I'm sorry about the last part. It was a lot shorter than I meant it to be, but I didn't have much time between school and other things. Thanks to everyone who's written me I really appreciate it.
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Disclaimer: This is a fictional story of homosexual content involving the members of *NSYNC. To my knowledge they are not gay and I do not claim to know that they are. If you are offended by this type of material . . . don't read it. If you're under 18 . . . come back when you're older. * * *
"Justin! What are you doing!?" JC laughed out as Justin ran by him and down the stairs for the third time that morning.
"I'm just trying to mmm mmm," Justin's voice tapered off as he disappeared down the hall.
JC followed Justin slowly down the stairs. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the cupboard.
"JC, have you seen my blue Carolina jacket?" Justin breathed heavily as he jogged into the kitchen.
JC slowly filled his glass with water and took a long sip before responding, causing Justin to get more and more impatient.
"You're wearing it, Justin," he replied slowly.
It took Justin a moment before he actually heard what JC said. He looked down at himself and realized he was wearing his jacket. He smiled at JC.
"Thanks J," he grinned, turning to leave.
"Wait, Justin!" JC quickly set down his glass and grabbed Justin's arm, before he could get away.
Justin turned around and looked at JC curiously.
"What?"
"Curly, you are so hyper! What are you runnin' around for?" JC laughed.
Justin bit his lip and tried to figure out a reasonable response. He couldn't really delay the truth much longer, but he wasn't sure if he was ready to admit it yet.
"I'm really excited about seeing Angelique," Justin semi-lied.
"Obviously," JC snorted letting go of Justin's jacket sleeve.
Justin immediately ran out of the room.
JC simply laughed and hopped up onto the counter to finish his glass of water.
He wasn't the only one who'd noticed Justin's odd behavior. The other guys had too, not so much Joey because he was always busy with something, but the other guys had because they hung around the house more often. Justin had been acting hyper and jumpy for the better part of a week now. And it was obvious he was hiding something, but none of them pressed it because they figured if it was important, then he'd tell them eventually.
"J, have you seen my keys?" Justin yelled as he ran up the stairs.
JC just chuckled to himself as he stared at Justin's keys sitting on the kitchen table directly in front of him. He finished off his glass of water and set the glass in the sink.
Justin ran into the kitchen and repeated his question.
"JC, where are my keys? Have you seen my keys? We need to go! We're going to be late!" Justin rushed out in one breath.
JC jumped down off the counter.
"J, you need to relax," he laughed.
Justin looked at him strangely.
JC put his arm around Justin's shoulder and pointed at the table where his keys were lying.
Justin followed JC's finger with his gaze and immediately surged for his keys. He grabbed them and then turned and grabbed JC's arm, pulling him out of the house.
"Come on, JC! We have to hurry! We're late!" Justin ordered dragging JC through the crowded airport by the arm.
Angelique's plane had gotten in exactly on time, but Justin and JC had hit traffic and subsequently, hadn't gotten there on time.
After a bit of pushing and shoving, they finally reached the gate where people were already unloading. Justin looked around frantically trying to see if they had gotten off the plane yet. He didn't know what he would do if he couldn't find them.
JC was a little unsure of who he was looking for. He'd only seen Angelique once and that had been about 4 years ago. From what he remembered of her, she had long blonde hair and a pretty face. He'd never met Josh. . . whoever that was. So, he didn't know who he should be watching for.
Out of the corner of his eye, JC saw a woman, who looked about 20, approaching with a little boy.
"I'm sorry, we can't sign any autographs. We're trying to find someone," JC told the woman trying not to sound rude.
The woman simply smiled at him and let go of the little boy's hand.
"Regarder, Joshy!" she said crouching down to his height and pointing at Justin.
The boy looked at Justin curiously for a moment as if waiting for something.
JC nudged Justin in the side. Justin turned to look at him with a frown.
"JC, don't bug me! I need to find--" Justin tapered off as he caught site of the little boy.
"Joshua!" he cried out. Justin ran over and swooped the little boy up in his arms, swinging him around in a circle before resting the toddler on his hip.
"Joshy! I missed you soo much!" Justin laughed hugging the boy tightly.
"I missed you too, uh. . . Justin," Josh giggled. He leaned up and kissed Justin lightly on the lips like little children do to people they are fond of.
Justin smiled at the little boy's attempt to keep his secret.
Justin looked up and saw Angelique for the first time.
"Hi Angel," Justin said smiling.
"Hi Justin."
"Give me a hug, girl," Justin laughed. He stepped up and pulled her into a hug, still holding Josh on his hip. The little boy wrapped his arms around the both of them, making it a group hug.
"Notre petite famille," Angelique whispered.
Justin pulled back and smiled at her.
JC watched on curiously. Angelique looked basically the same, he felt bad that he hadn't recognized her, but the little boy. . . JC couldn't place it. He watched Josh as Justin and Angelique talked. Josh didn't really look like Angelique, but they had to be related somehow. . . but what was it? He had the most familiar face and JC swore he knew those eyes. . .
"JC are you ready?" Justin's voice jarred JC out of his thoughts.
JC nodded his head and turned to walk with them, but something made him stop. He turned back around and looked at Justin holding Josh. He slowly began to pick up on the similarities. . . the same ocean blue eyes. . . the same curly blonde hair. . . and the smile. . .
"Are you ready?" Justin's voice once again knocked JC out of his thoughts.
"Y-yeah," JC replied shaking the confusing thoughts out of his head. He followed them slowly toward the baggage claim, trying not to think about all the disconcerting theories floating around his head.
At the baggage claim, the group picked up one duffle bag and a little bright red suitcase which had to be Josh's because of it's small size.
Josh wiggled and squirmed in Justin's arms until Justin finally set him down on the ground.
"I wan ta carry it," he said to JC who was carrying his suitcase.
JC smiled down at him and set the suitcase down for Josh to take.
Josh took a hold of his little rolling suitcase in one hand and grabbed JC's hand with his free hand. He turned and grinned a somehow familiar cheesy grin. After a moment of staring, JC returned the grin.
They continued quickly out of the crowded airport, hoping no one had spotted them.
When they reached Justin's car, Justin took Angelique's bag and Josh's suitcase and walked around to the back of the car.
"JC, can you grab my keys?" Justin mumbled around the keys he held in his teeth.
"Sure thing," JC replied. He walked around the back of the car and took the keys from Justin's mouth. He unlocked the trunk and took one of the bags from Justin. As he set Josh's suitcase in the trunk he caught sight of the ID tag. He hesitated a moment before he reached down and turned it over.
JC had just enough time to read the name before Justin snatched it out of his hand and closed the trunk.
JC looked up at Justin wide-eyed.
"Justin. . ." JC choked out.
"No. I'm not going to talk about it," Justin growled, giving JC a glare that would break glass.
"Bu--"
"NO!" Justin yelled walking around to his side of the car. He climbed into the driver's seat and slammed the door without another word.
JC climbed silently into the back seat. He buckled his seat belt and turned to face forward, staring obliviously out the window.
He couldn't believe it. How could this be possible? It couldn't be. There was no way! How could Josh be--
"Hey, um. . ." a little voice asked while tugging on his sleeve.
JC turned to face the intrusion, taking a moment to pull himself back into reality. He focused on the charming face of Josh.
"What Josh?" JC asked sounding a little more harsh than he meant to.
The little boy frowned but didn't pull away, he actually moved an inch or two closer. He rested his chin on JC's arm before speaking.
"Are you mad?" he asked in his innocent little voice.
JC's face softened at the childish concern.
"Yeah. I'm okay, Josh," he sighed. "Did you know that my name is Josh too?"
Josh smiled and nodded.
"Yeah mom told me," he replied.
"Mom?" JC asked an idea forming in his head. "You mean Angelique?"
Josh nodded again.
"Uh huh."
"What about the rest of your family? What about your brothers and sisters? What about your dad?" JC prodded.
"JC! Leave him alone!" Justin yelled. "We will talk inside."
JC looked up sharply and was surprised to see that they were indeed at the house.
JC reached over and unbuckled Josh's seat belt, before undoing his own and climbing out of the car. He walked slowly around to the back of the car and took the duffle bag Justin tossed at him. He walked obliviously up to the house. All his motions were mechanical, he didn't know what was going on. He thought Justin told him everything, but obviously he had been wrong.
Angelique watched him walk away.
"I think you should tell him, Justin," she advised.
"Of course you do!" Justin yelled throwing his hands up in the air.
"Why did you have to write his name on there?" he fumed.
"I figured that by the time we got here, you would have already told them who Josh was! I can't believe you still haven't told them!" Angelique yelled.
"I was going to! I mean, I meant to . . . " Justin tapered off and looked down at his sneakers.
Angelique reached out and took the luggage from Justin's hands. He looked up at her and she pointed sternly at the house.
"Go. Tell him right now," she commanded.
"But--"
"Non! Aller!" Angelique ordered switching to French. Justin knew she was serious when she started ordering him around in French. She used simple comman ds that couldn't be argued with.
Justin frowned and turned towards the house. He walked slowly up to the house as if trying to delay the inevitable.
"Mom!" Justin called as he walked into the house.
"What honey?" she replied leaning out of her office door.
"Um, Angelique and Josh are here, and uhm have you seen JC?"
"They're here! Why aren't you helping them with there things?" Lynn asked her son.
Justin frowned.
"Angel told me to go talk to JC."
"Can't that wait?"
"No," Justin frowned. "She wants me to tell him about Josh."
"You haven't told him yet!?" Lynn yelled as she walked towards the door.
"Go talk!" she said, giving him a slap on the back of the head.
"Ow! Mom, I was going!" Justin whined, turning to walk up the stairs.
Justin walked down the hall towards JC's room, wondering if that's where he had chosen to go. Justin hesitated a moment before knocking lightly, hoping that there would be no response. As he was about to turn away, the door opened and there stood JC, looking confused and angry.
The two friends stood there staring at each other until JC took a step to the side allowing Justin to pass by, into the room. Justin walked slowly into the room. He looked everywhere but at JC.
Justin took a deep breath before turning to face his best friend. There was a minute of silence, then Justin sighed and caved in.
"What's wrong JC?" Justin asked.
"What's wrong!?" JC yelled. "What's wrong! Justin I don't have one clue what's going on! All I know is that there is something you've been keeping from me and everyone else for God knows how long! Why don't you tell me what's going on!?"
Justin sighed and looked down at his shoes, studying the reflective Nike sign.
"Justin!" JC screamed. "What the fuck is going on!" JC took a deep breath to calm himself down, then looked at Justin.
"Who is Josh, Justin?" JC asked eerily calm.
Justin looked up from his sneakers and into the eyes of his best friend. A thousand thoughts flew through Justin's head in the few seconds before he spoke.
Justin took a deep breath and spoke confidently.
"Joshua. . . is my son."
TBC. . .
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