Disclaimer: This story is not true. I do not know the guys from *NSYNC. This did NOT happen. Got that? And this story can be a little dark. I am warning you. If you like happy endings and no tears, then this story isn't for you. Under 18 years old? Don't read this. If you do, don't blame me for any trouble u run into. Homophobic? LEAVE. This isn't for you. What are u even doing at Nifty???
It's been ages since I've posted anything. I'm not going to make excuses. I simply got tired of the story. But I've started writing again, thinking maybe I can take this story somewhere. That maybe the plot is good enough to warrant more than a half assed attempt. My email address has changed. It is now Expression_of_Truth@hotmail.com Feel free to email me with suggestions, comments, flames, etc. _____________________________________________________________________________
~~ Justin ~~
I hated to watch all this. Lance and Chris were just trying to hold it all together but Joey's newest habit was straining us all. JC looked worse everyday. Joey's reclusive side was rubbing off on JC and slowly, we were losing them both. At times, I was angry at Joe. I mean, this was his fault. Sure, he'd been hurt before but I'd had enough of his feeling sorry for himself. I knew he wasn't blind; he saw what it was doing to us all. If only one of us could talk him past his fears.
But he wouldn't let us in. Not even me. He used to tell me everything. Not that he needed to say a word. At times, I thought my gifts a curse. It wasn't always a good thing to be able to feel what others felt, or to hold the ability to read anyone like an open book. I'd always been this way. For as long as I can remember, I'd always felt somewhat alien. I'd never met anyone who could do these things that come so naturally to me. I'd taught myself at a young age to read people. Now, I could read feelings and even thoughts if I tried. At times, when the feelings were intense, I didn't even need to try. I felt the pain or happiness of others even when I didn't want to.
My gifts had become a bit too much for me as a teenager and I'd tried to turn them off. I found myself feeling naked and alone without my talents. Now, I could almost do anything with my mind. If I concentrated, I could move things. Little things, mostly, but I was still working on perfecting my skill. All it took, usually, was a thought and I could make anyone smile, even through tears. Why the fates had graced me with such abnormalities, I doubt I'll ever know.
But, as I said, at times, my gifts became a curse... _____________________________________________________________________________
~~ JC ~~
"Go away!" I screamed through the door. You'd think the guys would learn to respect a locked door.
"Josh, let me in." A quiet voice responded. Joe. This I hadn't expected. I was at the door before I even realized I'd moved. I guess the shock hit me a bit hard. But I shouldn't have moved so fast and when I opened the door, I had to brace myself against the door frame to keep from falling. Ok, so maybe going without food for four days hadn't been too smart. I should have made myself eat. But I guess my mood lately had stolen my appetite.
"I'm sick of this, Josh. We need to talk this through. I can't deal with it anymore." Sighing lightly, I let him in. He was right, I guess. I should let him say what he felt needed to be said and be done with it.
"So then, talk." I commanded him. He looked hesitant but finally spoke up and came clean about something the others had tried so many times to tell me.
"Look, Jace. The reason I've been avoiding you, well, everyone actually is kind of hard to explain. I mean, I don't know if you even want to hear this." I made a move to say something but he put his hand over my mouth, effectively shutting me up. "I love you. But I'm scared as hell. You may think that I'm being selfish, but I don't want to get hurt. And with all you are to me, you could do more than just hurt me, JC. You could damn well kill me."
I sat back, shocked for the second time that night. What the hell was I supposed to say to that? I guess the stress, lack of food in my system, and shock were too much for me because no sooner had I stood up to get a drink, then I found myself falling. I almost hoped he wouldn't catch me. Joey, I could handle. But when his heart made him act the part of a hero, it was all I could do not to look at him and see what was in his eyes. It was all I could do not to fall even more in love with him. _____________________________________________________________________________