Justin got on the elevator first and rolled his eyes. The rest of the guys could see it in his reflection as they got on after him. The cause of his exasperation smiled perkily at them: a full blown teenie complete with glitter, a sparkly belly shirt and tiny skirt.

"Hi," she giggled.

Justin ignored her, but everyone else muttered polite hellos and tried not to make eye contact. It didn't deter the teenie.

"I can't wait to see your show tonight. I've heard it's awesome," she gushed.

Chris nudged Lance, who looked at Joey and JC, but neither would look at him. Knowing he'd been assigned fan duty, Lance replied, "Thanks. We hope you enjoy it."

She stuck out her barely-there breasts and pouted, "I only wish I could have gotten better seats..."

Justin snarked, "Well, don't think if you offer us blowjobs we'll give you front row tickets."

The teenie's mouth dropped open.

"Jesus, Just!" "Justin!" "Shut up, J!" "Oh shit!"

Chris turned to the poor girl as Lance grabbed his cell phone. "Don't mind him. He didn't mean it at all. He's just tired and crabby. Usually he's very sweet."

Lance spoke into his phone. "Please talk to him. He was just totally rude to a fan. I mean a complete pisshead."

Lance handed the phone to Justin, who held it to his ear. "Hey, Pinky."

The teenie stepped close to Chris, "Um, I understand, I guess. You want to make it up to me?"

JC grabbed Chris' arm and pulled him away, "Whoa there, sweetie. Chris is like old enough to be your father."

She faced JC. "You and Joey aren't." She smiled hopefully.

"Uh, uh..."

"We're flattered, but we both have girlfriends," Joey smiled his patented "make your knees melt" grin to ease the rejection.

"Lance?" she said hopefully.

Before he could answer, the elevator reached the guys' floor. They moved out quickly, Chris last. He turned back right before the doors closed and said to the disappointed teenie, "You didn't really think you could ride an elevator with us and one of us would just fall in love with you, did you? I mean, come on. We're all ages older than you. What would *we* want with some junior high kid? Not to mention that we're all spoken for. Go find some nice boy your own age."

The doors closed after him. JC, Joey, and Justin had all disappeared into their own rooms, but Lance was waiting out of sight of the inside of the elevator, his hand on the small of Chris' back.

Chris wrapped his arms around Lance and buried his face in Lance's neck. "Damn teenies. Are they fucking insane? Or just stupid?"

Lance laughed. Chris could feel the rumble in his own stomach. "No," Lance answered. "They're pretty smart. They want you, don't they?"

"Well, they can't have me. Besides, more of them want you, and you're are so off-limits. They'd have to go through me."

Lance laughed again, "My hero."

Chris glanced over Lance's shoulder at his watch. "We have just enough time for me to hero you before we have to leave if we start right now."

Lance grinned. "Not if I hero you first." And he took off down the hall for their room, Chris hot on his heels.

~end~