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[N'sync] [Chris/?] [PG]



Drive

Author's Note: Written for joshysleo at fic_requests.


There's a familiar tapping at the window, and it shakes you awake, even though there isn't a pattern to it, and it isn't loud enough to alarm you.

You pull the curtains open, and move to open the window, narrowly avoiding being hit by a pebble that pelts into your room. "Come down!" he calls, once he sees you're awake.

You climb out the window, thoughtlessly, tracking a familiar route till you've slid down the tree, and you're looking up into his grinning face as he stands triumphantly before you. You're not sure what he's done this time, or what he's going to do, but there's a thrill factor in the fevered racing of your pulse.

"Hop on," he laughs at the stunned look on your face. you've only just realized he's on his bike, helmet strapped on his head and all, revving up the engine on the small dirt path.

"Chris," you let out a short huff of breath, almost a shocked laugh, but not. "Are you crazy?"

"I thought you loved me," he smirks. "C'mon, babe. It'll be fun."

You get on, after a moment. And as he drives off, you pray he's not going to try to perform a stunt worthy of the Guiness Book of World Records. Knowing Chris, you'd be lucky if you survived.

"I've got something to tell you," you can barely hear the words above the roaring of the wind, and you pull yourself closer to him as he drives you both onto the freeway, resting your cheek against his back. His steady heartbeat thrums against your hands, folded over his chest, and Chris is warm and solid beneath your body.

"What is it?" you ask, pressing closer to him.

He doesn't say anything, for a long moment, only lifts one hand from the steering to grip yours. "Something important to me."

You close your eyes, smiling. He sounds incredibly delighted, and that's always been infectious.

Then you feel yourself tilting, and your stomach does flip-flops as you grab onto him tighter. "Chris!" you scream, your voice hoarse, "Chris, what the hell are you doing?!"

"I'm taking you for a ride!" he laughs as you yelp, gunning the engine. The bike balances precariously on it's back wheel, and you think if he tips it anymore, you'll fall off, and onto the road. Your fingerss dig into his skin, mercilessly, and you press your face into his shirt.

Then there's a jolt and the world rights itself, but you hold your breath. In the next moment, he's turning, a sharp corner, and you let out a breathless scream. You can almost feel the heat of the road, and you shudder as you imagine the sharp rocks tearing through your skin if the bike falls.

"What *is* it?" You shriek, knowing that if he gets it out, there won't be the pent up energy.

He laughs, long and loud, and you're thankful you're on a straight road. "I'm doing a solo album!"

For a minute, you don't think you've heard right, and the flurry of cars passes by you in a blur as you stare unseeingly out into the night sky. "*What?*"

"It's true!" you can hear the giddy delight in his voice, raw and untainted. "I start recording next week."

A smile of disbelief splits your face, and you squeeze him, tightly. He crows loudly, and you can feel his pride emanating through his very being.

"Guess what?" he says, then.

"What?"

"I'm naming my album after you."


-fin-