Once in JC's car, neither man said a word. broke the silence
“So, what movie you wanna see?” he asked. “The new Jackie Chan film, From Hell, or the new Sandra Bullock thing, what's it called? Oh yeah, “Yet Another Sappy Romance?” he teased lightly.
Looking around, Lance noticed JC had turned the wrong way. The movie theater was back in the opposite direction.
“Uhh, JC where're we going?” he wondered, confused. JC pulled over. Parking the car, JC shifted in his seat.
“Lance,” he started. He locked dark blue eyes on pale green ones.
“Hmm, there's something… Well you see, hmm,” JC stammered, tongue-tied
“You okay, Josh? What's wrong?,” Lance asked, wondering what in the world could make JC so nervous. This wasn't like JC at all. JC drew a shuddering breath.
“I love you, he whispered, voice fading almost before it reached Lance's ears. His eyes gleamed with the force of his feelings. Lance stared, shocked.
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