In which Lance channels me, I want to have sex with Chris, Justin is unbearably shy, JC is Canadian,

[bubosquared]

ChrisPuppet says: Share your dreams! So, since I'm bored, I am once again in the College AU. First of all, some visual aids:

The man that started it all! Christopher Alan Kirkpatrick, Psychology student. Or something. I dunno, maybe he's doing his PhD? I don't know, because I know shit-all about the US higher ed system. All I know is, he's hot. And smart.

Joseph Anthony Fatone, Jr. Studies performance art. Likes dancing, prefers to sing. Has a lot of classes with tha Canadian fellow, What's his name? Oh, right, JC. Pretty boy of the group. Lovely, lovely voice. Artist's soul.

Joshua Scott Chazay, Chasez, JC, Josh, Jaycee, whatever. Canadian. Studies literature. Hangs out with Joey a lot. "A lot." Is slightly insane. No one really "gets" him, but he's pretty, so he can stay.

James Lance Bass, business major. Also snarky bitch. Bit of a loner, though he's loyal to his friends. He's just too focussed on getting somewhere with his career to think about love.

Justin Randall Timberlake. Basketball scholar, studying a bit of everything, ostentably a business major. Just go with it, okay. It's hot.

And here's a snippet:

JC was sitting in a corner booth reading when Joey barged in. "Man, I am tanked!" He dropped his backpack under the seat and slouched next to JC. "Hey, man. Reading?"

"I was, yes." But he sounds amused rather than irritated, and puts his book away with an indulgent smile. "You want a drink? I was just gonna go get something myself."

"Coffee. Strong, big, lots of sugar." JC snickered. "So where's Chris?" Joey asked, when JC returned with the coveted caffeine.

"He's got that tutor thing today."

"Right. Teaching the star of the basketball team how to do math."

"Come on, Joe, it's not the kid's fault you were never good at sports."

"Yes, thank you, Lance. Always a pleasure to see you."

Lance grinned. "Good to see you, too, Joe. Chris should be here any minute now. He's bringing Timberlake."

"Oh, is that the kid's name?"

"Yep. I saw them on campus. They seemed to be getting along well. Not surprising, considering they're about the same mental age."

"Hey! Are you insulting me again, Bass?"

"As usual, Kirkpatrick." He slapped Chris' back as the other man sat down next to him. "Justin," Lance nodded.

"Hey, Lance." The blonde boy smiled shily, glaced quickly at Chris, and concentrated on his hands.

Chris got up. "You guys want a drink? I'm buying."

"No thanks, I'm good." Joey lifted his coffee. JC did the same with his tea.

"Lance? Justin?"

"Latté, please."

"Um, I'll just have orange juice. Thanks." The last word was barely a whisper. Joey hoped the kid would get over this shyness soon, because hanging with Chris would be hell for the poor boy otherwise.

You know, I think I know why Lance, in my sceenarios, always ends up alone. Because he's my Mary Sue. And now you know why you should be thankful I'll never actually meet *NSync: I would be offensive and snarky. :) Also, note how wonce again the majority of this snippet is pure untagged dialogue. Dammit, self, characterisation!

Also. If you liked this? I could be convinced to actually write this, but I will need some help figuring out some technical stuff. most notably, could someone please help out a poor confused European and explain how the fuck the US Higher Education system works? Please?

Comments

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[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Okay, don't say I didn't warn you. I meant it when I said they were creepy. This is a prime example. Justin is fifteen! Lance is barely seventeen! Argh! WRONG!

[evilbliss.livejournal.com]

Dude! That's so porn. With the half-nakedness and the towels and the staring. Not to mention the touching.

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[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

It's so wrong. I swear, I have serious Lou Perlman issues, here.

And, um. The touching? Bunnies! Everywhere! Argh!

[evilbliss.livejournal.com]

I don't know whether to kill him or thank him. Maybe both.

Gah! Justin and Chris! *runs away*