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laniew1Justin's List of New World Activities:
Sunday - Nick Carter Day
Monday - *NSYNC Day
Tuesday - Movies with JC
TITLE: The Guardians – JC/Justin – JC/AJ
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
The next chapter should be up tomorrow... seeing as how it's all written and everything. :)
Chapter 5
The door seemed to be mocking him Justin decided. It was probably on AJ’s side.
Folded in his back pocket was a list. One that Chris had made for him, though he was still disbelieving of the ‘amnesia’ that Justin was claiming. He’d had to put up with more than a couple ‘dropped on his head’ comments.
If Chris wasn’t one of his closest friends he probably wouldn’t have been able to deal with him.
But Chris was his only chance at figuring out his life in this crazy world that he was stuck in. Normally he would have chosen Trace over Chris, having known Trace for longer and trusting him a tad more. But Trace was nowhere to be seen and Justin knew, knew that Justin had never dragged him out here with him.
Of course over both Trace and Chris he would have chosen JC.
But he didn’t have JC here, JC was happy with AJ, a fact that Chris kept happily kept reminding him of. Just in case he’d forgotten.
Because of the amnesia.
But at least Chris had made the list. Each day listed out with the activities that he normally partook in.
Sunday was his Nick Carter day, and that’s exactly what Chris had written on the list. Basketball with Nick, Brian and AJ. Videogames with Nick, then dinner with Nick (normally something chicken). Chris had made a point of telling him that it was the one day that Nick and Megan spent apart, totally apart.
Monday had been *NSYNC day, he and his now three brothers had sat in an awkward silence as they tried to deal with each other.
Tuesday was the day he spent with JC, and he’d actually been looking forward to it til he’d arrived at JC’s house and realized that this was not his home. That JC had made a home with someone else, with three other someone else’s and didn’t remember him at all.
He could vividly remember their home, the one that they’d shared together before his world had been totally fucked up and no one was who and where they were supposed to be.
And now the door was mocking him. Daring him to knock and enter and have AJ knock him flat on his ass because that’s what he’d do to anyone who tried to steal JC from him.
“Are you going to stand out here all day?” JC was looking at him with an amused expression and Justin blinked… he hadn’t even seen the door open.
“I was just…”
“Staring at the door, you’ve seen it before J,” JC ushered him in, touching his back lightly as he pushed him forward letting the door close behind them. “I didn’t think you were coming.”
“It’s Tuesday,” Justin mumbled dumbly, his eyes seemed permanently locked on JC’s body. He’d never seen him look so… so normal. Just plain blue jeans and a t-shirt. His hair was straight, falling to his shoulders and he looked so familiar and so different at the same time that Justin wanted to cry.
JC was his home and all he wanted to do was curl himself around JC and allow himself to be petted and soothed and told that everything was going to be okay.
“You’re staring,” JC grinned at him falling in a graceful motion onto the couch.
“You just look…” beautiful he wanted to say. “Better…” he said instead.
JC smiled at him, a genuine smile that had always managed to make Justin feel weak-kneed before and was no different now. Instead of collapsing into a puddle at JC’s feet he collapsed onto the couch.
“Well my brain not trying to work its way out of my head through my eyes probably helps some.”
Justin smiled back at him, rolling his shoulders to try and relax. He’d never been this uncomfortable around JC before. Hadn’t even sat this far away from JC since they’d begun dating. A normal day like this one, a day of movies and whatnot he would have been curled up around him. JC’s head resting in his lap as he ran his fingers through his hair.
This would take some getting used to.
Clearing his throat in an attempt to dislodge the lump forming there he glanced around the room. Wished he hadn’t.
Pictures of JC with AJ lined the shelves surrounding the television. Pictures of JC and AJ looking happy.
God his life sucked.
“So what do you want to watch first?” JC was oblivious to his discomfort and sadness, had instead shifted on the couch and was flipping through a pile of DVD’s.
“Whatever,” Justin shrugged, which he realized as soon as the word left his mouth was not what he should have said. JC looked over at him in confusion.
“Whatever?” he asked eyebrows arching and what Justin would swear was amusement in his eyes.
“Umm…”
“So if I put in say…” JC flipped through the DVD’s and pulled one out to shake at him “When Harry Met Sally you won’t say a word.”
“I didn’t say that…”
“You didn’t?”
“Well no… it’s just you’ve been sick… and you know…” Justin struggled gamely on, stopping only when he saw JC’s shoulders shaking. “You’re such a bitch you know that,” he stated.
“You say such sweet things to me,” JC cooed.
“You don’t like it when I say sweet things to you,” Justin murmured softly. He glanced up as JC walked past him, DVD in hand. He watched him press the buttons, getting whatever movie he’d chosen ready. Frowning when he saw JC’s hands trembling.
Turning back to him JC crossed his arms across his chest, his eyes meeting Justin’s slowly.
“Jace?” he queried, his voice quiet as he moved to stand. He could swear those were tears in JC’s eyes, though he didn’t know why.
“Don’t… let’s just… watch the movie.”
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The kiss happened in the kitchen, four movies, two meals and a snack later.
Justin had been ready to give up ever seeing any sign of affection from JC ever again. Especially after spending the four movies having to keep his gaze from wandering to the photos.
He didn’t remember having two photos of the two of them lining a shelf let alone the near dozens that JC and AJ had obviously posed for.
It seemed like cruel and inhuman punishment to be forced to see that smile on JC’s face when he wasn’t the cause.
Justin kissed him because JC was laughing at him, reminiscent of old times when they’d be in the kitchen rinsing off plates and glasses before putting them in the dishwasher. When he’d trap JC against the sink or the counter, or some other hard surface and kiss him until they were both breathless and panting. He’d been so caught up in his memories of ‘old times’ that he’d just leaned in and took possession and JC had let him.
For about ten seconds.
Then his hand came up to slowly push Justin away, even as Justin’s hand came up to touch his face.
“You do love me,” he murmured an expression of wonder on his face.
“Please don’t do this,” JC’s voice was barely a whisper and tears were in his eyes.
“Jace?”
“I won’t choose between you, I can’t. Don’t make me.”
“But…”
“Please Justin,” JC mumbled as he neatly slipped out of the impromptu embrace that Justin had managed to pull him into.
“But you love me,” Justin protested.
“I love AJ to.”
“JC…”
“I’m not leaving him Justin, not ever. I won’t choose between you and neither one of is going to make me,” JC stated stubbornly, his eyes flashed angrily even as Justin noted the tears in them.
With one final look at Justin he turned on his heel and fled the room.
“Fuck.”
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He stared at the water until darkness fell and he could no longer see the gentle ripples. His eyes fell shut and his hands clenched into fists at his side.
“I’m not leaving him Justin, not ever. I won’t choose between you and neither one of is going to make me.”
He was angry and he had no idea at who. He couldn’t be angry at JC who didn’t understand that it was okay for him to love Justin. That he was supposed to be with Justin.
Even here where this world was so different.
He couldn’t be angry at AJ, because AJ’s only fault was that he’d gotten there first.
He could be angry with himself because there seemed to be no one else to blame. He needed a plan, something to show JC that it was okay to be with him. That AJ wasn’t any good for him.
He just didn’t know how to do that when in this world AJ seemed to be making him happier than Justin had ever made him.
“It’s not supposed to be this hard,” he whispered dejectedly. The sound of twig breaking surprised him and he whirled.
Megan stood a few feet away watching him with gentle kindness, her eyes sad.
“Did you really think we would make it easy for you?”
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Sunday - Nick Carter Day
Monday - *NSYNC Day
Tuesday - Movies with JC
TITLE: The Guardians – JC/Justin – JC/AJ
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
The next chapter should be up tomorrow... seeing as how it's all written and everything. :)
Chapter 5
The door seemed to be mocking him Justin decided. It was probably on AJ’s side.
Folded in his back pocket was a list. One that Chris had made for him, though he was still disbelieving of the ‘amnesia’ that Justin was claiming. He’d had to put up with more than a couple ‘dropped on his head’ comments.
If Chris wasn’t one of his closest friends he probably wouldn’t have been able to deal with him.
But Chris was his only chance at figuring out his life in this crazy world that he was stuck in. Normally he would have chosen Trace over Chris, having known Trace for longer and trusting him a tad more. But Trace was nowhere to be seen and Justin knew, knew that Justin had never dragged him out here with him.
Of course over both Trace and Chris he would have chosen JC.
But he didn’t have JC here, JC was happy with AJ, a fact that Chris kept happily kept reminding him of. Just in case he’d forgotten.
Because of the amnesia.
But at least Chris had made the list. Each day listed out with the activities that he normally partook in.
Sunday was his Nick Carter day, and that’s exactly what Chris had written on the list. Basketball with Nick, Brian and AJ. Videogames with Nick, then dinner with Nick (normally something chicken). Chris had made a point of telling him that it was the one day that Nick and Megan spent apart, totally apart.
Monday had been *NSYNC day, he and his now three brothers had sat in an awkward silence as they tried to deal with each other.
Tuesday was the day he spent with JC, and he’d actually been looking forward to it til he’d arrived at JC’s house and realized that this was not his home. That JC had made a home with someone else, with three other someone else’s and didn’t remember him at all.
He could vividly remember their home, the one that they’d shared together before his world had been totally fucked up and no one was who and where they were supposed to be.
And now the door was mocking him. Daring him to knock and enter and have AJ knock him flat on his ass because that’s what he’d do to anyone who tried to steal JC from him.
“Are you going to stand out here all day?” JC was looking at him with an amused expression and Justin blinked… he hadn’t even seen the door open.
“I was just…”
“Staring at the door, you’ve seen it before J,” JC ushered him in, touching his back lightly as he pushed him forward letting the door close behind them. “I didn’t think you were coming.”
“It’s Tuesday,” Justin mumbled dumbly, his eyes seemed permanently locked on JC’s body. He’d never seen him look so… so normal. Just plain blue jeans and a t-shirt. His hair was straight, falling to his shoulders and he looked so familiar and so different at the same time that Justin wanted to cry.
JC was his home and all he wanted to do was curl himself around JC and allow himself to be petted and soothed and told that everything was going to be okay.
“You’re staring,” JC grinned at him falling in a graceful motion onto the couch.
“You just look…” beautiful he wanted to say. “Better…” he said instead.
JC smiled at him, a genuine smile that had always managed to make Justin feel weak-kneed before and was no different now. Instead of collapsing into a puddle at JC’s feet he collapsed onto the couch.
“Well my brain not trying to work its way out of my head through my eyes probably helps some.”
Justin smiled back at him, rolling his shoulders to try and relax. He’d never been this uncomfortable around JC before. Hadn’t even sat this far away from JC since they’d begun dating. A normal day like this one, a day of movies and whatnot he would have been curled up around him. JC’s head resting in his lap as he ran his fingers through his hair.
This would take some getting used to.
Clearing his throat in an attempt to dislodge the lump forming there he glanced around the room. Wished he hadn’t.
Pictures of JC with AJ lined the shelves surrounding the television. Pictures of JC and AJ looking happy.
God his life sucked.
“So what do you want to watch first?” JC was oblivious to his discomfort and sadness, had instead shifted on the couch and was flipping through a pile of DVD’s.
“Whatever,” Justin shrugged, which he realized as soon as the word left his mouth was not what he should have said. JC looked over at him in confusion.
“Whatever?” he asked eyebrows arching and what Justin would swear was amusement in his eyes.
“Umm…”
“So if I put in say…” JC flipped through the DVD’s and pulled one out to shake at him “When Harry Met Sally you won’t say a word.”
“I didn’t say that…”
“You didn’t?”
“Well no… it’s just you’ve been sick… and you know…” Justin struggled gamely on, stopping only when he saw JC’s shoulders shaking. “You’re such a bitch you know that,” he stated.
“You say such sweet things to me,” JC cooed.
“You don’t like it when I say sweet things to you,” Justin murmured softly. He glanced up as JC walked past him, DVD in hand. He watched him press the buttons, getting whatever movie he’d chosen ready. Frowning when he saw JC’s hands trembling.
Turning back to him JC crossed his arms across his chest, his eyes meeting Justin’s slowly.
“Jace?” he queried, his voice quiet as he moved to stand. He could swear those were tears in JC’s eyes, though he didn’t know why.
“Don’t… let’s just… watch the movie.”
The kiss happened in the kitchen, four movies, two meals and a snack later.
Justin had been ready to give up ever seeing any sign of affection from JC ever again. Especially after spending the four movies having to keep his gaze from wandering to the photos.
He didn’t remember having two photos of the two of them lining a shelf let alone the near dozens that JC and AJ had obviously posed for.
It seemed like cruel and inhuman punishment to be forced to see that smile on JC’s face when he wasn’t the cause.
Justin kissed him because JC was laughing at him, reminiscent of old times when they’d be in the kitchen rinsing off plates and glasses before putting them in the dishwasher. When he’d trap JC against the sink or the counter, or some other hard surface and kiss him until they were both breathless and panting. He’d been so caught up in his memories of ‘old times’ that he’d just leaned in and took possession and JC had let him.
For about ten seconds.
Then his hand came up to slowly push Justin away, even as Justin’s hand came up to touch his face.
“You do love me,” he murmured an expression of wonder on his face.
“Please don’t do this,” JC’s voice was barely a whisper and tears were in his eyes.
“Jace?”
“I won’t choose between you, I can’t. Don’t make me.”
“But…”
“Please Justin,” JC mumbled as he neatly slipped out of the impromptu embrace that Justin had managed to pull him into.
“But you love me,” Justin protested.
“I love AJ to.”
“JC…”
“I’m not leaving him Justin, not ever. I won’t choose between you and neither one of is going to make me,” JC stated stubbornly, his eyes flashed angrily even as Justin noted the tears in them.
With one final look at Justin he turned on his heel and fled the room.
“Fuck.”
He stared at the water until darkness fell and he could no longer see the gentle ripples. His eyes fell shut and his hands clenched into fists at his side.
“I’m not leaving him Justin, not ever. I won’t choose between you and neither one of is going to make me.”
He was angry and he had no idea at who. He couldn’t be angry at JC who didn’t understand that it was okay for him to love Justin. That he was supposed to be with Justin.
Even here where this world was so different.
He couldn’t be angry at AJ, because AJ’s only fault was that he’d gotten there first.
He could be angry with himself because there seemed to be no one else to blame. He needed a plan, something to show JC that it was okay to be with him. That AJ wasn’t any good for him.
He just didn’t know how to do that when in this world AJ seemed to be making him happier than Justin had ever made him.
“It’s not supposed to be this hard,” he whispered dejectedly. The sound of twig breaking surprised him and he whirled.
Megan stood a few feet away watching him with gentle kindness, her eyes sad.
“Did you really think we would make it easy for you?”
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Date: 2003-06-09 08:05 pm (UTC)He just didn’t know how to do that when in this world AJ seemed to be making him happier than Justin had ever made him.
Oh! oh oh oh oh oh!
I love JC.
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Date: 2003-06-16 03:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-06-16 03:39 pm (UTC)