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bossymarmalade) wrote2002-01-30 09:05 am
bossymarmalade) wrote2002-01-30 09:05 am
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Home.. Justin, naked from the waist up and splattered with tomato paste, didn't look the least bit uncomfortable or out of place. He never did, no matter how surreal the circumstances.
Sine Sanitate.. [JC] wasn't entirely sure what was worse: that he'd walked in on his best friend having sex with Nick Carter, that he was turned on by it, or that Chris somehow knew.
The Handbasket.. Chris felt the sudden need to smack somebody, but he really didn't know Brian that well, yet. Where was Justin when he needed him?
Worth It.. That can't be your name he's saying, can't be because it's never sounded like that, like a prayer, a question, the only answer.
Midnight Mass.. I look down and see him, without the usual winter regalia. His clothes are simple. He wears a smile, as he looks up at the falling snow, and starts to dance.
Sine Sanitate.. [JC] wasn't entirely sure what was worse: that he'd walked in on his best friend having sex with Nick Carter, that he was turned on by it, or that Chris somehow knew.
The Handbasket.. Chris felt the sudden need to smack somebody, but he really didn't know Brian that well, yet. Where was Justin when he needed him?
Worth It.. That can't be your name he's saying, can't be because it's never sounded like that, like a prayer, a question, the only answer.
Midnight Mass.. I look down and see him, without the usual winter regalia. His clothes are simple. He wears a smile, as he looks up at the falling snow, and starts to dance.