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Was gonna write about music and stuff today but then JC and Lance broke up.
I call Lance's house and Joey answers. Joey's gonna stay there for a few days and force-feed him ice-cream and make sure he doesn't do anything Lance-like, like party his head off or get a piercing.
"So, Lance is pretty bad, huh?" I ask Joey on the phone, and I think I sound genuinely worried, even though I'm actually thinking about the birthmark right under Chris's left buttcheek. Oh yeah baby. Though, am a good friend and am of course concerned for poor Lance.
Joey sighs. "Yeah, he's quite a mess. Terrible, just terrible. But I wasn't suppose to tell you that. Lance would kill you if you told JC."
"Why on earth would I tell JC?"
Mmm, buttcheeks.
"Just don't, okay."
I agree not to tell JC (snort), only so that Joey will finally let me talk to Lance. He needs my listening support right now.
"I miss him," he tells me in a gloomy voice when he comes to the phone. "But me and JC...I don't know, it's just...there was always so much stuff between us, like, he slept with Nick and he's slept with Chris, and with you and-"
"What?" I interrupt the doodling of buttcheeks I'm doing. "JC and I have never had sex."
There's a pause, then Lance says, sounding genuinely surprised. "No? Really? Like...never?"
"Of course not, I would never sleep with JC!"
Okay, so there was that time back in October when I showed him my dick and demanded that he fuck me, but I was repressing feelings for Chris and anyway Lance doesn't have to know that.
"Wasn't there a time back in October when you showed him your dick and begged him to fuck you?" Lance says.
Stupid JC!
"Your ex-boyfriend is a bitch," I say, momentarily forgetting about the listening-supportiveness. "Be glad he dumped you like yesterday's underwear."
I hear Lance draw a deep breath and I feel bad. "Sorry," I say quickly. "Joey says you're a mess."
"Yeah, well, how would you feel if you and Chris broke up?"
Honestly? The thought of it makes my stomach cramp up.
"I'm sorry," I say again in a small voice. I suddenly feel horrible for thinking about buttcheeks when Lance NEEDS me!
Before we hang up Lance says, "Look, J, don't tell JC about any of this, okay. I just don't want him to know."
Honestly! Why do none of them think I can keep a secret? It's not like JC has direct access to my brain or anything.
Pffft.