Chapter Sixty Six

Eryn reached over. "Sasha, what's wrong?"

Sasha grabbed a Kleenex and continued to sob.

"Come on, Sasha," Eryn said. The phone rang, cutting her off. "Damn, hold on." She picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hey, Eryn. It's Joey," Joey said.

"Hey Joey," Eryn answered, empathizing his name. Sasha looked up, her eyes wide.

"I was just going to tell you, that for October, we have a beach house, down South. We are going to pay, so don't worry. It's a vacation for Chris. And we'll fly."

"That sounds great, Joey," Eryn said. "But do Lance and Justin want me there?"

Joey hesitated. "I don't know," he said finally. "I mean, Justin hasn't said anything, but Lance is sort of scared that he is going to start liking you or something. I don't know what he said."

Eryn frowned. "Okay," she said. "But you are all going, right?"

"Right," Joey answered. "Are you coming? Well, both of you?"

"I have to talk it over with Sasha first," Eryn said. "But probably."

"Is she home?" Joey asked.

"Yeah," Eryn said.

"Can I talk to her?" Joey asked.

"Sure," Eryn said. She handing Sasha the phone.

"Hey," Sasha said.

"Hello, Sasha," Joey answered. "How are you?"

"Okay," she said. "Not great, but..."

"Did I do something?" Joey asked immediately.

"No," Sasha answered. "Listen, me and Eryn, we were sort of in a deep conversation. Can I let you go?"

"I guess," Joey said. "I miss you."

"I miss you, too," Sasha answered. "Bye."

"Bye," Joey answered, puzzled and disappointed.

Sasha hung up the phone, and turned back to Eryn. "Sorry."

"You didn't do anything," Eryn said. "Now tell me, Sasha. What's wrong? You're my best friend, I want to know what is going on."

"Okay," Sasha took a shaky breath. "You know how you told me, that you didn't really like Lance? He was just a fling?"

Eryn's comforting smile turned into a frown. "Sasha, I don't want to talk about Lance. Or Justin. Or anything about them."

"Forget it then," Sasha said, getting up.

Eryn grabbed her arm. "Sorry, I mean, tell me."

"Do you really want to know?" Sasha asked. "Because I don't have to tell you, I mean I can call Chris or someone, and talk to them, and..."

"I want to know," Eryn said.

"Fine," Sasha answered. "Did you like Lance?"

Eryn thought it over. "Yeah."

"A lot?" Sasha asked.

"A lot," Eryn confirmed. "I wanted to get back with Justin so bad, that I made myself believe I didn't. But I did. He was a great friend, and a great kisser, and I wanted to be with both of them. Justin more, though."

"What about now, Eryn?" Sasha asked her.

"Sasha, what does this have to do with you?" Eryn countered. "I mean, come on."

"It does," Sasha said. "You'll see. Just tell me. If you could choose, right now, Justin or Lance... who would you pick?"

"Justin," Eryn answered, without hesitation.

"And you wouldn't have a thing for Lance?" Sasha asked.

"No," Eryn said. "Well, yes. I would. I just wish me and Lance were friends. Well, I don't know. They hate me, so forget it."

"Do you love Justin?"

"I do," Eryn said. "I have for a very long time."

"Do you love Lance?"

Eryn stopped. "No," she said finally. "I like him, but I feel more with Justin."

"Okay, now pretend you were me," Sasha said. "Lance is Joey, and Justin is JC."

Eryn opened her mouth, then closed it. "Wait, a second... what about JC?"

A single tear slid slowly down Sasha's cheek. "I still love him," she whispered hoarsely.

End of Chapter Sixty Six