Implied JuLa

[butterfly]

Dropping Eaves

"I'd fuck him."

"We all know that you'd fuck him. We've always known that you'd fuck him. That's why you can't."

"Don't see why not." A hint of a pout in the voice. "I like him. He's pretty."

"You are such a fucking child sometimes, Chris." A little bitter, but mostly tolerant.

"You're not fucking my boyfriend. Ever, you fucking moron." And that sounded fairly hostile for a best friend to be saying.

"Could've been me." Definitely pouting. Chris was playing the guys, Lance could tell. He grinned as he kept listening through the door.

"Could not."

"Could've."

A heavy sigh from... Joey, from the sound of it, interrupted the childishness.

"He's supposed to get back soon, you know."

"Still say that he could've been mine."

"Oh, fuck off, Chris." And that was JC, finally tired of the whole thing. "Leave Justin alone. Some of us are trying to work here."

"JC?" A puzzled Joey. Always fun. "You haven't written anything down in over an hour."

"You noticed?" An embarrassed silence. Lance strained to hear more. Footsteps... but quiet...

Suddenly, the door opened, and Joey smashed into Lance.

"Ow."