The Next Step
Sep. 7th, 2001 12:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
butterflyThat's probably going to be the name of my 'coming out' series. Now I need individual title names and to flesh out the idea more.
I'm pretty excited about this. Now, I'm not deleting anything that I type, even if I hate it.
The Next Step
Britney just looked at him and he sighed. She was right. He wasn't happy. He hated the pretending. He hated kissing the wrong person in public. The secret had almost been fun in the beginning. They'd laughed about how easy it was to fool the media and the public.
But now... everyone expected him to commit. He sure as hell wasn't going to pretend himself into a marriage, not that Lance or Brit would let him.
The truth was that he was just tired of pushing away the urge to touch Lance. He wanted to have the freedom to kiss his boy in public and look at him when he sang those cheesy love songs.
Justin looked away from Britney, closing his eyes tightly. He heard her shift and felt her arms wrapping around his waist.
"You need to talk to Lance. Baby, this is killin' you." Her voice was soothing, the accent slightly thicker than normal, a comfortable sound that brought to mind their years of friendship.
"I don't..." Justin opened his eyes, trying to explain. "We don't talk. I mean, yeah, we talk. It's... Brit, I'm afraid." His voice cracked on the last word. "What if... What if we can't be a normal couple? I'm so used to sneaking around."
Britney let out a soft sigh, one of her hands reaching up to stroke his fuzzy, still short hair. "Oh, baby... I don't know what to tell you. You and Lance fit, baby, you do. Talk to him about this stuff. Let him know how you feel."
"Brit..." Justin let out a shuddering breath. "I can't break down in front of him. He waited so long for me to decide that I was ready, you know. It's always been at my pace. I've always been the one to... I was the one who said that we needed to keep it a secret."
"He loves you, honey." Britney turned his head, so that she was looking into his eyes. "Trust him."
"I don't want to push him. And I can't tell him... I'm a brat, sometimes, I know. But I can't..."
I'm pretty excited about this. Now, I'm not deleting anything that I type, even if I hate it.
The Next Step
Britney just looked at him and he sighed. She was right. He wasn't happy. He hated the pretending. He hated kissing the wrong person in public. The secret had almost been fun in the beginning. They'd laughed about how easy it was to fool the media and the public.
But now... everyone expected him to commit. He sure as hell wasn't going to pretend himself into a marriage, not that Lance or Brit would let him.
The truth was that he was just tired of pushing away the urge to touch Lance. He wanted to have the freedom to kiss his boy in public and look at him when he sang those cheesy love songs.
Justin looked away from Britney, closing his eyes tightly. He heard her shift and felt her arms wrapping around his waist.
"You need to talk to Lance. Baby, this is killin' you." Her voice was soothing, the accent slightly thicker than normal, a comfortable sound that brought to mind their years of friendship.
"I don't..." Justin opened his eyes, trying to explain. "We don't talk. I mean, yeah, we talk. It's... Brit, I'm afraid." His voice cracked on the last word. "What if... What if we can't be a normal couple? I'm so used to sneaking around."
Britney let out a soft sigh, one of her hands reaching up to stroke his fuzzy, still short hair. "Oh, baby... I don't know what to tell you. You and Lance fit, baby, you do. Talk to him about this stuff. Let him know how you feel."
"Brit..." Justin let out a shuddering breath. "I can't break down in front of him. He waited so long for me to decide that I was ready, you know. It's always been at my pace. I've always been the one to... I was the one who said that we needed to keep it a secret."
"He loves you, honey." Britney turned his head, so that she was looking into his eyes. "Trust him."
"I don't want to push him. And I can't tell him... I'm a brat, sometimes, I know. But I can't..."