Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2001 19:40:36 +0000 (GMT)
From: Adam <adam_brittboy@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Doomed Love/Part 1

Title: Doomed Love
Author: Adam

Disclaimer: I do not know the sexual orientation of
NSYNC or BSB but this is not meant to reflect on there
true status. This is a pure work of fiction and
nothing more. No profit is been made; it is being
written out of enjoyment.

Authors: Hey everyone. Beginnings of Something New is
still being written. This is a slow start, and i'm very
tired so forgive problems. It will get better and more
exciting but i wanted some base to start from.
Hope you like it.

Any feedback, please mail: adam_brittboy@yahoo.co.uk

If you wanna read some other great stories:

Justin's Dark Angel, Lance In Shining Armour, My
Surprise Romance, Forever, Nick and Justin, Kevin and
Dustin, Search and Rescue, Dying Eyes, My New Life,
Xtreme NSYNC, Studio in the Country...and many
more...

Now on with the story...

It was doomed from the start, but I didn't notice, or
perhaps didn't want to notice.

My name is Nathan, and it was on that cold, day over a
year ago now, that my life changed forever, but a
change for the better or worse has yet to be seen.

I was in my local Coffee shop's bathroom the day my
exam results came in, struggling not to puke. Leaving
the bathroom I glanced at the clock, which read
7:20am. Pretty early for me, and for the coffee shop,
which opened early so I could come in. The owner of
the shop was my best friends, boyfriend, Mike. I was
in desperate need for caffeine that morning. Those who
have had to wait for results will know what I mean.

These results were the `results' those life altering
results that would decide the course of my life.

Sitting against the counter I looked grimly at the
three empty coffee cups that I'd accumulated over the
fifteen minutes I'd been in the shop. I remember
clearly what I did whilst I waited.

My cords.

The deep, night-blue cords I was wearing that way were
taking some punishment as I pulled and tugged on them
relentlessly, attempting to shake some of my
nervousness.

It was at that point the door opened. An old fashioned
door with one of those bells. I didn't turn to see who
it was, but Mike's eye's looked over the man
appreciatively.

The entrance had brought a cool breeze into the shop,
which was a sweet relief to the feverish sweat I was
working up, and I sighed.

"Can I get a double de-cafe please." A very deep,
and...to me erotic voice spoke. (I'm just weird that
way)

"Well, man." Mike began. "We're not open yet." I
didn't turn to look at the customer but by the look on
Mike's face it must have been a sad one. Mike was a
sucker for puppy eyes and a pout, so immediately
changed his mind.

"Ah hell. I'm serving this bum here," Mike nodded his
head to me. "So I guess one more wouldn't make a
difference. A double de-cafe you said?" Without
waiting for a response he turned and quickly got the
order done.

"A sweet drink, for a delicious looking guy." Mike
said, handing over the drink.

Although Mike was straight, and dating my friend, who
was a `girl' some of the things he said made me really
think about his sexual orientation.

He turned and went back into his shop, taking chairs
down from the tables and wiping them down again.

A barely understandable "Thank you" Came from the guy,
before he pulled the warm drink to his lips, and moved
to sit In the stool beside me.

Unlike some people who can sit with anyone and feel
comfortable, I am very sensitive about my personal
space and shuffled slightly in my seat. Although some
of the shuffling from trying to get a look of this
guy.

`Hey, I'm gay, hr's a guy. You figure it out!'

I couldn't see his face as a baggy tracksuit top with
a big hood overhung his face, allowing only a little
spiky blond hair visible.

I had only heard his voice, but even that was
attractive, giving me high hopes of his looks. It may
sound vain, but I'm not into looks. Just nice to look
at when pining over a new guy. And the guy next to me
sounds definite pine material.

//Who is this guy?// I thought. //...And how is he doing
this to me?!// At this point I was crossed between my
complete and utter horror at seeing my exam results,
and my surprising lust I was already feeling for this
man.

Whilst taking another small sip at my dwindling coffee
the man beside me spoke once again.

"Morning."

//Oh that voice!//

I practically spat out what I was drinking in an
attempt to respond.

//Great first impression!// I thought, chastising
myself. //He must think I'm a total loser!//

"Morning, man!" I finally got out, not been able to
hide the beet-red blush that covered my face.

"Cold?" He asked, his voice cutting through my very
soul.

"Nervous." I responded, thinking he was taking my
shaking hand as the temperature.

"Anything I could help with?" He asked.

//He wants to help me and he doesn't even know me!
That is either incredibly sweet, or totally scary!// I
thought to myself, whilst thinking how to answer.

"No," I finally responded, noticing his shoulders
slump as I replied so abruptly. "If I've failed now,
it's too late to do anything about it."

He seemed to perk up when I answered more fully and
turned a little more towards me.

I still couldn't see what he was hiding under that big
hood, but I caught a glimpse of pale smooth skin, and
a glint of green eyes.

//Just keep talking, he's taking your mind off the
exams.//

"What exams you taking?" He asked, making me think I
was taking too much time in my own head.

"Oh, well..."

"It's okay, if you don't want to tell me that's fine."

"No, it's not that. I took English, Geography,
Psychology, Business and History." I answered, taking
a breath.

"Wow! Interesting. Why those?" He asked me. Normally I
wouldn't go on in to detail why I chose the subjects I
did, but this guy sounded generally interested.

"Well, Geography and History I have a natural interest
in and am good at. The same with English, plus I',
hoping to go into journalism or maybe some kind of
writer."

He nodded his head, or what I thought was a nod from
under that hood.

"Business because...well, in the world today you need
business to get somewhere, and it helps with a lot of
things. Psychology is because it's something different
and sounded interesting to me." I finished with a
smile, proud at what I had done, even if my exams were
a flop.

"Wow, man." Was his response. "Nothing there I would
have done. Music's more my thing. Maybe business as
well."

"Really? Well, what do you do?" I asked.

"I uh...that is..."

"It's okay. I shouldn't have asked. I mean we don't
even know each other."

The guy remained quiet a while and I looked up at the
clock, noticing it was almost eight. My results were
out at 8:15, and it was about a ten minute walk from
here.

"Well, it's been nice talking but I gotta go."

The guy shrugged his shoulders and I shrugged in
response, not really sure what kind of response to
expect.

"Bye Mike!" I called, before leaving.

As I walked down the street I heard footsteps running
towards me. Living in a city like the one I did I knew
how to defend myself and quickly side stepped and
flipped the guy who was almost on
top of me.

"Ughnnnn!" Came from the ground.

It was the guy.

The guy who I'd been talking to moments ago.

"Oh man, I'm so sorry. I never meant to do that. I
mean I meant to, but I didn't know it was you!" I'm so
sorry!"

Then I realised, his face was uncovered.

//Beautiful// Was all I could think.

He had spiky blond hair, which fit in with his pale
green eyes. His face was smooth and pale. I recognised
him, but couldn't figure out from where.

"So," The incredibly good looking man began, looking
put out as he struggled to get up, knocking my offered
hand away. "I suppose you are gonna run off to the
paper's now huh? I can just see the headlines, `Famous
NSYNCER attacks innocent young man.'"

"WHAT?" I asked, louder than I had intended.

"I'm famous, and it seems every time I blow my nose
someone's writing about it." He said, not the least
bit sorry for what he'd just said.

"Oh, so I'm like that as well?" I was really angry
now. If it's one thing that annoys me is people making
opinions of me when they don't even know me.

"No...yes...that's not what I meant." The young man
stuttered out.

"Then what exactly do you mean?" I asked, my fury
growing with every word he stumbled out.

"I just mean..." The stranger sighed in defeat. "I'm
sorry, alright. I just wanted a friend." With that he
turned and began to walk away.

Something about how he said those final words struck
me deep down inside.

"Maybe you could walk me to the results Dept." I said,
loud enough so the still walking away guy, could hear.

When I received no answer and still feeling bad I
resulted to begging. "Please! It'd mean a lot to me."

Wordlessly he turned and began walking beside me.

"You know," I started attempting to get some
conversation going. "You look really familiar, and as
you said you were famous, I was wondering."

"You mean you don't know who I am?" He asked, his face
looking disbelieving.

"Let's not start this again. I don't know who you are,
and I'm not after you're body!" I covered my mouth,
blushing again within such a short time. "I, eh...I mean
you're money."

"Nsync, Lance Bass."  He said.

My eyebrows were furrowed in confusion so he
continued.

"You know...Nsync, `No Strings Attached' Bye Bye Bye" he
sang the words out for me before it clicked. I saw his
face, and remembered something I'd read once.

"You mean you know the one with curly hair! Can you
get me his autograph!" I screamed excitedly, hoping my
grin wasn't too transparent. I'd read once that Justin
and JC were the main attractions to the fans, and then
came the other three.

"Yes, i...wait a second!" Lance said with a grin,
catching onto my joke. "You said that on purpose
didn't you?!" He asked.

I only nodded in response, and he was about to say
something else before his mobile phone rang.

"Justin...yeah i....not until 10:20...I always am...don't be
stupid...bye."

Only hearing Lance's side of the conversation it was
hard to get what it was about so I waited to see if
Lance would explain.

"Justin was just wondering if I was planning on coming
to the photo shoot, when it was, if he should come and
pick me up, blah, blah"

"So, you gonna go?" I asked.

"No. I promised I'd be with you for the results and I
will."

"But, i..."

"No, Nathan." 	He said my name remembering hearing it
from Mike in the coffee shop. "I am coming with you
and that's final."

No more talking happened on the way to getting my
results. Finally arriving there my shaking had started
again.

"It's okay, Nath!" Lance said, making me blush more
that he'd already shortened my name like close friends
do.

He rubbed my shoulders a minute or two before I went
in and got them.

Sighing my name off I waited for the sealed envelope
to be fished out. I turned back to Lance through the
glass door that I had entered and saw him give me the
thumbs up.

I finally took my results and went outside, looking
straight into Lance's eyes.

"This is it!" I said to him, as if we'd been friends
for years. Karen was meant to be here with me but she
was on an expedition in Italy, my parents were back
home in England.

I fumbled to open the envelope and when I finally did
the sheet with my grades was in front of me, but my
eyes were closed.

"Open your eye's, Nath. Tell me how you did. I believe
in you!" Lance said, with...pride? in his voice.

That made it even harder to look. I'd feel I'd let
Lance down if I'd failed.

Getting the inner power I had searched years for I
opened my eye's and my jaw dropped, and my lip
quivered.

To Be Continued.