Challenge - One a hooker, the other anything else, but a trick

Christopher Kirkpatrick wondered around town looking for answers. He was a author who was writing a psycology book. He was suffering the worst case of writer block. He thought it was because of the break-up he had with the boyfriend of three years, Joey Fatone. Joey just broke up with him for no reason and Chris was still realing from it.

"Now what do I do?" He asked himself.

He asked around to find where a gay man like him could find a 'Good time.' Everyone told him to go to Basslake.

He walked down the street until he found it.

"I can't believe what I am doing. And it is all Joey's fault."

He walked in and was greated by a attractive blond with green eyes.

"Welcome! My name is James Bass."

"Uh...Hi."

James laughed.

"First time?"

"Yeah."

"Don't worry..."

James flipped through a book to see what rooms were avaliable.

"Hey honey....What rooms are avaliable?"

Another blond entered the room. Only this one had blue eyes.

"Try room 314. His regular cancled."

"What would I do without you?" James said, kissing him on the lips.

"I don't wanna find out...Oh hello, My name is Justin Timberlake."

"Hi. umm....I have never been here before so can one of you show me to the room?"

"Sure." Justin said.

Chris and Justin walked down the hall to room 314.

"Have fun!"

Chris's hand shook as he opened the door. When he looked into the room, He was suprise by who he say sitting on the bed.

"JOEY?!"

"Chris!"

"What....what are you doing here?"

"I was about to ask you the same question."

"I...I was lonley."

Joey looked down at the ground. Of all the people to come tonight, it had to be his ex-boyfriend and the man he still loved.

"I'm sorry Chris..."

"Your sorry! You dumped me and you didn't give me a reason!" Chris began to loose his composer and he began to cry. He sank to the ground and hugged his knees.

Joey began to cry as well as he sank next to Chris. He took Chris in his arms.

"I am so sorry Chris. I....I had to do it. I never ment to hurt you."

"But you did." Chris's voice came out real soft and real lost.

"I know...But I had to. You can't have this job and have a relationship."

"I gotta go." Chris wiped his eyes and stood up.

"Chris...wait. Please."

"No Joey. This is your life now."

"I don't want it to be my life anymore. I.....I wanna be with you. But I know that I don't have a chance anymore."

Chris looked at Joey and saw that he ment what he said. Chris grabbed Joey's head and pulled him closer. Chris attacked Joey's mouth with his.

"I want us again." Chris whispered into Joey's ear.

Joey smiled and hugged Chris.

"I love you Chris."

"I love you too Joey."

Joey pulled Chris's hand toward the door.

"Let's go back home baby."

Chris held Joey's hand tightly.

"Ok."

Joey and Chris started to walk down the hall when someone came storming at them.

"YOU!!!"

Joey pushed Chris behind him.

"I don't work here anymore."

"Why...didn't I pay you enough last time bitch?"

"It's not about money. Money doesn't equal happieness."

"Oh yeah." The man pulled out a gun.

"Joey..LOOK OUT."

The gun went off and Joey was slammed to the ground. Joey looked around frantically for Chris. Chris was a few inches away from him with his back to Joey.

"Chris...Baby...."

Joey crawled to Chris and turned hims toward Joey. Joey was horified to see a red stain growing on Chris's shirt near his chest.

"NO! Chris....Chris. You gotta wake up. You can't leave me. I just got you back."

Chris groaned softly and opened his eyes.

"I...I love you Joey."

"I love you to Chris."

"Joey...can you hold me? I'm getting cold."

Joey closed his eyes to fight back his tears.

"Of course baby,"

Joey cradled Chris in his arms. Chris body began to ge heavier and his breaths were becoming shallower.

"Joey...I'm scared."

"Shhh...Everything is going to be ok. I'm here."

"I love you Joey. I always will."

Chris closed his eyes and his body went limp.

"Chris...Chris...CHRIS!!!"

Joey began to sob. He burried his head into his dead lover's shoulder.

He bearly felt the hands on his back. He barely felt the paramedics pull Chris's lifeless body out of his arms.

Joey picked up the gun that had fallen to the ground and walked back to room 314.

"Money can't buy happieness." He whispered.

Then he put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger.