Lustful Memoirs
By: Gina - gina@basic-nstynct.com
Chapter Twelve
I looked into his intense blue eyes as he looked down at me.
"I'm sorry," I muttered, hoping not to annoy him.
He just stood there, no emotion showing in his eyes, no expression on his face. He stood staring at me. I stayed still waiting for him to move, when he didn't after several minutes, I did.
"Are you okay?" My question whispered. Still he stood, as if unable to move. He stared into my eyes, the intensity too much for me to bear, as I had to turn away. I looked back at him and saw his features break as the beginning of a tear formed in his eye. He collapsed on the floor and I panicked. I dropped the clothes that I held in my hands. I ran down the hall to Joey's room. I entered without a second thought and saw Joey still lying as I had left him. I woke him quickly. I told him about JC. He bolted from the bed, grabbed a pair of shorts and made his way down the small corridor to find JC just as he had been when I departed. He had his head in his hands as sobs wracked his body. He looked so alone crouched on the floor, the moisture from his tears seeping through his clenched fingers. Joey knelt down in front of him and JC fell toward him. Joey put his arms around the slight frame of JC. JC buried his head into Joey's shoulder. I watched the scene in front of me, unable to react, not knowing what to do. I took a step and Joey put out his hand.
"Blake, you can go ahead and go to bed, I'll take care of JC." The words were whispered, yet they echoed in my ears. They weren't a suggestion but a command. I did as was asked. I walked past the two figures one the floor, a friend comforting a friend. I entered my room, confused by the events of the prior minutes. There was definitely something going on with JC, men just don't fall to the floor and cry uncontrollably for no reason. Women are known to do this, but not men. I sat on my bed and took a deep breath. I didn't know JC, in fact I didn't know any of them, but JC's actions bothered me. Justin's reactions bothered me. I only seemed to get along with Joey and Lance. This was going to be a long assignment. I lay back on the bed and shut my eyes. I lay still waiting for sleep to come, when I realized that I had dropped my clothes in the hallway. Cursing myself, I got out of the bed and went to the door. I quietly opened it, glancing around. The hallway was clear, my clothes gone. My mind pondered for a moment what happened to them, then I figured that Joey must have picked them up. I stood looking at the empty space in front of me and decided that I needed a drink. I made my way down the stairs and through the gallery into the darkened kitchen. I opened the door to the refrigerator and screamed.