Chapter 10

Finally breaking his mouth away from that of his fiancees, Joey started kissing down his chest, opening his shirt as he went.

Looking down at him, Lance tried to keep his breathing steady and quiet. He had no idea where JC, Justin, and Chris were in relation to the bunk. For all they knew, the other 3 could be right on the other side of the curtain listening to the going ons inside.

"What...whatever you want...to do baby..." Lance whispered. Using his teeth to unzip the key to Lances' private hidden lair, Joey kept his eyes on Lance the whole time. Starting to breath though past his lips, he couldn't keep his moans quiet anymore, and a few quiet ones escaped his lips.

Finally getting the zipper down, Joey flicked his tongue in to arouse Lance even more, grinning wickedly at the thought of getting caught.

Shaking his head, as much as he hated to tell him, Lance had to agree. "The others will hear if we keep going. But...when we get to...to the hotel in...in Vermont...we'll finish this...okay?"

"We should be there soon baby..." Lance whispered. "Then we can start planning the rest of our lives together..."

Switching the lyrics around, Joey added, "I'll be good for you...my baby boy, it's plain to see, that our love was meant to be..."

"All you people can't you see? Can't you see? That our love was meant to be?" Lance sang before he realized what song he was singing. "Whoops, sorry, wrong boy band group..."

Slapping him playfully across the side of the head, Joey smirked, "What do you think you're doing?" Before Lance could answer, Joey was hollering, "HEY GUYS... I THINK LANCE WANTS TO BE IN BSB... HE KNOWS THERE SONGS..."

"I am not! Don't listen to him!" Lance called back forgetting that he wasn't suppose to be in Joeys' bunk in the first place. "He's drunk off his rocker again!"

"I AM NOT..." Joey called back, clarifying it. "Havent' ahd a drink since uh...uh...I forgot now...but I'm not."

"Good for you Joey...can you keep it down!?" JC called, his voice sounding scratchy and hoarse, as he still was fighting the sicky bug.

"No thank you. What I want is for you to shut up. With the tv blaring in the lounge, Justin writing a new song, and you shouting, I can't sleep. I guess the only considerate one of the group is Lance, wherever he is..."

At his words, the tv was muted, the writting stopped; all was quiet on the bus. "What...what do you mean 'he's in here with me'?" JC asked, his voice unsure of what he was saying.

Getting out of bed before he was caught in his bunk with Lance, Joey strolled out to the fridge. "What did you ask JC?" acting as innocent as they come.

"I asked what you meant when you said that Lance was 'in here with me'? Where is here? Justin was in the front lounge, Chris was in the back. The only other place is in the bunk area..."

"Oh," Joey started, slurring his words as much as possible, being careful not to make eye contact. "He was checking on my drunken state."

Raising an eyebrow, JC walked over to stand just beside Joey. "Both your voices came from a bunk...your bunk Joey. What's going on?"

"But then why did he have to be in your bunk to check on you? He could have easily just pulled the curtain back and asked, 'Hey Joey, you okay man?'. He didn't have to pull the curtain back and climb in with you...what's really going on Joey?"

"I told you man...He was checking on me...What's to say he was in my bunk??? His voice came from the direction of there, not necessarily in it..."

Examining Joey for a moment, JC shook his head. "I'm sicker then I thought...I'm hearing things." Running a hand through his hair, the older one turned and went back to his bunk, but not before checking Joeys'. Nothing out of the ordinary, the covers were jumbled, pillow unfluffed, regular Joey. JCs' next stop was Lances' bunk. Pulling the curtain back, there was Lance, his back to him, his shoulder raising and falling steadily as if he were asleep. Shaking his head again, JC mumbled something and went to his bunk, drawing the curtain closed, still mumbling.

Pullin out a soda from the fridge, Joey called after his bandmate. "Hey JC I'm drinkin a pop...Got a prob with it??? Good..didn't think so." Laughin like the child who got away with eatin candy after they were told 'no', he walked over and plopped down on the couch next to Justin.

"I know you two were in that bunk together Joey..." the heart-throb whispered, low enough for no one but Joey to hear. "I know about you two..."

Shaking his head, Justin reasured, "I promised him I'd take it to the grave with me. I'm happy for you two; honest I am. He's just one of my bestest friends Joey. If you ever hurt him, in any way, then, I don't care if you are also one of my bestest friends, so help me I'll beat the living shit out of you." Justin still had no idea just how close to the truth he was coming with his treat. "Oh...and congradualtions..."

"On what?" Joey asked. "I could never hurt him. I love him too much." His eyes started sparkling just at the thought of Lance.

Pointing down to Joeys' left hand, the engagement ring in particular, "That's not an ordnary ring. And it doesn't take a rocket scintest to realize that's an engagement ring..."

"I know you love him..." Justin said, standing from the couch. "Exuse me...I promised Lance I'd do something with him..."

"Just something he wanted me to do with him," Justin replied, walking back to the bunks and over to Lances'. Joey still wasn't happy about it, but he tried to relax. Sipping his can of soda, he counted the miles to when they would be pulling up to the hotel.

When Lance heard Justin walk up to his bunk, the older blond peaked his head out and saw Joey sitting on the couch. "Does he know?" Lance whispered, climbing out of the bunk and placing a hand lightly on Justins' lower back, ushering him into the now empty back lounge; Chris had vacated to romp aroudn the bus with Busta and Korea some minutes earlier.

"Not that I know of," Justin answered, thinking it right to tell Lance what he had told him. "I saw the ring. Told him congratulations and that if he ever hurt you, I'd hurt him."

Smiling slightly, Lance shook his head. "I told him to keep that ring on the other hand, but did he listen? No. We were going to tell you all after the wedding, but...we just don't know how the public will take it. Two of the most popular men in America coming out of the closet...AFTER they got married."

Laughing quietly, Justin replied, "I think I see your point. But you oughta know Joey by now. He NEVER listens. He switched it back though. Congratualtions though." Walking into the lounge, he added, "Ready for that lesson now?"

Closing the door and turning on the stereo to some elevator music, Lance nodded. "Yeah. Thanks so much for teaching me this Justin. You know me and dancing, two left feet unless it's country line dancing..."

"Yeah, I know. I've seen you in rehearsal," he teased, holding his hands up for Lance to take. "Slow dancing right?"

"At least I can do something that is associated with country...unlike some other blond in the group," Lance teased. "Loved that shirt you had on too...I must say that all the colors did capture your eyes, but that hat...we shan't be going there." Resting his hands on Justin, he added, "Like this?"

Adjusting his hold, Lance looked down at placed his hand on Justins' hip, and the other on his shoulder like he had been instucted. "Um...can you lead? I'll follow...or at least try to..."

"Not a problem," Justin replied. Taking the lead was natural for him. Letting his body adjust to the music, he began a slow waltz. "And 1, 2, 3, glide, 1, 2, 3..."

Pretty soon, they were both dancing together in a waltz around the small room. Lance rested his head on Justins' shoulder and had moved his hand that rested on Justins' shoulder to the small of his back, his other hand there as well.

"For a moment, I thought you were Joey. I totally forgot I was dancing with you," Lance admitted, laughing quietly. "I'm not making you uncomfortable am I?"

"I'm so glad someone finally noticed." Then, remembering something he had done the night before, he started laughing quietly. "Um...Justin...can I ask you a serious question?"

"Chris might...Or Joey. After all they both do some pretty stupid stuff. With Chris you never know on a daily basis, Joey when he gets drunk nothins a surprise. Or wait a minute, JC might know. He's pretty good at knowing fatherly stuff like that."

"I don't think I want to bother JC right now when he's sick. Chris, I might ask him. But I surely can't ask Joey."

"Because he's the one with the black nose," Lance answered, finally breaking and cracking up with laughter. "I did that to him last night when he was sleeping. He's got make up on over it right now."

"The wonders of Cover Girl," Lance said as the bus came to a stop outside the hotel in Montphiler, Vermont. Justin and Lance were still in each others arm when Joey walked into the room to tell them they had arrived.

Hollering at the top of his lung, "HEY GUYS! WE'RE -- " Dropping his voice as to not alarm Chris and JC, he hissed, "What the fuck is going on?!"

"He was teaching me to slow dance," Lance said, figuring nothing was wrong with that. "We at the hotel already? That was quick."

"Joey, man," Justin said, the music still playing in the background. "He asked me to teach him to slow dance, and yes, I had my hands on him. How else do you do a waltz without putting your hands on your partner?"

"Yeah Joey, honest, he was only teaching me to slow dance so I can dance with you when the music is nice and slow. He didn't mean anything by it. Honest," Lance said, taking a step closer to Joey, stepping out of Justins' embrace.

Shutting the door, lowering his voice even more, Joey replied, "I'm fine with it. Justin, can you leave me alone with Lance for a minute?"

"Sure man," Justin said, walking past Joey and opening the door, slipping out into the hallway, closing the door quietly.

When Justin was gone, Lance looked up at Joey. "What's wrong? You seem mad at me for just slow dancing with him?"

"I think someone's jealous," Lance teased, trying to get past Joey. "Nothing happend sweetie. Come on, lets go get Jez and meet back up with Justin." He still didn't think he had done anything wrong, to him, he was only learning to slow dancing with a band mate, that was all. Nothing else. He wasn't cheating on Joey with Justin, he wasn't kissing him. The only thing he was doing, and it wasn't even for real, was hugging him, but just as Justin said, it was a sign of him becoming comfortable with the dance.

Once hearing the last of the guys get off the bus, he stepped in between Lance and the door, crossing his arms across his chest. "You're not going anywhere until we're through here."

Lance didn't understand Joeys' actions. What had he done to make his fiancee block his way and cross his arms? He did nothing, couldn't Joey see that? "Baby, what's wrong? We did nothing, I swear."

Taken back by his tone of voice, Lance took a step back. Had all his hopes of Joey changing been for nothing? "Joey...you're...you are jealous...why? Justin and I were only dancing. You dance with girls all the time at clubs and I don't get mad at you. Why can't Justin and I dance together, so he can teach me to dance with you? I was only doing this for your benefit."

Ignoring the point at hand, Joey stepped closer so that he was nose to nose with Lance. With his eyes flashing, he hissed, "Don't you dare accuse me of being jealous?"

Dropping his jaw in fear, Lance shook his head and took a step back, falling onto the sofa, Joey towering over him. Looking past him to the closed door, Lance didn't think twice about trying to bolt for it. If Joey was back to his old self, he didn't want to be alone with him, not when he was mad.

Tackling Lance to the ground, Joey started throwing punches, not thinking twice about what he was doing, all the while screaming and shouting at Lance. Shielding his head from the punches, Lance tried to curl up into a ball again, but with Joey on top of him, there was little he could do except scream and shout for help. But there being no one on the bus, except for the black kitten, there was no one who could help the blond.

"Joey! Please!" Lance cried, starting to cough, mixed with the tears of pain that were already being shed. "Nothing happened! Help! Please Joey, stop!"

"I didn't! We were just dancing! Honest Joey!" Turning his head as he felt something making it's way up his windpipe, Lance was surprised when he opened his eyes and saw a small puddle of blood next to him. "Joey I'm sorry! Nothing happened! I'm not lying! Please Joey, stop! I'm bleeding Joey please!"

Joey only threw one final punch to Lances' chest, then got up and walked off the bus as if nothing had happened. Picking up the small black kitten as she walked out from under the table, he smiled and stroked her lovingly, doing a complete 180 from the person he had just been. "I was starting to wonder about you Jezebel. I bet you're tired of being cooped up on this big stuffy bus aren't you?"

"Jo...Joey..." Lance tried to call, but only succeeding to role over onto his stomach, in time to see his fiancee walk off the bus before unconsciousness over took his body.


	Inner Reflection \| home back to When Love Hurts Chapter 10 *This chapter contains mild adult content* Finally breaking his mouth away from that of his fiancees, Joey started kissing down his chest, opening his shirt as he went. Looking down at him, Lance tried to keep his breathing steady and quiet. He had no idea where JC, Justin, and Chris were in relation to the bunk. For all they knew, the other 3 could be right on the other side of the curtain listening to the going ons inside. Joey moved his kisses further southward. Remember who was in charge, he looked up as if asking 'is it okay?' "What...whatever you want...to do baby..." Lance whispered. Using his teeth to unzip the key to Lances' private hidden lair, Joey kept his eyes on Lance the whole time. Starting to breath though past his lips, he couldn't keep his moans quiet anymore, and a few quiet ones escaped his lips. Finally getting the zipper down, Joey flicked his tongue in to arouse Lance even more, grinning wickedly at the thought of getting caught. <P."Jo...Joey..." Lance groaned, starting to squirm within the tight contents of the bunk. Lifting his head, Joey asked, "Want me to stop? I'm sorry." Shaking his head, as much as he hated to tell him, Lance had to agree. "The others will hear if we keep going. But...when we get to...to the hotel in...in Vermont...we'll finish this...okay?" "Great," Joey said, zipping Lances' pants back up. "When will we be there?" "We should be there soon baby..." Lance whispered. "Then we can start planning the rest of our lives together..." "Can't we start now?" Joey asked, forgetting all about his so-called hunger. Laughing quietly, Lance nodded. "Sure...so...am I taking your last name, or are you taking mine?" "How about we hyphenate both of them?" "Mr. Joesph Fatone-Bass and Mr. James Bass-Fatone..." Lance teased. "Why not? Sounds good to me. I don't know, whatever you want is good for me." "I just wanna be with you..." Lance started to sing, a smile on his lips. Switching the lyrics around, Joey added, "I'll be good for you...my baby boy, it's plain to see, that our love was meant to be..." "All you people can't you see? Can't you see? That our love was meant to be?" Lance sang before he realized what song he was singing. "Whoops, sorry, wrong boy band group..." Slapping him playfully across the side of the head, Joey smirked, "What do you think you're doing?" Before Lance could answer, Joey was hollering, "HEY GUYS... I THINK LANCE WANTS TO BE IN BSB... HE KNOWS THERE SONGS..." "I am not! Don't listen to him!" Lance called back forgetting that he wasn't suppose to be in Joeys' bunk in the first place. "He's drunk off his rocker again!" "I AM NOT..." Joey called back, clarifying it. "Havent' ahd a drink since uh...uh...I forgot now...but I'm not." "Since two nights ago..." Lance answered. "But I think you are drunk...cause I know I am..." Lowering his voice, Joey asked, "I am? When did you drink?" "Every time you're near me..." Lance answered. "I'm drunk off your love..." "Awww..that's so sweet." Hollering out again not realizing what he was doing, "I AM DRUNK..." "Good for you Joey...can you keep it down!?" JC called, his voice sounding scratchy and hoarse, as he still was fighting the sicky bug. "WHAT FOR JC?!" "Because I'll kick your Brooklyn ass if you don't shut up!" "Whatever JC. Think I care? I'm happy." "Good for you. I'm glad you're happy. I'm sick, so kindly shut the hell up!" "Want some chicken noodle soup?" "No thank you. What I want is for you to shut up. With the tv blaring in the lounge, Justin writing a new song, and you shouting, I can't sleep. I guess the only considerate one of the group is Lance, wherever he is..." "He's in here with me..." he replied, shock on his face, turning to Lance. "Oops, I'm sorry." At his words, the tv was muted, the writting stopped; all was quiet on the bus. "What...what do you mean 'he's in here with me'?" JC asked, his voice unsure of what he was saying. Getting out of bed before he was caught in his bunk with Lance, Joey strolled out to the fridge. "What did you ask JC?" acting as innocent as they come. "I asked what you meant when you said that Lance was 'in here with me'? Where is here? Justin was in the front lounge, Chris was in the back. The only other place is in the bunk area..." "Oh," Joey started, slurring his words as much as possible, being careful not to make eye contact. "He was checking on my drunken state." Raising an eyebrow, JC walked over to stand just beside Joey. "Both your voices came from a bunk...your bunk Joey. What's going on?" Looking JC in the eye, Joey answered, "I'm drunk and he was checking on me. Point blank, that simple." "But then why did he have to be in your bunk to check on you? He could have easily just pulled the curtain back and asked, 'Hey Joey, you okay man?'. He didn't have to pull the curtain back and climb in with you...what's really going on Joey?" "I told you man...He was checking on me...What's to say he was in my bunk??? His voice came from the direction of there, not necessarily in it..." "And the moans we heard?" "What moans? I didn't hear any..." Examining Joey for a moment, JC shook his head. "I'm sicker then I thought...I'm hearing things." Running a hand through his hair, the older one turned and went back to his bunk, but not before checking Joeys'. Nothing out of the ordinary, the covers were jumbled, pillow unfluffed, regular Joey. JCs' next stop was Lances' bunk. Pulling the curtain back, there was Lance, his back to him, his shoulder raising and falling steadily as if he were asleep. Shaking his head again, JC mumbled something and went to his bunk, drawing the curtain closed, still mumbling. Pullin out a soda from the fridge, Joey called after his bandmate. "Hey JC I'm drinkin a pop...Got a prob with it??? Good..didn't think so." Laughin like the child who got away with eatin candy after they were told 'no', he walked over and plopped down on the couch next to Justin. "I know you two were in that bunk together Joey..." the heart-throb whispered, low enough for no one but Joey to hear. "I know about you two..." Whispering back, Joey replied, "I know you know. Lance told me he told you. But...please don't tell?" Shaking his head, Justin reasured, "I promised him I'd take it to the grave with me. I'm happy for you two; honest I am. He's just one of my bestest friends Joey. If you ever hurt him, in any way, then, I don't care if you are also one of my bestest friends, so help me I'll beat the living shit out of you." Justin still had no idea just how close to the truth he was coming with his treat. "Oh...and congradualtions..." "On what?" Joey asked. "I could never hurt him. I love him too much." His eyes started sparkling just at the thought of Lance. Pointing down to Joeys' left hand, the engagement ring in particular, "That's not an ordnary ring. And it doesn't take a rocket scintest to realize that's an engagement ring..." Quickly flipping it back to his other hand, Joey whispered, "Shh...it's a friendship ring now..." "Sure Joey..." Justin said, lowering his eyes. "Just don't forget what I told you..." "I won't forget," Joey answered. "Just remember what I told you. I love him too much to hurt him." "I know you love him..." Justin said, standing from the couch. "Exuse me...I promised Lance I'd do something with him..." Getting protective of Lance, the older one asked, "What were you gonna do with him?" "Just something he wanted me to do with him," Justin replied, walking back to the bunks and over to Lances'. Joey still wasn't happy about it, but he tried to relax. Sipping his can of soda, he counted the miles to when they would be pulling up to the hotel. ----- When Lance heard Justin walk up to his bunk, the older blond peaked his head out and saw Joey sitting on the couch. "Does he know?" Lance whispered, climbing out of the bunk and placing a hand lightly on Justins' lower back, ushering him into the now empty back lounge; Chris had vacated to romp aroudn the bus with Busta and Korea some minutes earlier. "Not that I know of," Justin answered, thinking it right to tell Lance what he had told him. "I saw the ring. Told him congratulations and that if he ever hurt you, I'd hurt him." Smiling slightly, Lance shook his head. "I told him to keep that ring on the other hand, but did he listen? No. We were going to tell you all after the wedding, but...we just don't know how the public will take it. Two of the most popular men in America coming out of the closet...AFTER they got married." Laughing quietly, Justin replied, "I think I see your point. But you oughta know Joey by now. He NEVER listens. He switched it back though. Congratualtions though." Walking into the lounge, he added, "Ready for that lesson now?" Closing the door and turning on the stereo to some elevator music, Lance nodded. "Yeah. Thanks so much for teaching me this Justin. You know me and dancing, two left feet unless it's country line dancing..." "Yeah, I know. I've seen you in rehearsal," he teased, holding his hands up for Lance to take. "Slow dancing right?" Hitting Justin before he took his hands, Lance nodded. "Yeah, and what's wrong with me in rehearsals eh?" "Nothing, unless you've seen you try to start out a new choreography number." "At least I can do something that is associated with country...unlike some other blond in the group," Lance teased. "Loved that shirt you had on too...I must say that all the colors did capture your eyes, but that hat...we shan't be going there." Resting his hands on Justin, he added, "Like this?" "Yeah," replied the younger one. "One hand ont he shoulder, other on the hips..." Adjusting his hold, Lance looked down at placed his hand on Justins' hip, and the other on his shoulder like he had been instucted. "Um...can you lead? I'll follow...or at least try to..." "Not a problem," Justin replied. Taking the lead was natural for him. Letting his body adjust to the music, he began a slow waltz. "And 1, 2, 3, glide, 1, 2, 3..." Pretty soon, they were both dancing together in a waltz around the small room. Lance rested his head on Justins' shoulder and had moved his hand that rested on Justins' shoulder to the small of his back, his other hand there as well. "That's good," Justin commented. "It's a sign you're getting mroe comfortable with what you're doing." "For a moment, I thought you were Joey. I totally forgot I was dancing with you," Lance admitted, laughing quietly. "I'm not making you uncomfortable am I?" "Nah, you got a cute girlish face," he replied, his voice laced with teasingness. "I'm so glad someone finally noticed." Then, remembering something he had done the night before, he started laughing quietly. "Um...Justin...can I ask you a serious question?" "Yeah, sure. What is it?" "How does one go about getting black shoe polish off their nose?" "How would I know that?" "I don't know. I was just wondering," Lance laughed, looking up at Justin. "Chris might...Or Joey. After all they both do some pretty stupid stuff. With Chris you never know on a daily basis, Joey when he gets drunk nothins a surprise. Or wait a minute, JC might know. He's pretty good at knowing fatherly stuff like that." "I don't think I want to bother JC right now when he's sick. Chris, I might ask him. But I surely can't ask Joey." "Why not?" "Because he's the one with the black nose," Lance answered, finally breaking and cracking up with laughter. "I did that to him last night when he was sleeping. He's got make up on over it right now." "Yeah, cause I just saw him and he didn't have a black nose." "The wonders of Cover Girl," Lance said as the bus came to a stop outside the hotel in Montphiler, Vermont. Justin and Lance were still in each others arm when Joey walked into the room to tell them they had arrived. Hollering at the top of his lung, "HEY GUYS! WE'RE -- " Dropping his voice as to not alarm Chris and JC, he hissed, "What the fuck is going on?!" "He was teaching me to slow dance," Lance said, figuring nothing was wrong with that. "We at the hotel already? That was quick." "Yeah, we're there. You mean to tell me that his hands were on you?" "Joey, man," Justin said, the music still playing in the background. "He asked me to teach him to slow dance, and yes, I had my hands on him. How else do you do a waltz without putting your hands on your partner?" "I don't know," he replied, for the moment, letting it pass. "Yeah Joey, honest, he was only teaching me to slow dance so I can dance with you when the music is nice and slow. He didn't mean anything by it. Honest," Lance said, taking a step closer to Joey, stepping out of Justins' embrace. Shutting the door, lowering his voice even more, Joey replied, "I'm fine with it. Justin, can you leave me alone with Lance for a minute?" "Sure man," Justin said, walking past Joey and opening the door, slipping out into the hallway, closing the door quietly. When Justin was gone, Lance looked up at Joey. "What's wrong? You seem mad at me for just slow dancing with him?" "That's not the issue," Joey hissed. "The issue is, he had his hands on you, and you had your hands on him." "I think someone's jealous," Lance teased, trying to get past Joey. "Nothing happend sweetie. Come on, lets go get Jez and meet back up with Justin." He still didn't think he had done anything wrong, to him, he was only learning to slow dancing with a band mate, that was all. Nothing else. He wasn't cheating on Joey with Justin, he wasn't kissing him. The only thing he was doing, and it wasn't even for real, was hugging him, but just as Justin said, it was a sign of him becoming comfortable with the dance. Once hearing the last of the guys get off the bus, he stepped in between Lance and the door, crossing his arms across his chest. "You're not going anywhere until we're through here." Lance didn't understand Joeys' actions. What had he done to make his fiancee block his way and cross his arms? He did nothing, couldn't Joey see that? "Baby, what's wrong? We did nothing, I swear." "Well how am I to know that?" he bit. "I wasn't in here supervising you." Taken back by his tone of voice, Lance took a step back. Had all his hopes of Joey changing been for nothing? "Joey...you're...you are jealous...why? Justin and I were only dancing. You dance with girls all the time at clubs and I don't get mad at you. Why can't Justin and I dance together, so he can teach me to dance with you? I was only doing this for your benefit." Ignoring the point at hand, Joey stepped closer so that he was nose to nose with Lance. With his eyes flashing, he hissed, "Don't you dare accuse me of being jealous?" Dropping his jaw in fear, Lance shook his head and took a step back, falling onto the sofa, Joey towering over him. Looking past him to the closed door, Lance didn't think twice about trying to bolt for it. If Joey was back to his old self, he didn't want to be alone with him, not when he was mad. Tackling Lance to the ground, Joey started throwing punches, not thinking twice about what he was doing, all the while screaming and shouting at Lance. Shielding his head from the punches, Lance tried to curl up into a ball again, but with Joey on top of him, there was little he could do except scream and shout for help. But there being no one on the bus, except for the black kitten, there was no one who could help the blond. Concentrating mostly on Lances' stomach and chest, Joey threw his punches harder then ever. "Joey! Please!" Lance cried, starting to cough, mixed with the tears of pain that were already being shed. "Nothing happened! Help! Please Joey, stop!" Continuing to throw punches, Joey hissed, "Don't lie to me Lance. You know you did something." "I didn't! We were just dancing! Honest Joey!" Turning his head as he felt something making it's way up his windpipe, Lance was surprised when he opened his eyes and saw a small puddle of blood next to him. "Joey I'm sorry! Nothing happened! I'm not lying! Please Joey, stop! I'm bleeding Joey please!" Joey only threw one final punch to Lances' chest, then got up and walked off the bus as if nothing had happened. Picking up the small black kitten as she walked out from under the table, he smiled and stroked her lovingly, doing a complete 180 from the person he had just been. "I was starting to wonder about you Jezebel. I bet you're tired of being cooped up on this big stuffy bus aren't you?" "Jo...Joey..." Lance tried to call, but only succeeding to role over onto his stomach, in time to see his fiancee walk off the bus before unconsciousness over took his body.