Day Twenty-Nine

[aruan]

Now, y'all didn't think this month was gonna go by without my posting this picture, did you? And really, how could I not? Besides the fact that I could lick the choreographer responsible for that bit of genius, it's set to Up Against The Wall, easily my favorite track from Celebrity for, oh, a thousand reasons. I love this boy; I love his bendy body, I love his kinky mind, and I love his performance ethic.

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Way back when Lance had first gotten to Florida, Joey'd caught him staring at JC, who was sprawled on the floor with his shirt off, gasping for air. JC had bad hair then -- they all had, except for Chris, whose bad hair days came later -- but when Lance remembered it now, he saw JC's new silky hair spread around his head.

"Nice, huh?" Joey'd said in his ear.

"Yeah," Lance had breathed before he could stop himself. Joey had laughed and slapped him on the shoulder.

"You'll get used to it," he'd said, but Lance never did.

Oh, Joey. Miranda, would you like to do the honors?