Snap Shots Series: Picture Perfect


The knock on the door in the middle of the night came completely unexpectedly. When Lance opened his eyes he thought that it might have been Justin coming back late from the party. He figured that he'd probably lost his key again. He'd done it for the last few times that they'd been rooming together, yet another thing he LOVED about the guy. Yeah right!

When he sat up in bed and looked around the room, he found his band-mate already snoring in the bed next to his own. He was face down, no doubt after passing out drunk from the looks of it. The guy was still way under-aged, but with his charm he'd probably charmed his way into a few drinks as well as stealing a few off of the guys. It had been a private party, which meant that Justin would drink more that night anyway, since no one was would be watching him.

Thinking then that maybe he'd heard the sound in a dream Lance lay back down. He tried to drop back into the dream he'd been having until he heard the knock for a second time. He then decided that he'd better answer the door considering that Justin looked as if he was dead to the world. He pushed himself out of bed to see who was at the door when the third knock sounded.

"I'm coming," he yelled out in a whisper and pulled the door open, looking back only for an instant to see if Justin had heard his yell. He hadn't. He'd just readjusted himself in bed and the snoring began again, now with him on his back.

His mouth literally dropped open when he saw Willa on his doorstep. He would have been surprised to see her in any way, shape, or form, but it was the fact that she looked like she'd been roughed up a little that caused him to bite back whatever initial comment that he had to make to pull her into the room. Her hair, that had been styled neatly when she'd left that night with the guys was now sticking up on one side and the braid that it had been in was coming apart.

"Lance." She croaked out his name before falling into his arms crying as he pulled her into the hotel room. He looked down the hall and saw Loni and Mike sitting by the door, but they didn't seem to be alarmed by her being at the door. He wondered instantly about that fact. The guys usually kept the fans and anyone else away from the guys' rooms at night since most times they were short on sleep and needed all that they could get.

"What's going on?" he asked calmly. He wanted to panic, but knew that he shouldn't considering that she looked visibly shaken already. The way she clutched on to him made him think that something serious had happened. He wasn't stupid. He'd known something had upset her, but this looked to be more serious than most of the party drama that he'd ever experienced. If someone was kissing on someone she liked it wouldn't have caused her to be this shaken, or would it? He was still half asleep and wondered if he'd really missed something or if this was a dream in itself since he'd never expected her to be at his door.

"I…He…I…" She sobbed and buried her face into his chest. She was out of breath as if she'd been running.

Lance glanced back at Justin, who rolled over in his sleep, then pulled Willa into the bathroom and shut the door behind them. The humming sound of the fan accompanied the bright, but Willa didn't seem to notice any change in her surroundings. She just clung to him and held on to him as if he was going to disappear or that she might disappear.

"Willa, what happened?" he asked.

She leaned back a little and looked at him. Her expression changed to one of shame. "I'm sorry for waking you up."

"Honey," he said calmly, "It's ok."

She shifted in his arms and tried to get away, but he didn't let her. He held onto her and kissed the top of her head, the way his mother kissed his head when he was upset. "Why are you shaking?"

"I didn't know where else to go," she said.

"What happened?" he asked.

"I was as the party…" She stopped and hiccuped. He reached over and pulled a towel off the pile that had been left for the guys. She wiped her face and looked at him. "This guy…this guy attacked me."

"What? Who?" He was definitely not expecting this news. "I thought you were coming home from the party with the guys."

"I was, but I got separated from them so this guy said he'd give me a ride home." She frowned and trembled as if she was reliving the event in her mind. "He said that he knew you and that he would make sure that I got home ok. I had a drink or two." She held her head and paused for a moment. "I thought he knew you so I thought I'd be ok."

When she began to cry again Lance began to feel guilty about what he'd said to her earlier in the day. No matter how pissed at her he was, seeing her like this was almost more than he could handle. He'd wanted her to be hurt by his words, but never would have wished this on her. He really hadn't meant to be so harsh with her earlier and hoped he didn't let her down in any way now that she had chosen to run to him when she'd gotten in trouble.

"Honey, calm down. You're ok now. You're safe now," he said rubbing her back as she mumbled the nights' events into his shoulder.

He had no clue really what he was doing, but holding her close seemed to make her feel better so although he didn't want to he began to move. When she clutched to him harder he spoke softly to her and looked into her eyes. "Lemme just sit down ok?"

She nodded but still looked scared so as he moved across the room he held onto her hand and urged her to come with him. He pulled the toilet seat and cover down and settled himself in a sitting position. She trembled as she held on to just his hand then settled herself comfortably into his lap when he sat down, wrapping her arms around him.

"I'm so, so, so stupid," she began to mumble as she rested her chin on his shoulder.

"You're not stupid," he said.

"Yes I am. I'm an after school special waiting to happen. I should know better than to take a ride with someone I don't know. I can't believe he…" She cut off her angry words and they were replaced by sad sobbing.

"What'd he do to you Willa?" Lance asked. "I mean…how bad…"

"I kicked him in the balls before he got too…" she said with a laugh in between her tears.

Fearing that she might start crying again he smiled at her and tried to laugh about the serious situation. "I would have liked to have seen that," he said, "Thank god it wasn't me."


Willa opened her eyes and heard the sound of snoring next to her in the room. She lifted her head off the pillow and was met not only with the remanents of a hang-over, but her sinuses felt as if they'd been run through a guantlet. She was definitely sick and this definitely wasn't her room.

"Feeling better?" the low rumbling voice startled her until she realized that it was the weight of Lance's arms and the coushin of his back that was keeping her warm, not the thin hotel blanket that covered them both.

"A little," she said softly.

"You don't have to worry. Justin isn't going to be up for a while. Trust me. That guy had slept through earthquakes before."

She looked over and saw that Justin was asleep on the double bed next to the bed and she and Lance were sharing. "What time is it?"

Lance sat up a little, removing his arms from around her and turned to find the alarm clock then reported, "It's just after five."

"How long have I been asleep?"

"About an hour or so," Lance said.

"How did I get into bed?" she asked.

"Don't stress out Willa," Lance said calmly, "We got into bed when you started to fall asleep. I told you that I'd take you back to your room, but in between tears you told me that you wanted to stay here so I was going to leave you here, but you said that you wanted me here with you…"

She rolled over and faced him. "Thank you Lance."

"For what?" he asked. He reached over and pushed her hair out of her face.

"For taking me in, even though I was bitchy to you," she said.

"You came to my door in the middle of the night. I may be an asshole, to use your vocabulary, but I wouldn't have kicked you out. I'm not that big of an asshole."

"Sure you aren't," she said with a smile.

"Look. I hate to do this, but you should really get out of here before everyone gets up. Wake up call is in about an hour and I'm sure you could use another hour of sleep."

"I guess I'll see you later."

"Bye," he said.

"I'll let myself out."

"Make sure you lock the door."

Willa nodded and pushed herself up and out of bed. Her head ached an no matter how much she wanted to stay there with him under the covers she knew that he was right. She debated about whether or not to kiss him and at the last moment ran quietly over to where he was laying on his back with his eyes closed.

Climbing carefully on the bed she was leaning over him almost kissing him before he opened his eyes. She leaned and kissed him. "I'll see you later. Thanks again."

"No trouble."

He pushed himself up and kissed her again and had his arms around her, she thought to pull her down, when Justin mumbled something in his sleep.

"You'd best get out of here before he wakes up."

She nodded. "I thought he could sleep through an earthquake."

"He can…" Lance said with a seductive tone, "I'm not sure that he'd be able to sleep through…"

Justin rolled over. "Turn off the television Lance. It's too early!"

"I'm outta here," she mouthed softly and leaned to kiss him once more before exiting the room. She carefully made her way back to her room. She was still shaken up about the little adventure she'd had the night before, but remembering the kisses that she shared with Lance was enough to keep her mind off the night before.

Humming a tune to herself she stepped into the shower. She should have gone to sleep, but she decided that she was too awake to go back to sleep. She wondered, as she showered, if Lance had really gone back to sleep. She figured he probably had, considering that she'd kept him up when he should have been sleeping.

She'd be able to tell later if he'd gone to sleep or not. There would be no way to hide getting only a few hours of sleep the night before. She might have her tricks, but there would be no hiding his fatigue.

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