JC was putting the last of his shorts into the drawer when he heard the front door open. It didn't take him more than a second to realize it was Justin, the only other person that had a key to his house, and he bit his lip wondering why Justin hadn't knocked like usually did.

"Jace?" he heard Justin yell from downstairs and he paused his hands over his open duffel bag when he saw his boyfriend walk into the room moments later.

"Justin."

"Let's go," Justin breathed out, closing the distance between them and kissing him firmly, almost hungrily.

"Justin what is it?" JC asked, pulling away as he looked over his boyfriend's worried face.

"The guys," Justin said and took a large breath before leaning his forehead against JC's and whispering. "They're on their way over here, they didn't like us together, they want us apart."

"What?" JC asked, taking a step back but still holding onto Justin's hands.

"I told them about us, like I said I would and they, I don't know," Justin said shaking his head and JC saw his eyes widen in a small innocence. "They think us getting together will only mean a breakup later and then a breakup for the group."

"But they-"

"I know," he interrupted but shook his head quickly. "I just want to get away, they're coming here to talk to you, to try to convince us to stop seeing each other and I can't deal with that now."

"Justin," JC now breathed out trying to collect all of this with time but Justin only shook his head again and squeezed his hands.

"Just take some clothes, I have some clothes that I use for the gym in the back of my car. We can just get away before they come here. I don't have work and neither do you and we can just leave."

"But-."

"JC please," Justin said and JC paused as he looked over his pleading boyfriend. His eyes looked over the bag, to the carpet, then up to Justin's face again before letting out a quick breath.

"Let's go."

The End

Authors' note: Don't worry, it's not really over. We have a sequal in the works...