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Subject: Post Valentines *Disclaimer* If you are under 18 or not of legal age in your country, please do not read on. If you couldn’t accept themes of homosexuality and the like, please don’t read on. This is a story concerning gay males having intimate relationships and is considered FOR ADULTS ONLY due to its sexual theme and contents. BUT if you really like this stuff, please don’t tell others. Everything in this story is purely FICTIONAL. Or in simpler terms, it’s not true!!! Even if this story involves NSYNC, a real, successful American singing group, and a fictitious character, all that happens in here is fictional… again, it’s not true. If there are instances that it is similar to what happened in the real world, it doesn’t mean that it’s really true. I don’t know anything about their sexuality, as far as the I and the world know, they’re straight as an arrow so I dunno if they’re gay (but I do have my speculations) or not but I wrote this out of freedom of speech and my love for these guys and slash fiction. I don’t own or know NSYNC personally. AGAIN, it’s NOT TRUE!!! but don’t we all hope that it’s true… hehehehe… Mail me at windang@softhome Post Valentines [a short fic] Sometimes, I just wish that all of this didn’t happen. I cannot take the drama and the fast-paced life. Can I just quit? Surely, Justin will be happy. I know that he’s just waiting for someone to crack up so he can be really a solo artist with no strings attached. Of course, he doesn’t want to be the bad guy and leave us. So, it must be someone other than himself. I know that my album will not be as successful as his. Afterall, I am not a media whore. I love my privacy. I love the life away from the public especially when you have a secret that can destroy you and affect your groupmates. Being gay is more difficult when you’re a celebrity. They all think that they own you or something. All the bull about me being adopted almost made me snap. Why do they care if I’m adopted? Will my music change? No! But they all made a big deal out of something that I cannot control. Is it my fault that the parents that I recognize are not my real parents? Similarly, is it my fault that I am gay? The phone began to rang. “Who can this be?” I rolled my eyes as I picked up the phone. “JC Chasez here.” “JC. This is Carlos. I’m just gonna update your promo thingy.” Carlos said. “Why? Are there any changes? Are they gonna kick me out of a performance again because my ankara rus escort songs are offensive?” I said bitterly. “Jayce, calm down okay? We have dealt with the Pro-bowl thing already. Let’s move on from it. We’re all hurt because of that but we can’t do anything about it. Look at the bright side, you received more publicity.” “Fine, fine. Are there any changes?” “Not really. I just want to confirm all the appearances with you.” “Carlos, I appreciate it. But, whatever it is, I’ll be there. As long as you tell me the day itself, it’s okay with me.” “Okay. You just rest and I’ll have someone pick you up for a radio show.” “Thanks.” “I’ll call you up again tomorrow. Happy valentines!” He said and ended the call. “Yeah, valentines.” I mumbled bitterly. Well, it wasn’t Valentine’s Day already since it’s the 15th. I didn’t go on a date or something. Actually, I celebrated it moping inside my hotel room. “This sucks.” I said frustrated. I grabbed my jacket and walked out of the room. I headed to the elevator and hopped in when it opened for me. * * * * * * I can’t believe that I agreed to be with Paris. She really annoys me. Sweetie, can we go shopping? Oh! I so love those pair of shoes! Pink looks soooo cute. She’s literally driving me nuts. The guys laughed at me when I told them my frustrations. Well, my situation is indeed laughable. I’m Paris’s boyfriend because I needed some publicity. Johnny Wright’s orders. Who would contradict the great Johnny?! No one. This sucks. “Honey, can we go shopping?” I heard Paris say from her room. “I’m tired. We just went out, remember?” I answered. “But I didn’t buy anything.” She whined. “Ask one of your girlfriends to come with you. I still have to settle some Backstreet business, remember?” I lied. “Fine, fine.” She said. I rolled my eyes and left the room. I walked around hoping that I could find answers from the predicament that I was in. I am 24 and I’m miserable with spoiled Barbie brat. I can’t even find a decent boyfriend that can make me happy. Heck, I can’t even tell the other guys about my sexuality. The last time I told someone was Brian who didn’t talk to me for a year. Thank God Kevin put some sense in his narrow-minded head. I know that it’s a struggle for him but it’s better than nothing, right? Yesterday was hell. Paris has to drag me to places that she needed to be. It was just a social call. My valentines wasn’t so lovey dovey. It çankaya escort was a social call. I walked to the elevator and pressed the down button. “I need a good boyfriend.” The elevator door opened and I walked inside. “Nick?” Someone called out. I looked at the source of the voice and it was JC. “JC! What are you doing here?” I asked. “I have to deal with some promotions for my album.” “Oh yeah! You’re putting out one. I heard that it’s a hot one.” I haven’t heard any buzz about his album. All I know is that he got booted from the Pro-Bowl after Timberlake’s stint. “Really? Or you’re just being nice?” “Uh…” “I’m not offended. I’m no Justin but it’s okay. I’ll survive.” “I’m sorry about the Pro-Bowl thing.” “It’s okay. I’m over that.” “But it still sucks.” “Yeah. So where are you heading?” “Nowhere. I need to be away from Paris. She’s getting on my nerves.” “Well, she was raised quite extravagantly. What do you expect?” “I know. I am hating Johnny right now.” “He means well but he has to find some good girls out there. The last one that he made me go out with was Tara Reid and she’s just like a total bitch. She’s scary.” “Yeah, I heard about that one.” “I wish that people will just buy our stuff because it’s good and not because I’m with someone or I have a controversy going on.” “I know. My album bombed because I didn’t want to have a big controversy like Justin.” “Oh yeah! I remember the Janet news and stuff. He was really hogging the media all for himself.” “He’s a media whore. No offense.” “He is.” “How about you? Where are you going?” “Nowhere. I got tired of being cooped up inside the room alone. I need some air and a change of scenary.” “Cool! Can I come with you?” “Sure. God knows I need the company.” “I know what you mean. Now, where will we go?” “Let’s just walk around and see.” JC told me. “I like that.” I told him truthfully as I gazed intently at his blue eyes. * * * * * * Meeting Nick inside the elevator was totally out of plan for the day. But I’m grateful that I met him. I really needed some company and he seems like a cool guy that can lead me away from this world filled with pretentions. The two of us talked like we knew each other for years. We were like best friends who didn’t see each other for quite some time. We were sharing anecdotes that totally made me laugh my ass off. The two of just walked and walked chatting. We didn’t have a place in mind and ankara escort we didn’t really care. We got lost in the small world that we built as we walked and talked. “You tired?” I asked him when I noticed that he was breathing heavily. “A little bit. Can we rest for a bit?” He asked. “Sure.” I looked around for a place that we can rest in. I spotted a small and simple cafe. “How about there?” “Cool.” We walked to the cafe, its name is Eyrie, and sat in one of the booths inside. The cafe was empty. It was just me, Nick and an old woman who seems to be cashier. “What do you want?” The old woman asked giving us the menus. It seems that Italian was their specialty. “I’ll get the Cheesy Baked Macaroni and a glass of Ice Tea please.” I said. “I’ll have the Parmigiana and a glass of Ice Tea.” Nick ordered. “I’ll be back in a jiffy.” She said with a smile. I was looking around the cafe. “This place is nice.” “Yeah, it’s cozy.” “I agree.” “So, how did you celebrate Valentine’s Day?” He asked. “Nothing special. I just did a radio appearance and then locked myself in my room pitying myself because I was so miserable. The usual. How about you?” “I got dragged around town like a dog by Paris. Locking yourself inside a room seems more promising. Trust me.” The two of us burst in a fit of laughter. “We are miserable.” “I know.” “It sucks.” “I know that too.” The two of us were still giggling but it was dying down by the minute. “It’s sad.” “It is.” Silence. “Here’s your order.” The old woman placed our orders on the table. “Enjoy your meal.” We ate heartily commending how delicious the food was. I tasted his and he tasted mine. Both were delicious. “This is really good.” I commented. “I know. I can live forever just eating this.” “Me too.” Silence. The two of us ate quietly until we were both finished. “That was so good. I want to eat some more but I’m so full.” He said holding his tummy. “Me too.” I said. I signaled the old woman for our bill. The woman approached us and handed me the bill. “I’ll pay.” Nick said. “Nah! I’ll do it.” “I’m the one who tagged along. I’ll pay.” “I will.” I immediately gave my money to the old woman. “That’s not fair.” The old woman was giggling. She was amused. I can see it in her eyes. “You two are a cute couple.” She said and turned around. That left me shocked. I want to say that Nick and I aren’t a couple but my voice won’t let me. I looked Nick. He was sporting a surprised look as well. He looked at me. I looked at him. I am positive that I can feel electricity coursing through my body. I smiled and he smiled as well. Valentines was bad but my post Valentines seems promising. ———— End That’s my little short fic. Please send my feedbacks. Thanks! email ome
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