"You call those muscles?" Justin said. "It's a six pack, all right... OF ROLLS."

Lance shook his head vigorously. "Hold on," he said. He ran to the other room, and came back with a six pack of beer. They both quickly downed three of them.

"Lansten, I have come to a conclusion," Justin said.

"And what would that be?" Lance asked.

"It would be, that I don't want us to fight anymore," Justin said. He got up on the couch, and pretended to act really dramatic. "Lance, oh Lance. I don't want to fight anymore. I know this is the alcohol in my system talking, but man, I can't live with out you!"

"Here, here," Lance said, pounding his fist on the table. He got up. "I love you, man." He hugged him.

"I love you, man," Justin echoed. "Wow." He said, pushing back.

"What?" Lance said.

"Your nipples," Justin said, thoughtfully. "Can I pierce one?"

"Nah," Lance said. He leaned close and whispered. "Low pain tolerance." He threw his head back and began to laugh, harder and harder. Then Justin joined in.

"Okay, stop," Justin said.

Lance stopped laughing abruptly.

"Okay, go," Justin said.

Lance began to laugh again.

"Okay, stop," Justin said.

Lance stopped.

"Tell me, Lancey," Justin said. "Do you still like Eryn?"

"Like her? I love her," Lance said. "What about you?"

"Love her," Justin said. "She's pretty."

"Is that why you love her?" Lance asked.

"Well, she does smell good," Justin said. "Like roses."

"Mmm," Lance said. "I'm hungry."

"Me, too," Justin said.

"I'm hungry for love," Lance said. "From Eryn."

"Give me some of that!" Justin shouted.

"I have the best idea," Lance said.

"What?" Justin asked excitedly.

"Let's make a song!" Lance said.

"Great," Justin said.

"Okay, we'll make up lines, I do one, you do one, and they have to rhyme, and be about Eryn," Lance said.

"Oh this is so great!" Justin said. "Who's first?"

"I'll go," Lance said. He cleared his throat.

"Wait!" Justin said.

"What?" asked Lance.

"It has to have a tune," Justin said.

"Okay," Lance said. "But I think I am a little too tipsy to think up a tune."

"So, it's called, Ignore Copyright," Justin said. "Let's do it to the tune of..."

"God Must Have Spent," Lance said. "That's an easy one."

"Okay," Justin agreed. "Let's go. You first."

Lance cleared his throat, and began to sing, and Justin joined in.

***

"Now what?" Justin said, after they composed their song.

"Let's call Eryn," Lance suggested. "I love her."

"Me, too," Justin said. He picked up the phone and dialed. It rang.

"Hello?" a female voice answer the phone.

"Eryn?" Justin asked.

"Yeah, who is this?" she asked.

"Justin, baby," Justin said.

"Justin, hey," she asked. "What's wrong? You sound weird."

"He's drunk!" Lance shouted, picking up an extension.

"So is Lansten," Justin said.

"Guys," Eryn said. "I think you should get off the phone."

"Why?" Justin asked.

"Because you're drunk," Eryn said. "Okay?"

"I love you, " Justin said.

"Justin," Eryn said. "Bye."

"I love you," Lance said.

"Come on, guys," Eryn said. "Stop it."

"I love you, I love you, I love you," Justin said. Lance joined in, and they chanted in unison.

"Bye," Eryn said, hanging up the phone.

"She hung up," Justin whispered, amazed.

"She doesn't love you," Lance said. "She loves me!"

"SHE LOVES ME!" Justin shouted.

"SHE LOVES ME!" Lance yelled, louder.

"WHY WOULD SHE LOVE YOU AND NOT ME?" Justin yelled.

"BECAUSE..." Lance stopped to think it over. "I AM LANCE."

Justin started laughing, and Lance soon joined in.

End of Chapter Sixty One