I was sitting in my living room, flipping through the endless channels of Food Network and MTV, when I came across a news brief from MTV. “All was pandemonium when Nsync’s concert in Miami was canceled today when member Lance Bass could not be found anywhere. Members Jc Chasez, Joey Fatone, Chris Kirkpatrick and Justin Timberlake were to perform without him but they needed a bass. The concert will be postponed until the missing band member is found, lets hope they find him...” the reporter told me. I began to laugh out loud, “Sucks to be them!!” I shouted. But my voice felt so empty when it came out, since no one was there, besides me and my cat, Jojo. I slouched back in my chair, embracing the bag of Doritos I had in my hand. “Oh, I am sooo bored...” I whispered. I looked over at Jojo, who was intently cleaning her paw. I smiled then got up and got dressed. I called up my friend Brooke, but she was not home. After callling up my entire address book, I came across one name I didn’t recognize and in despair, dialed it. “Hi is...?” I asked, “Who is this?” a guys voice asked, annoyed. “Umm, I was looking in my address book and I saw your name. I just-” I started but the guy rudely interrupted me. “Yea, right! I’ve heard that one before. Let me guess, your gonna tell me we used to be friends and I just don’t remember right? Wrong! I have a great memory and I’d remember you! Ok?!” he yelled. “Yea, well jerk, it’s not like I wanted to talk to you anyway!!” I shouted into the phone and hung up. I sat there in my chair with an angry stare, even my cat left the room in terror.
Suddenly, my phone rang and I was hesitant to answer but picked it up anyway. “Hello.” I said, in a mono-tone voice. “Are you who I just talked to?” a guy asked. “No, wait, let me go get someone who cares!” I yelled. “Umm-” he started, when I interrupted. “You think I gotta put up with crap like that!? For a fact, I don’t know who you are, I’d never wanna be your friend and I probably have a better freakin’ memory then you!!!” I shouted. “You done?” he asks after a pause. “Umm, yes.” I answered, feeling much better. “Look, I saw your number and I recognized it...” he whispered. “Oh. Yea, well how come I don’t recognize yours?” I asked. “We met in a club. I gave you my number about 6 mths ago.” he said. “Really?” I asked, shocked. “Yea. Your Morgan, right?” he asked. “Thats me...look, your freakin’ me out. Which club did we meet at?” I asked, still in confusion. “I think, in Miami, uh I can’t remember the name...” he said, his voice calmer now. “Acid?” I asked. “Yea, Acid.” he replied. “Your name is slightly familiar...” I said, wondering where I had heard his name from before. “It would be, wouldn’t it?” he asked, annoyed again. I thought for a second. “Oh yea! Your the boy band guy, right?” I said, happy I remembered it, so I wouldn’t have to ask. “Yea, I ‘spose.” he answered. After realizing that I had just ticked him off, I promptly said my goodbyes. “No, wait. I’m in Miami, do you wanna go out to eat or something? I mean, of course if your not busy...” he said, in a whisper. I looked around at my lonely living room and tv and answered, “Definatly not busy! Why the heck not...” I replied. “Great, where are you right now...” he murmurs. “What? Why are you whispering?” I asked. “I ran away, uh, sorta.” he replies, in a low voice. “Ran away? That craps for kids!!” I yelled at him, making him sound like a child. “Where are you hiding?” I asked. “I’m crouched down in my truck.” he whispers. I laugh at him, “Then why the heck are you whispering??” He thinks for a second then replies,”Uh, I don’t really know.” he says. “Why must girls think for guys? This is ridiculous...” I tell him. “Are you always this way?” he asks, in a normal tone. “No, sometimes I’m worse...” I lie, laughing. “Oh god help me...” he answers sarcastically. I laugh. “Hey, stay there. I’ll go get you, we’ll go partying, alright?” I ask him. “Sure. Has to be better than this...OW!!” he yells. “What?” I ask, confused. “Cramp!” he shouts. I laugh at him and ask him where he is. “I’m in a parking lot, past the mall. I’m the green truck not moving. And if it’s moving, it’s me trying to get up. Oh man, my butt is STUCK!” he shouts some more off the phone and comes back on, “I’m fine, I’m fine...see ya soon.” he says, breathing hard. “Will you be alright?” I ask. “Don’t you worry about me...I’m a survior.” he says, then shouts something off the phone. “O...k...well, see ya in 15. Buh bye...” I tell him clicking off the phone. I smile, shaking my head. Then grab my coat and walk out the door.
I reach the parking lot, driving around, looking for the green truck. Sure enough, there it was. I drive next to it, to see his helpless face partway peeking over the window. I hear him shout my name. “Morgan! Morgan over here!” he cries out. When I get out and open the back door, I see him struggling to get up. “Oh my goodness, you weren’t kidding!” I say. “Yea, well...here take my hand!” he says, stretching them out. I laugh as I yank him out of his seat. “Pull harder!!” he says. I yank harder then I hear a rip, but he gets loose. He jumps out and looks behind him. “Ahh, man...”he moans, helplessly. “Well partner, looks like you sprung a leak!” I tell him. He looks up at me and says, “Ya think?” and bends back over to examine it closer. “Here, let me look at that...” I say, starting to look behind him. “Oh no you don’t!!” he shouts. Then he starts to whine. “Great. Where am I gonna get different shorts??” he asks, upset. “Don’t worry about it. Luckily, I have some shorts that just might fit you...” I tell him. He looks up at me confused. “...they’re my brothers. I’m not like that.” I replie to his expression and tell him to get in. “But what about my truck?” he asks, getting in the other side. “Police will probably tow it, I guess.” I say, starting the ignition. He moans and slouches back in his seat. “Keep low, we don’t want a high speed chase.” I say. “Ah’m not gettin’ on the floor again!!” he says, stubbornly. “You gotta. Trust me, you won’t get stuck, unless your REALLY fat!” I say, laughing. He looks at me, unbelieving and gets on the floor.
I drive us back to my house and we run inside. “Make yourself at home. Kitchen, there. Bathroom, there. Over there is forbidden.” I tell him. “Why is that?” he asks, looking around. “Thats where I hide the bodies...”I whisper. “Bodies?” he asks. “Who are you?! Why are asking these questions?!!?” I yell, holding up a mail opener. “I was just...” he starts. “Sorry, didn’t think you’d take me serious...” I tell him, dropping the mail opener to the ground. “Wow...have you ever looked into acting?” he asks. “Yea, didn’t you see the new Mento’s commercial?” I ask him. “Oh that’s you...” he says. “That would be correct...wow, have you always been this observant?” I ask him sarcastically. He looks angry at me, “Have you always been this sarcastic?” he asks. I pause, thinking. “Possibly.” I answer. He picks up my cd case and starts to flip through the cd’s. “You have alot of good cd’s-Jennifer Lopez, BBMak, Limp Bizkit, Vitamin C,...Tom Green?” he asks. “He’s funny...you obviously never heard him, have you?” I ask. “Oh yeah, I’ve heard him. Just never really liked him...” he said. “Well aren’t we opinionated...” I say, putting in Limp Bizkits cd, Chocolate Starfish and Hot Dog Flavored Water. “Is this a good cd?” he asks, pointing to the cd player. “Decent. I’d rate it 4 out of 5.” I say, walking away into my room, also known as the forbidden room. “I thought this is where you keep the bodies.” he says, walking in. “Hey! It’s still forbidden! Get out!” I yell. “Ooo, sorry.” he replies, stepping out and stands in the doorway. “I’m gonna get dresses, do you mind?” I ask. “Nope, I don’t mind.” he says, remaining at the doorway. “Leaving, I mean.” I say. “That I do mind.” he says. “Get out you perv!!” I yell, joking. He leaves. I get out my khaki sundress and take off my other clothes and slide it on. When its over my head, I see him walk back into the room. “Your gonna get hurt, boy!” I shout. “You saw me?” he asks. “They don’t call this a sundress for nothin’!!” I shout again. He laughs and leaves. I reach into my closet again and get out my brothers shorts and throw them at him and don’t leave the room. “Ok, now put ‘em on.” I order him. “Aren’t you gonna leave?” he asks. “No. You gotta peep show, now it’s my turn.” I tell him. “Ok! You wanna show do you?” he asks. He gets behind the sofa and quickly changes into the other shorts. “Hey you cheated!” I yell. “All’s fair in love and war, babe.” he answers. “Oh really?!” I say, smiling. “Really!” he replies. I run towards him and jump on his back, wrestling him down to the ground, sitting on him. “Hey, woa! This isn’t fair!!” he shouts, squirming around. He flips me off him and then sits on me. “Oh, god! Now I know why you got stuck!!” I shout, struggling. “Its a crazy world we live in, sweetcakes!” he says. I laugh. “Ok now get of me.” I say. “Sorry...”he says. I get back up and straighten up my dress. “Are you ready to meet some of my friends?” I ask, smirking at him. “Are there just two?” he asks me, smiling. “Oh you devil!!” I yell. This time I knock him down on the ground by jumping on top of him. “Oh no! Help me!!” he screams, jokingly. “Prepare to meet your demise, Lancelot!!!” I yell, holding my fists up while I sit on top of him. I wait for him to say something back, but he just lays there looking up at me. I quiet too and look down at him. “Whats going on...” I whisper. “I don’t know...” he whispers back as confused as I was. We were falling for each other when at first, we were only friends. I lean down and kiss him and he takes his hand and holds me. I jerk up. “No, we can’t do this.” I say, getting off him. “Why not?” he asks. “I just, I ruin every friendship with guys like this, I just wanna be friends.” I say, panicking. “Morgan, are you sure?” he asks. I nod. “Yes. Yes, I’m sure.” I tell him. He pauses for a second, still laying on the ground. “Thats cool...thats fine with me, hun.” he answers. “Huh? You mean, you-?” I ask. “I’d just like to have a girl as a friend for once too. This is a good idea.” he agrees. “Hmmph. Well, umm, lets go party?” I ask, holding out my hand, to help him up. “Party on!” he replies. He gets up and opens the door for me and shuts it as he leaves, like a gentlemen. I knew he was lying through his teeth when he agreed, but like the actress I was could play it off as well, but better.
“Well, this is my good friend Willow’s party. You won’t be bombarded here, these people are all goth freaks. You’ll fit right in.” I tell him. “You call your friends, freaks?” he asks. “Well, thats what they like to be called.” I tell him. He blinks, “Hmm.” he says under his breath. I park the car and get out, “Now Fiona is into Marilyn Manson but never strike up a conversation with her about him, or you’ll be tied up for the rest of the night. And Gaby, well, she’ll talk to any guy that’ll listen. She’s very desperate. Leah is nice, you could talk to her all night. She always wears blue, so shes not hard to find. And last but not least, Brooke, my best friend. She’s basically the only black women in Miami, so don’t even strike up a conversation with her because she’ll automatically think your racist.” I tell him. He looks at me, confused. “So basically, you just want me to drink all night and hide in the shadows?” he asks. “Umm, yes.” I replie. “Will there be music?” he asks. “Definatly.” I answer. “Then theres no way I’d listen to you.” he says, then smiles at me. “Come on...” I say.
We walk to the back yard and he automatically starts to dance to the music. As he works his way over to the dance floor, I meet Brooke by the snack table. “Hey!” I call out. “Over here!” Brooke yells. I walk over. “Hey, whos the hottie?” she asks. “Well, if I tell you, will you keep it on the low down?” I ask. “Your mah friend, of course.” she says, promising. “He’s a famous singer.” I tell her. “Really? He does look alittle familiar.” she says. “He’s from Nsync, his name is Lance. You’d never believe how I found him...” I start to say when he approaches me and drags me out on the dance floor. “Lance! No!” I plead but he has his arms wrapped around me, carrying me out. “Ok, lets see what you got...” he says, smirking at me. “I don’t dance.” I say, smiling back. “Oh thats a shame...” he says, using his sexy deep voice. I look away from him and I see Brooke giving me a thumbs up. I shake my head at her and she points at him so I turn around to see what he’s doing. I see him standing there, looking at me. “So?” he asks. I think for a second, then answer. “Why the heck not...” I say and start to dance. He is the professional here and I am there, swaying back and forth like an idiot. He looks at me funny. “You can’t dance, can you?” he asks, straight forward. “Sorry, I’m not perfect.” I answer, sarcastically. “Oh man, niether was I!! Ask anyone!!” he tells me, smiling. “Can we just leave?” I ask. “Morgan...I do believe you are shy?!” he says, smirking. “If I am?” I ask. “No problem, so am I!” he admits. “Yea right, you? You sing in front of a million of girls everyday and meet people you’ve never talked to before and strike up conversations, your shy?” I ask. “Yea...” he replies, still persisting. I act like I believe him and dance some more. “Just put your hands on my shoulders, I’ll lead.” he whispers. “Lead what?” I ask, but he starts to dance with me, sweeping me off my feet. After 5 dances, I beg him to let me go so I can rest. He stays out there, dancing by himself and with other girls. Brooke motions me over to the bathrooms. “Is he for real?!” she says, shocked. “I hope so...or else he is really disapointing.” I replie. “Don’t let this one go, Morgan! He is soooo hot!” she orders me. “Well, we aren’t dating or anything. We’re just friends.” I say. “Just friends? Is that possible?” she asks, shocked. “Umm...not yet.” I answer. “Did you two...!?” she says, anticipating my answer. “No. It’s not like that, Brooke. We barely made-out even.” I say. “Wow, you got more control than I do. Well, go back out there, he’s waiting.” she says, pointing him out. He is standing on the outside of the dance floor, leaning up against a post, waiting for me. “Ok, I’ll see ya later tonight. Bye!” I say, running away. I walk up to him and tap him on the shoulder. “Were you waiting?” I ask. “All night...” he says, smiling. “I meant for me!” I replie. “Oh yea, thats what I meant too!” he answers, smirking at me. He takes my hand and kisses it, “Would you like another twirl around the dance floor?” he asks. “I’d like that.” I say, grabbing his hand. He escorts me out the middle of the floor and we start to dance. The song ends, when “I Wanna Be With You” by Mandy Moore, comes on. I shake my head over at Brooke, knowing she had it put on for us. “I think we’ve just been set up...” I whisper into his ear. He pulls me closer. “I set us up...” he whispers back. I pull back, and look at him. “You did this?” I ask. “Yea...” he answers. “Morgan, you are so different from all the other girls. I’m so used to girls who freak over me just cus I’m in Nsync. I always hoped I’d find a girl who just liked me for me.” he whispers to me, with a serious face. I look completly shocked at him and gasp. “...Morgan, you all right?” he asks. “Your part of Nsync! OMG!!” I say, playing around. He laughs. “Your definatly not like the others!” he says. He hugs me as we dance. “Your a hugging kinda guy, aren’t you?” I ask. “Yea...I like to feel close to someone. Don’t you?” he asks. “...Yea. Huggin’s coo...” I say in my thug voice. He chuckles. After the song, I introduce him to Brooke. “So your who she was talking to. I’m Lance.” he introduces himself. “You’ve met anyone else tonight, Lance?” Brooke asks. “Actually, I danced with a few people. Umm, Fiona, Gaby got a little liking to me, and Leah. She was very sweet.” he says. “Wow, so you get around!” Brooke exclaims. “Oh yea, this one right here,” he says, holding me close, “we’re having an affair.”he whispers, playing around. Brooke laughs. “Your hilarious!” she says, laughing. I smile up at him and smiles back. “How’d you guys meet?” she asks. “Well, it was sorta a damsel in distress thing...”he says. “You rescued her?” Brooke asks, confused. “Actually she rescued me.” he says. Brooke laughs again. “I was in a tight predicament and she pulled me out.” he says. Brooke looks over at me, with a questioning expression. “He was stuck in his car, I had to pull him out!” I exclaimed. Lance blushes. “Honey, you didn’t have to tell allll the details...” he says, embarrassed. “Brooke won’t tell anyone, sweetie.” I reassure him. “Ok, I believe you, kitten.” he answers. I realize we sounded like an old married couple and began to laugh. Brooke looks at me like I’m crazy, but Lance starts to laugh along with me, both of us realizing how weird we sounded. And hour later, we left. He jumped in the driving seat. “Are you driving?” I ask. “I want you to meet the guys...” he says. “Didn’t you run away?” I ask. “Only for a day, it’s 2:00 at night. Days over...” he says, and starts to pull out. Then I realize what was happening. I look over at him, “Was I just a one day thing too?” I ask. “What?” he asks. “You heard me.” I replie. “I wouldn’t do that!” he exclaims. “I cannot believe you, Lance!” I yell. He stops the car. “Morgan, it started out that way, but I swear, it’s all different now!!” he says. “Get out of my car!!” I shout. “Morgan, please...” he says. I start to cry and point out the car. He pauses and then opens the door and slowly gets out. I crawl over to the drivers seat and pull away. In the rear view mirror, I can see him standing hopeless in the middle of the road.
As I go to unlock my door to my apartment, I notice the door is open. “Lance?” I ask, shouting. I hear a crash come from my bedroom. I set down my bag and walk over to my bedroom. “Oh my god!!” I yell. Two men were in there, rummaging through my stuff. Before one of them could speak, I feel a shot go through my body and I black out.
I wake up in a hospital room, with a luminous light being shined in my eyes. “She’s awake!” I hear a nurse shout vaguely. I squint my eyes, but they remove the light from eyes and 3 docters rush into the room, with one policeman. “You’ve been shot, hun. Can you move your leg?” one of them asks. I move my leg, but it hurts. “Yes.” I respond. “Whats you name, sweetie?” another asks. “Morgan Miller...” I mumble. “Do you remember what happened?” he asks again. “I was shot by two men.” I replie, in a weak voice. “Yea...your lucky this young gentlemen found you and called 911...” he tells me, motioning someone from where they were sitting. I see Lance hover above me, crying. “You got pretty banged up after they shot ya. Don’t worry, while you were out,we successfully got the bullet out of you thigh. You’ll be just fine. “ he says. “Would you like us to get you parents for you?” another asks. I nod. He smiles at me and they all leave the room, except Lance stays. “Lance...”I say turning to him, He caresses my face with his soft hands and quiets me. “Everything will be alright...” he whispers. “I shouldn’t have done that, I-” I start, but he makes me calm down. “How long have you been here?” I ask. He looks down at his watch, “5 hours...” he whispers. My parents rush in and come to my side. The questions come rolling in and my head begins spinning. “I’m fine, Mom. I was just hurt abit, the docters say I’m fine!”I exclaim. They keep rambling on and on about something, when Lance jumps in and gives them all the information I didn’t know. “The two men were caught by Morgan’s landlord, the bullet was removed safely and she’ll recover in a week or two.” he says, in one long sentence. “Who are you?” my mom asks. “I’m Morgan’s friend, Lance.” he says. I was surprised at how he handled my parents. They left us 10 mintues later. “How did you know that?” I asked. “I’ve been here for awhile. I picked up on conversations.” he says. “And no one recognized you?” I asked. “Oh yea, I was recognized alright. Theres a concert tonight at 7:30 sharp and I gotta go.” he says, annoyed. “I’m sorry...I really ruined everything.” I said, upset. “You didn’t ruin anything. If I hadn’t used you, you wouldn’t have gone back to your apartment alone.” he said, blaming himself. “Well, that might have helped things...” I admitted. He smiled. “I will never do this to you again. You have my promise on that.” he exclaims. “Again?” I asked. “Yea, I was hoping we could still get to know each other, while I’m tour and off tour...” he replies. “Me? Go on tour with you? Oh Lance, I can’t...my career.” I told him. “I could get you on a soap opera or something. I could help you out.” he answers back. “That would be great, but what accomplishment would I be making if that was the way it was?” I asked him. “I’m not winning here, am I?” he asks, upset. “This is hard for me too...I would like nothing more than to be with you, but-” I start to say, when he interrupts me, saying, “You can’t...” he says, as if he’s been told it before. I nod, slowly. I stare up at him, and watch as a tear falls down his cheek. “I thought you were the one, Morgan. I really did...” he says, walking away. “Lance...” I speak to him in a soft voice. He pauses at the door, and shakes his head, “If you see my name in your phone book, do me a favor and save me the pain of talking to you...”he says, in an angry, upset tone. Then he walks out of the room and doesn’t come back.
I spent a week in the hospital, recouperating. When I went back to my apartment, my landlord had bought me a cake and was going to throw a party, but I told him I was not in the mood for one. I walked in to my bedroom and noticed it was clean and spotless. I blinked, surprised. I walked into my kitchen, which was clean as well. I couldn’t explain it. I looked down and saw that my cat’s dish was refilled. I walk over to my answering machine. “You have 3 messages.” it told me. The first was my brother, the second was my landlord wishing me to get well and the last one was from a guy I had never knew. He said his name was Jc and that I needed to call him back. He left his number with the call so I dialed it. “Hello, is this Jc?” I asked. “No, wait, I’ll get him...” another guy said. I waited on the phone for two to three minutes before he came to the phone. “Hello?” he came on saying. “Yea, you left message on my answering machine?” I asked him. “Yea, how are you?” he asked. “I’m fine, look, who are you?” I asked. “I’m a good friend of Lance’s. You remember him right?” he asked, as if I had lost my memory or something. “Yes, I do. But, why are you calling me?” I asked, confused. “Look, he’s refusing to do anything with the guys or just live life right now, and we kinda thought it was because of you. What happened between you two?” the guy asked. “Look, thats really none of your business, if you don’t mind.” I replie. “Oh no, I don’t mind. Look, don’t be a, ya know, about this. Just don’t do this to him...alright?” he asked. I thought for a second. “I’ll talk to him.” I answered. “Great, I’ll get him...” he said, clicking the phone on hold.
The phone clicked again and I heard Lance mumble a ‘hello’ and ‘how are you doing’, but it sounded so pathetically sad. “Lance, what are you doing?” I asked. “Sitting...” he mumbles. “No, why are you doing this to yourself?” I asked, confused. “I want you. I want you sooo bad...” he whispered. “I heard you are the one who found me on the floor...”I said. “Yea, that was me. Did they tell you I wrestled one to the ground until your landlord came up?” he said. “Oh my god, Lance...you did that?” I asked. “Yea...but that makes no difference now...”he mumbles. “That is very romantic...” I whispered, in my sexy voice. I could almost hear him perk up. “Really?” he asks. “Yes...” I answer. “Look, I know we got off on a bad start, how about we start over? What do you say?” he asked. I smiled. “I’d like that.” I replied. “Great, we’ll go out today!” he said. “Today?” I asked. “Yea, I’ll pick you up?!” he said. “When?” I asked. The front door opened. “How about now?” he asked, clicking off the phone. I looked over at him shocked. “How did you...?!” I asked, shocked. He ran over to me and kiss me before I could say another word. And right then, it felt as if the planets and stars all shown down on us, as we stood there kissing. Everything felt so right and for the first time, it was. The End.
Finished so quickly???
