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I have to wish happy birthday to the wonderful

glendaglamazon. I love reading your posts and you're always so supportive when needed. You also give great beta. So thank you, for all that. I hope you have a fantastic day! *mwah*

Corey brought home the forms for admittance to secondary school today. Dude. Secondary school. Way to make me feel old. We've narrowed it down to one school. We did consider another, but though academically it has a better rep, it's a bus ride away. The local school isn't bad and has an excellent sports programme, plus it's within easy walking distance and all his friends will be going there. So, that's where he's going too.

Thinking about next year, when things will become much more sports focussed, we went to the local rugby club to ask about classes. He's been interested in rugby for a while, so we went to see if they teach junior classes, and they do. He's going to the first one next Sunday, they meet at 10 which means goodbye Sunday lie in. It's also pretty expensive, just one more thing to add to the list. Add it to scouts fees, the dry skiing he's doing with the scouts, the camps he's going to, the trips from school and the fact he wants to try karate too. Well, it's all expensive. Expense I don't begrudge in the slightest, but still.

More 5 things now. Just one because I need to go make tea. For

rikes who said

Justin feels like hell. Not that he shows it, he’s the master of plastered on smiles, feigning interest as his lungs wheeze and illness tightens his chest.

“Hey, can I steal him a moment?” Beaming smile and perfect politeness, but JC’s fingers are around Justin’s arm, pulling him away before anyone has a chance to protest.

Justin allows himself to be led away, always smiling, accepting shouted congratulations with the perfect inflection of humbleness and pride.

“In here.” JC looks around then pushes open a door. They walk inside, past the racks filled with coats, long rows filling the room. There’s a woman sitting near the door, a book of tickets open at her feet. Justin’s smile brightens, but she only glances up when they first walk inside, then goes back to her puzzle, chewing at a pen as she scowls down at the magazine in her lap.

“She’s fine, come on.” JC pushes past another rack, and Justin can’t help wondering how much he’s paid for her silence. When he sees the couch, shadowed and secluded behind the coats, he knows it can’t be enough.

The cushions are threadbare, over stuffed in a hideous pattern of violet and black. Justin sinks down onto them, pulling off his tie as he curls into a corner, resting his head against the arm. Eyes closing, his smile slips away.

“Here.”

Justin forces his eyes open, watching as JC opens his jacket, pulling a bottle of water from the inside pocket. Justin smiles again, but this smile doesn’t hurt his face. “Thanks.” He takes a long drink, grimacing as his throat protests, then settles back again.

“I’ll wake you when we have to go.” JC’s heavy against Justin’s side, his hand against Justin’s side, on guard and watching always.

~*~*~*~

It was never a thing. Justin hadn’t been pining after JC for years. It just didn’t happen that way.

So Justin can’t understand why it feels like his universe is washed in sunshine. Why he feels like dancing. Why things just feel right when he looks at JC, naked and sleeping in his bed.

~*~*~*~

Feet pounding against the walkway, JC runs up and up, above the swaying ocean of people watching their every move. He hits his mark, holds his hands up high. It’s impossible to stand still, and JC bounces to the music that surrounds him, waves at the crowd that scream his name.

Footsteps are lost in the crash of noise, but JC feels the walkway shake, knows Justin is running to join him. He only stays for seconds, slapping hands, grin wide. Then he’s gone, racing downwards, JC right behind.

~*~*~*~

Justin keeps an old sneaker box at his mom’s house. He looks at it sometimes, the contents scattered around him as he sits on the floor. Newspaper clippings are nestled next to ticket stubs and letters all covered in fine crystals of sand. The shells are dull but the magic remains, memories of a hot sun and a stormy ocean, the wind whipping through the dunes as the picnic blanket blows away. The ribbon comes from Britney’s hair. Justin always winds that around his fingers, lost in simpler years.

There’s nothing representing JC. His memories last more than one specific time, past vows of friendship that crumble with age. JC’s different. His memories are still being made.

~*~*~*~

JC’s expecting protests, for declarations concerning long held values about monogamy and love. He didn’t expect Justin’s eyes to light up, for him to hug JC close and whisper are you kidding? Yes in his ear.

It seems JC has underestimated Justin’s ability to love. Which is good; because three in a bed is always fun, especially when they both love Chris as they do.

~*~*~~

What?! It makes me happy! ;)

ETA:

seiyaharris just wrote me lobster and ho! And 5 ways Nsync got back together and they're just lovely!