Chapter Sixty Two

Joey opened his eyes, and a stream of light shone into them. He moved out of the way, and saw that Chris and JC were still asleep. He got up, and walked down the hall, looking for Dr. Johnson.

"Joey?" came a voice behind him.

Joey turned around, and saw Dr. Johnson. "Hi, Dr. Johnson. How is Chris?"

"Well, we did further tests, and we found nothing except for the mono, which we found yesterday," Dr. Johnson explained. "He will be fine, the tests showed it isn't too serious, but it's mediocre. What does he do? I mean, what's his job?"

"Chris, and me, and JC, and our other two friends are a group," he said. "Called N Sync..."

"Oh, my daughter loves you guys," Dr. Johnson smiled. "Well, Chris should be able to start to sing and dance, just as well as before in about three months. Don't let him exert himself, or he will get worse. Take a break."

"We are," Joey said. "Thanks."

"Can I have your autograph? For my daughter?" Dr. Johnson asked.

"Sure," Joey said.

"Thanks," he said. "Follow me. You, Chris and JC can leave whenever he feels ready."

"Great," Joey said. "Thanks."

***

Justin woke up and glanced at the clock. The sudden movement made his head pound. "It's already two o'clock, Lance." He said. "Lance?" he looked on the floor beside the bed, and Lance was laying there, asleep in his boxers and socks.

He squeezed his eyes shut, and tried to remember everything he did the night before. He remembered going down to the bar, counting his abs... The rest was a blur.

He got out of bed, and stepped on Lance.

"Ow," Lance said, opening his eyes. "Justin, get off me."

"Sorry," Justin said, stepping off him. "I need Tylenol. My head is pounding."

"Mine, too," Lance said. "Get me a couple."

Justin walked over to his bag, and got out some Tylenol. He got some water in two glasses and brought them out.

"Thanks," Lance said, taking a glass and a couple pills.

"Do you remember last night?" Justin asked. "Because I don't."

"No," Lance said. "I remember sometime about us ripping our shirts, and making a song."

"A song?" Justin laughed. "What about?"

"I don't remember," Lance said. "Are you still mad at me?"

Justin thought about it. "No," he said finally. "I'm hurt that you went off with Eryn, but I'm over it. You're my best friend, I can't stay mad at you forever."

"Thanks," Lance said. The phone rang. "Hello?"

"Hello, this is the front desk. We have two messages for you. One is from last night. Your friends are staying over at the hospital."

"Thanks," Lance said, sarcastically. "I'm glad you gave it on time. What is the other?"

"Well," the lady continued. "They said they would be home by two thirty."

Lance looked at the clock. "So in ten minutes? Great, on time. See you." He hung up. "Those people are so stupid."

"I know," Justin said. The door to the room opened, and JC, Joey and Chris walked in.

"Hey," Lance said, running over to them. Justin was right behind. "How's Chris?"

Joey explained what Chris had.

"That sucks," Justin said. "Does our manager know about our three month break?"

"Yeah," Joey said. "We called him."

"How are you, Chris?" Justin asked.

"Tired," Chris said, sleepily. "Listen, I am going into the other room to sleep."

"Are we staying here for three months?" Justin asked.

"No," JC said. "We don't know yet."

"Let's split the rooms," JC said. "Who is where?"

"I'll stay with Chris," Joey volunteered. "You three can stay here."

Everyone agreed that it was a good idea, and Chris and Joey moved into the other room.

"So are you guys getting along now?" JC asked.

"Yeah," Justin said. "We're over that petty fight."

"Are you still mad at Eryn?" JC asked.

"A little," Lance said. "I still care for her, though."

"I want to get back with her," Justin said. "But I need more time. I don't want to now, I'm still a little mad."

"Oh," JC said, thoughtfully. "Okay, then."

"Why do you want to know, anyway?" Justin asked.

"No reason," JC said.

"There has to be a reason," Justin said.

"I said, no reason," JC answered.

"JC... come on," Justin said. "There has to be a reason."

"Listen, Justin," JC said. "I was just wondering. Screw off."

"Sorry," Justin said. He turned around as the door opened. "Hey Joey."

"Hey," he answered. "Chris is asleep. I wanted to ask you guys... the doctor told me that after about three months, Chris can handle a vacation. Do you want to go down south somewhere? Somewhere warm?"

"That would be good," Justin said.

"Sure," JC said. "That would be fun."

"And I was thinking," Joey said. "Maybe we could invite-"

"No way," Lance said, cutting off Joey.

"You don't even know what I was going to say," Joey protested.

"Eryn and Sasha," JC filled in. "Right?"

Joey looked down. "Right."

"I don't know," Justin said. "I mean, Sasha and Eryn... we aren't friends with them really anymore. But why don't we wait until it's closer till when we go?"

"Fine," Joey said. He turned around and opened the door.

"Wait, Joey," Justin said, walking up beside him. He lowered his voice. "I'll work on them. I'm sure Eryn and I will be okay by then. Don't worry. If you want, call a resort and book seven people, okay?"

"Thanks," Joey said, smiling. "I don't want to leave Chris alone, so I am going to check on him."

"Okay," Justin said. Joey walked out the door.

End of Chapter Sixty-Two

*Author's Note*
I went to an N Sync concert the other night. Saturday actually. It was great!