel himself being to awaken as the images faded in his mind. Rolling over he pulled the covers over his body. Not wanting to open his eyes to the dark silence.
The rain beating down the window. JC yawned as he sat up. He hadn't slept well since he had started dreaming about Lance. It felt odd dreaming about Lance. Lance was his friend. How could he possibly think of him in that way.
He had remembered this dream. Well, not the whole dream but pieces. They were talking, he didn't remember about what. He remembered Lance turning to look at him. The scent of his body. The feel of Lance's lips as they kissed. It was the one dream he seemed to have most. It would feel so real, as if he was actually kissing Lance. Then he would wake up. Disappointed as he glanced at the empty space beside him. Only to find he was alone. ~*~ God the pain in his head was killing him. He remembered he had gone out clubbing with the guys last night. He had danced with a lot of people. remembered about last night. He went clubbing with the guys. Why was the room spinning? He was in Lance's room. Why was he in Lances Room?
The door opening and Lance smiled as he stepped out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist.
"Hey, your up."
"Yeah."
"Here, take these" said Lance placing the pills in his hand ass he handed him a glass of water.
"What are they?" asked JC.
"Something that will help your hangover" replied Lance. Fumbling through the drawer Lance grabbed a t-shirt and jeans as he disappeared into the bathroom. Getting to his feet JC stared in the mirror. He looked like Hell. His wrinkled t-shirt, his hair looking like something out of a horror movie. T-shirt, this wasn't his t-shirt. It was Lance's.
"What happened to my shirt" said JC.
"Oh, I gave you one of mine last night. Your's kind of smelled of beer. You know a guy can't have his bed smelling like a night club" said Lance smiling.
Without thinking. JC asked again, "So, why you didn't take my pants off too" said JC smiling.
You were drunk. I could barely manage to get a new shirt on you." said Lance.
"I'm sorry that I.."
"Hey, it's ok. You would have done the same for me. The showers all yours. Now go take a bath will you before you stink up my place anymore than you already have" said Lance.
Turning on the water JC stepped out of his clothes and entered the shower. Closing his eyes he tried to remember bits, pieces, anything from last night. He remembered dancing with Lance. He remembered Lance's arms wrapped around him as he carried him to the car. Stepping into the kitchen, he found Lance sitting in front of his laptop. Chewing his bacon quietly as he scanned through his e-mail.
"You took Laura last night, right?" asked JC as he walked to the fridge.
"Yeah. Why?" asked Lance without looking up.
Pouring a cup of coffee he pulled the milk from the fridge and sat down. "What happened with her?">{? "I drove her home. Same old thing. Why?"
"I was just wondering" said JC.
"You don't remember anything from last night, do you" said Lance smiling.
"What, did something happen last night?" "You really don't remember" said Lance looking up. "No." said JC shaking his head.
Sighing, Lance put his fork down. Avoiding JC's glance he frowned. "Laura doesn't want to go out with me again" said Lance. "What, why?" asked JC taking a sip of his coffee.
"Because of what she saw" said Lance.
What could Laura have seen that...OMG, he remembered. They were standing outside leaning against the car. "He had, I kissed you last night, didn't I" said JC. Yeah, Laura saw the whole thing" replied Lance.
"Oh God, Lance," he said, "I am so sorry".
"Hey, I know you were drunk, you know, and Laura's just being Laura. You know how she blows up at every little thing. I don't blame her. And I don't blame you". "But really, Lance," said JC again, "I am so sorry". Lance looked at JC, "It's okay". ~*~ The following days, the things between Lance and JC just like always. Nothing changes. Except that JC still dreamt about Lance once in a while. But he could handle it now. He could ignoring the emptiness that sometimes hit him if he wakes up in the middle of the night, after dreaming about Lance. Glanced at his side. And found nothing. No one. He'd just going back to sleep again. But still, there's the time that he would sat up, run his finger through his hair, and wishing that one day, he would woke up from his dream and found someone sleeping next to him. That day, Joey asked the guys to help him paint Brianna's room. Of course Chris trying to skip it by telling Joey he have something to do with his Fuman thing. "I was going to make some new vibes for people at Brianna's age, Joey ! So you have to let me go," Chris said. But Chris was just playing around with Joey. He's the first one who showed up at Joey's front door that day. Smiling widely when Joey opened the door. "Why don't you just pay someone to paint the room ?" complains Justin when Joey asked him. And Joey said, "It's not fun". And Justin love to have fun. So, he's there. Not for painting the room. But for making the fun of the whole thing. Lance always say yes if the guys asked him for help. And JC showed up because Lance is there. He just love being around with Lance. Even Lance is such a girl sometimes. Not even tried to fight back when Justin splashed him with the paint. The room is painted, finally. They ate the pizza Joey made for them. Enjoy the wind that blows slowly in Joey's backyard. Talking about nothing. And then JC fall asleep in Joey's living room. He couldn't sleep outside. So he manage to move to the couch and fall asleep once his head rested on the pillow. He doesn't know how long has he been sleeping. But something waking him up. And when he slowly opened his eyes, he found Lance sitting besides his body, smiling as he looking down at him. "Hey," greeted Lance. "What are you doing ?" asked JC with his sleepy voice as he rubbed his eyes. "Watching you sleep," answered Lance. JC looked up, "Why you do that ?" "No reason. I just love it," Lance said with a shrug and he asked, "How's your nap ?" Blinking, JC trying to remember something from his sleep, "I think I dreamt about you again, it feels so real. But I can't really remember what it was". "Do you know that besides you dreamt about me, you also talked about me in your sleep ?", Lance asked. JC smiled at him, "I do that ?" "Oh yeah, JC. You do that," Lance smiled back, "And do you know what did I do about it ?" "What ?" JC asked him back. Looking at JC's eyes, Lance answered, "I kissed you". "You did, huh ?" asked JC quietly as Lance leaned forward. Lance just nodded before he kissed JC again. "Let me ask you one thing," JC said between the kiss, "When I drunk, did you kiss me back ?" Lance paused. "Yeah," he answered, smiling as he nodded, "We kissed twice".