Date: Mon, 2 Aug 1999 22:03:11 -0400 (EDT)
From: EG <bsbwriter@altavista.net>
Subject: Adam, Zach and BSB, Parts 3 and 4 (gay/boy bands)

Legal Note: Plese don't read this if you are under the age of 18 years or
the particular age of permission where ever you live.The story below is in
all parts fictional. All portayal of the Backstreet Boys and other persons
mentioned is in no way based on fact.  All other characters are completely
fictional. All names, songs, events, and other liscensed material remains
so. Thank you.

Hey guys. This is the third and fourth parts of what promises to be a long
and slow process. Sorry the pieces are so short-I'm really busy lately, but
will try to get a new part out every two or three days. No sex in this part
either. the actual body of the plot will start in the next piece. hope you
enjoy! write me with comments, suggestions and where you think the plot
will go next at bsbwriter@altavista.net. special thanks to those who
already wrote-Matt and TonnY.

-EG

Part 3

	Finally, the Backstreet Boys came on TV. Kevin was in all his
glory, of course, and I just about died when he took his shirt off. One of
the camera guys seemed to like him too, and in close ups you could see
sweat trail down his beautiful abs. They sang their songs, and each one I
knew by heart. In the beginning, Zach made fun of me, but I was so
entranced I didn't notice. Finally he gave up and left to pack. After it
was over, I sighed and flipped channels. I began to watch a rerun of the
X-files, but I fell asleep soon after.

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	"Get UP!" Zach screamed at the top of his lungs. "Come on! Its
four-thirty. Let's go. Let's go!" My head swam and I tried to open my eyes
and failed miserably. I am not a morning person. "We have to go, Adam. You
still have to pack." Sometimes I admired the paternal qualities in Zach,
but this was not one of those times.
	"Shut up! I'm getting up, just a few more minutes," I
whined. Instead of letting me go back to sleep, he dragged up and threw me
into a waiting shower with my clothes on.
	"Take a shower. Remember-we're leaving at six. Please be ready by
then?" Zach pleaded.
	"Mmpht." I said in agreement.
	"O.K.. I'm going to be at the store getting some last minute
necessities. I'll be back by five-thirty."
	"Bye," I whined. I heard the bathroom door close, then the front
door. I was so tired I leaned against the side of the stall for support. I
removed my clothes. Slowly, I let the water wake me, and soon, I was fully
conscious.
	I remembered last night. I remembered my birthday plans. And I
remembered Kevin on that stage, in his majesty. Man, I was smitten. I
thought to myself, I'm coming Kevin.

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	The car trip was longer than it should have been. After I'd packed,
Zach had returned and we were completely ready, it had been not six, but
get ready for this, seven o'clock. Zach was very very very upset, but he
got over it after I, being such a self-less guy, offered to drive. Boy, was
that a mistake.
	Traffic was extremely thick. Normally a five hour drive to New
York, we were only in southern Pennsylvania after six hours. We decided to
stop for lunch.
	Despite Zach's claims that Denny's is not only racist and slow
serving, but also has bad food and is below our(his) standards, I dragged
him in. It was the only restaurant for the next two hours and I was hungry.
	It was really busy. We approached the maitre'd, or what ever they
call them in chain restaurants- hostess, or something-and asked for a table
for two, non-smoking.
	"I'm sorry sir," she said. "The wait will be about thirty minutes."
	"What about in smoking?" I asked.
	"Maybe. Let me go see," she said, which was better than her saying
`no.'
	Zach looked at me with a grimace. "Let's get out of here," he said.
	"Come on," I pleaded. "Just wait a few more minutes, then we'll
go." I hoped the hostess would be back soon.
	After about five minutes, we saw her walking towards us, arguing
with what looked like the manager. Finally, she addressed us. "Okay guys,"
she stated, putting both hands on her hips. "There's one table that guys
are welcome to if you're willing to stand a party-" she leaned in, "a loud
party-in the next room."
	I nodded in acceptance and avoided the look I knew would be on
Zach's face-one of annoyance and rage. She led us to the table, gave us our
menus and asked for the drink orders. I took a coke, and Zach asked for a
mineral water. "I'm sorry sir, we don't have any mineral water. If you
want, I'll just bring you some Sprite and you can just look at and pretend
you're in some place that does carry it," she said-not a very nice gal.
	"I'll just have some water, thank you," Zach replied. The hostess
left and Zach began to lecture on the service at chain restaurants. I
instead of listening, I paid attention to the party going on in the room 10
feet from our table. The door was closed, but I could hear muffled laughing
and talking. One of the revelers opened the door and made their way across
the restaurant to the hostess. I checked him out. He was sort of cute, with
light hair and a muscled but not pretentiously worked on body-not really my
type, but cute-definitely cute.
	I went back to trying to be polite to Zach when I looked back to do
a double take.  Holy shit. It was Nick Carter.

Part 4

	I clutched Zach's hand that was resting on the table. "Zach!
Zach!!" I whispered.
	"What Adam!?" he answered.
	"Its-its--" I started to breathe very fast.
	"Ouch!"
	"What?"
	"Your nails are digging into me!"
	"Oh! Sorry. Zach!"
	"What?"
	"That's Nick. That's Nick!" I whispered excitedly.
	"Nick who?" He was annoyed.
	"Carter. Nick Carter!"
	"But isn't he part of the Backstreet-ohhh. O.K.. Ummm. But what is
he doing in a Denny's?"
	"He's at the party. I-" Then it hit me. What if Kevin was in there?
	"You what?" Zach asked.
	"I-I dunno. Never mind."
	"Never mind? A member of what-your Favorite band just walks on by
and you say nothing? What the hell is wrong with you? You're always talking
on and on and on about your beloved `bsb.' Just introduce yourself or
something. Damn. What's wrong with you?" Zach finished his tirade and
looked at me expectantly.
	I didn't answer him. Instead, I watched Nick's little ass swing its
way back into the party room. When he disappeared within, the door was
still a little bit open. I knew if I was at a slightly different angle I
would be able to verify Kevin's presence or lack thereof.
        I tilted my chair up, just the tiniest bit, and peered in. I could
see Brian sitting next to Nick, drinking a soda and laughing really
hard. Where's your cousin, B-rok? I asked him silently. I titled my chair a
little more. I could now see AJ and Howie sitting on a table playing
cards. Just a little more-and there he was. Kevin. He was even hotter
in-BAM! I fell backwards quickly with a loud thump and hit the floor.

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	My back hurt a little bit, but mostly, I was embarrassed
terribly. I remained in the chair, though horizontal, and closed my eyes,
hoping and using up every wish possible that this was a dream. Zach was
suddenly towering over me. "Adam! Adam! Are you all right?" he screamed.
	"I'm-I'm fine, I just took a little fall," I managed a smile, not a
very real one, but a smile none the less.
	"Okay, well get up then, you dork." Zach offered me a hand and
helped pull me up.
	I felt a hand on my shoulder, and my heart leaped. I turned, but it
was only the waitress. "Sir? Sir?" I looked off into the distance and day
dreamed. "Sir? Are you all right? What would you like for lunch?" she
asked.
	"Nothing," I replied. My appetite was gone. "Zach? Can we please
leave?" I asked, attempting to look as if I had hurt my body, instead of
the truth of my injured ego.
	"Yeah, okay," Zach sighed. He let me lean against him as we made
our way to the door. We got to the car, and I sprawled dejectedly across
the back seat.  Zach got in the driver's seat, and said, "We need to go get
some gas, and I'll get some junk so we won't have to stop before we get
there." I nodded. He drove to the station next door, started to pump the
gas, and went into the gas station convenience store.
	I closed my eyes, and let the cool breeze from the open window wash
across my face. Suddenly, the breeze stopped and I felt a shadow fall
across the backseat. I opened my eyes but all I could see was a
silhouette. The shadowed figure shifted and a young guy's voice asked,
"Where you goin' with that bump on your head?"
	"I-" I couldn't speak. Was it Kevin?
	"Are you o.k.?" the figure trailed off.
	"Yeah." I said, although I wasn't altogether sure I was.
	"I saw you fall in Denny's. We wanted to know how you were."
	"We?"
	"Me and the guys. Oh-sorry-I'm not used to having to introduce
myself. I'm AJ." I was crestfallen, but still excited that the BACKSTREET
BOYS cared about me. He stuck his head in the window. "Are you sure you're
all right?"
	"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. I'm Adam."
	"Nice to meet you Adam. I just realized what I said sounded really
stuck up. You see, I'm part of this five-guy band called the-"
	"The Backstreet Boys. I know-I don't live in a hole. Plus, I happen
to own all of your CDs." Oh, shit. What was I saying? I clasped both hands
over my mouth. The last thing I wanted to look like was a puppy-dog-eyed
fan who happened to be an eighteen year old male? What kind of weirdo was
I, anyway?
	"No kidding?" AJ asked.
	"Uh..." What was I supposed to say?
	"No, its real cool. I'm glad to see someone who's a fan besides the
average twelve year old girl who only wants us for our bodies."
	"Uh..." I was still at a loss. So I was just an eighteen year old
guy who only wants them for their bodies, (and their minds too, of
course). Big diff.
	"I'm just kidding. Seriously though, are you all right? You took
quite a fall."
	"Yeah, I'm fine. I really appreciate your caring though-it kind of
obliterates that wild, devil-may-care attitude rep you have." Oh no-he
looked surprised. I've insulted him.
	"I didn't know I had that rep..."
	"Oh I wouldn't listen to-" AJ cut me off.
	"I'm surprised the fans were so perceptive," he smiled. "Just
kidding. So look, um, me and the boys were wondering if you and your friend
had tickets to the show on the fourth?"
	"Yeah-fifth row, center."
	"Really? You must have Carson Daly connections, then?" I
nodded. "Well, maybe you can come back and see us after the show?"
	I nodded again. "Definitely!" I said, still nodding vigorously. I
am such a freaking dork.
	"Cool. So, see you in a week. You guys headed up to the city too?"
	"Yeah," I said. "Its sort of a birthday/belated senior trip
odyssey." Where the hell did I come up with odyssey? Curse AP English.
	"Really? Whose birthday?"
	"Mine. I'll be 19."
	"Cool, man. Well, looks like your friend is coming back. I gotta
go, but nice meeting you. Always nice to meet a fan who isn't a screaming
girl and is cool on top of that."
	"Likewise, AJ-that is, except for the fan part because I really
don't have any-" I shut up before I completely dug my own grave in the
cemetary of social ability.
	"No worries. Chill, Adam."
	"Later," I said.
	"Later."
	AJ walked back towards Denny's and Zach got in the car.  "Wasn't
that a backstreet boy?" asked Zach.
	"Yeah-AJ. They wanted to know if I was all right." It hit me
then. I had been fifteen feet away from my all time celebrity crush and I
did nada. Nada! But then, I thought of all the reasons it was better to
wait to meet him in my dreams. To my knowledge, Kevin wasn't gay. Also,
what if he wasn't a nice guy? What if in reality, he was just a pretty
face-what if he was just a male bimbo? What if he had a girlfriend? What if
he had a secret wife? Whoa there Adam, I thought, you're getting a little
ahead of yourself. The night of the concert would be the night. It was
better to wait, and not to speculate, until then.
	"Was he nice?"
	"Yeah, he was really cool. He invited us backstage for the
concert."
	"Um, Adam?"
	"What?"
	"Did you actually get passes?"
	"No..." I had a sinking feeling in my stomach, (and my heart,
thanks to Kevin)
	"Well, then how do you propose we get in? I bet they tell that to
every poor shmoe who hits his or her head craning his or her neck to see
them."
	I sighed. "You're probably right-but hey-there's nothing to loose."
	"But our dignity."
	"Well I lost mine back in Denny's, and you didn't have much to
begin with, so I say we try anyway, you cynical bastard." I laughed and was
beginning to feel better for the first time since the fall. "Let's get
going. On you drive, Geeves." Zach started up the car and we got onto the
open road.