Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2000 08:33:24 -0800 (PST)
From: B-Rok Fan <brokfan_1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dreams Coming True Part 1

Alright, here we go!  This is my first attempt at writing any real type of
story, adult or otherwise.

This story is a complete work of fiction, and is not meant to imply
anything about anyone.  While some of the characters may be loosely based
on people that I know, none are meant to actually represent anyone,
particularly any member of the Backstreet Boys.  Though we may wish they
were gay, and some of them may actually be, this in no way states that they
are. :o) If any of the BSB happen to be reading this (like D LS says "We
can dream can't we?"), feel free to drop me a line and tell me what you
think!

OK, usual standards apply, If you are in any way offended or made
uncomfortable by material concerning sexual relations between consenting
adult men, then please do not read this.  Also, if it is in any way illegal
for you to read material such as this then don't... or do and just don't
get caught.

I also want to take this opportunity to recommend a story that I think is
one of the best things I've ever read, and that is "Brian & Me" by D LS.
It is very well written and a great story overall!

Since this is my first attempt at this sort of thing all comments, good or
bad, are welcome, as well as any suggestions you might have as to how I
could make the story better.  You can contact me at brokfan_1@yahoo.com

Enjoy!

Dreams Coming True by brokfan_1

Part 1

	*Bleep Bleep Bleep Bleep*

	I reached over and hit the snooze button on my alarm clock for the
third time of the morning then turned over to catch my last dream of the
night, but just when I was almost asleep again my phone rang.

	"Hello?" I said groggily into the receiver.

	"Hey Sleepyhead, please tell me you're not still in bed!"  It was
my best friend since 7th grade, Fiona.  "Don't you know what today is?!"

	"Not especially," I replied, though I wasn't really listening to a
word she was saying.

	"You idiot! Today is the day the tickets for the Backstreet Boys go
on sale!" she screamed.  As usual Fiona was her stressed out over bearing
self.  I had told her to make sure I got up in time to start calling for
them as soon as they went on sale at 10 AM, but now I was starting to
regret my choice of wake-up calls.

	"OK, I'm getting up.  What time is it?" I asked her while glancing
over to my clock to find out for myself.  I am not a morning person AT ALL.

	"It's almost 9.  You're ass was supposed to be up and already over
here by now!"  she scolded me while I could tell she was stuffing her
breakfast in her mouth between words.  "Now get up, shower, and get over
here now.  I'll try to save a pancake or two from my mother, the bottomless
pit."

	"That would be sweet of you," I said sarcastically while I thumbed
through the closet looking for something comfortable to wear.  Since I was
just going over to Fi's there was no need to be formal, so I decided to go
with a pair of sweatpants and a Shania Twain T-shirt I had gotten at her
Memphis concert last year.

	"OK, well hurry.  You don't want to miss the chance of a lifetime
to see the Backstreet Boys do you?"  She knew how much the BSB meant to me.
Since last August when she admitted to that she was bi-sexual and then I
told her that I was gay, we had really opened up to each other, and she
knew exactly how important these tickets were to me.

	We said our quick good-byes and then I got in the shower.  The hot
water running over me quickly erased the last bits of sleep that lingered
from the night.  I then brushed my teeth and commenced with the chore of
shaving.  I really hated the fact that I had finally gotten old enough to
have to shave every day to avoid looking shaggy.  I started humming the
tune to "As Long As You Love Me" to myself.

	"You're up early for a Saturday" I heard my grandmother say from
the other side of the door.  "Going somewhere?" Nanny (as I called her) had
really been more of a mother to me than grandmother.  My Mom was there, but
she wasn't really what you would call "there for me."

	"Yeah, I'm gonna run over to Fiona's for a little while this
morning" I yelled over the running water, as I toweled my face off ,
wrapped the towel around my waist, and opened the door.

	"Oh, going to see your girlfriend, huh?" she said with a suggestive
voice.  I just couldn't bring myself to come out to my family.  There were
just too many different possible reactions, none of which I was ready to
respond to.  I was comfortable coming out to Fiona, because she had already
told me that she was bi-sexual, but I my family was a different story.

	"No, Nanny.  I have already explained this a hundred times.  We are
not boyfriend and girlfriend... we're just friends!"  She replied with
rolling eyes, as I stepped back into my bedroom and closed the door.

	I quickly got dressed and was headed out the door, when I saw Nanny
in the kitchen cooking breakfast for herself and Mom and Dad.  "Are Mom and
Dad still asleep?"

	"Yeah, I was gonna get them up in about 10 minutes," she said
absently as she cracked an egg into a frying pan.

	"Will you tell them where I went?"

	"Sure, anything else you want me to tell them?"

	"Just that I love them.  See you after while!"  I said as I closed
the door.  I hopped in my car and in about 10 minutes I pulled into Fiona's
driveway.

	As I got out of the car I checked my watch.  9:45.  It had taken me
a little longer to get to Fiona's than I had expected, and she was already
out the door coming to drag me into the house with her.

	"Where the hell have you been?" she screeched as she led me to her
room where she already had both phones in her house ready and waiting.  "We
should have already been trying to get through.  They may open the lines
early."

	"Sorry, it took me a little long to shave and get ready.  Besides
you should appreciate the trouble that I go through to look so good for
you," I said as I plastered a goofy grin on my face.

	She stood back and looked me up and down taking in my ripped
sweatpants and faded sneakers.  "I'm sure Shania would appreciate the
promotion she is getting from you, but in my opinion, the next time you try
to `look so good for me'... try harder."  We both broke into our patented
giggles that we got when around each other.

	"Here, it's almost 10.  We should get started" Fi (as I usually
called her) tossed me the cordless phone.  "Just press redial.  I already
tried it earlier."  I pressed it and heard the numerous beeps of the 1-800
number to buy the tickets being dialed into the phone and then the annoying
beep of the busy signal.

	"Busy," I said sadly.

	"Well don't just stand there like a sack of potatoes! Try again!"
she said as she started doing the same on her cell phone.

	We spend the remainder of the morning and over half the afternoon
pressing redial and getting the same busy signal over and over and over
again while going about our usual business.  It's amazing how you can adapt
to perform almost any task while holding a telephone at your ear.

	At almost 3 I threw the phone down on the bed.  "That's it!  I give
up!  If I have to hear that stupid busy signal again, I swear I am going to
shoot myself!"  I fell back onto Fiona's bed.

	"I know what you mean.  I'm sorry we couldn't get through.  I know
how much this concert means to you."  I could tell Fi was genuinely sorry,
even though there was nothing that she could have done to change things.

	"Hey I didn't really expect to be able to get tickets anyway.  I
guess I can get along just admiring Brian from afar for a little longer."
I tried to put on my best smile to hide how disappointed I really was.


	The weeks leading up to the concert came and went as I entered
contest after contest in a vain attempt to get those tickets.  Eventually I
forgot about the concert and decided that I would have to make due with the
CD's alone.

	It had been a long semester at Beauregard High School.  It was my
Senior year and I was definitely ready to get out of there!  I turned 18 in
September so I could really quit anytime I wanted but I didn't really want
to.  My plan was to graduate high school and then I was going to start at
Union University in Jackson.

	I sat in 4th period working on the usual databases and
spreadsheets, when Fiona, who was in the class with me, came over to my
workstation and knelt down so she could whisper in my ear.  "What have you
got planned for tomorrow?"

	"Nothing much. Why?" An honest enough answer, since I spent most of
my time working on homework or studying during the school week to keep up
my perfect 4.0 GPA (which I am not bragging about but am very proud of) I
usually took any time off on the weekends as sort of a recuprative time, to
just rest and catch on my music and reading... but I wasn't going to tell
Fiona that!

	"Well I was planning on going to Nashville and doing a little
shopping, and I really didn't want to do it alone."  I could tell that she
was trying to avoid actually asking me to go with her, so I thought I would
force an invitation out of her.

	"Well it's too bad that I have plans to go out with a few hot
chicks and party all day and all night."  I tried to make it sound as fun
and exciting as possible as I lied.

	"Oh give me a break!  Like any 'hot chick' would ever go out with
you, or you would ever go out with any hot chick!"  One of Fiona's more
amusing traits is her way of getting overly emotional and upset over the
littlest things.

	"Oh, so you're... inviting me to go with you?"  I grinned slyly.

	"YES!  Will you please go with me shopping tomorrow in
Nashville?!!" she screamed way to loud for the classroom which drew the
teacher's attention.

	"Ms. Morgan, is there a problem?" she asked in her not so happy
voice.

	"No ma'am, just Josh being his usual annoying self," she snickered
as she quickly made her way back to her own workstation.

	I got Fi's attention and mouthed the words "It's a date."

	She just smiled and gave me the `OK' sign.


	We decided that our best bet to get all the shopping done in one
place was to go to the Bellevue Mall.  When we first got there we decided
to go to The Gap first then American Eagle.

	After we finished at American Eagle we decided it would be best for
us to separate.  Fiona headed to Bath and Body Works while I decided to
check out the CD's.

	While going through the new release rack I saw some stuff from
Celine Dion and Faith Hill as well as some other stuff that didn't really
strike me as interesting.  It was still a little while before I was
supposed to meet back up with Fiona for a late lunch, so I had to some up
with a way to waste some time.

	I decided to just walk around and see what I can see.  While
walking I saw the Mens' Room which reminded me that I hadn't used the
restroom for a few hours.  I stepped into the room which was completely
empty.  I stepped into the nearest stall and did my business.

	As I was drying my hands I suddenly heard what sounded like a riot
outside the Mens' Room.  "What the..."

	The door of the restroom burst open and a guy rushed in and slammed
the door shut behind him and locking it.  He was out of breath and looked
like his clothes had almost been torn completely off of him.

	"What is going on out there?" I asked him.  He still looked a
little haggard but was at least catching his breath.  He was about to talk
when it sounded like the door was about to be broken down by a horde of
girls.

	"Just the usual," he said with a grin, and even with the baseball
cap and the big sunglasses, I knew exactly who had just rushed in the
restroom.  BRIAN LITTRELL!

	"Oh my God! You're... you're... you're..." I stammered while trying
to get my mouth to catch up with my brain.

	"Yeah, I'm Brian.  Please don't tell me you're a fan too," he said
with a grin while still trying to catch his breath.  "Whew! It's a madhouse
out there."

	"Yeah, I can tell.  Hi, I'm Josh."  I was actually shaking from
excitement, but I was trying to keep it together.

	"I'm Brian Littrell," he extended his hand for a shake.

	"I know," I smiled the best smile I could muster under such
circumstances.

	Brian looked at the door which was still shaking under the pounding
fists of about 30 teenages girls all trying to get a glimpse of the
Backstreet Boy.  "Do you mind if we wait a few minutes before opening the
door?"

	"Nah, I don't really have anywhere to be right now," I lied.  I was
supposed to meet Fi very soon for lunch.

	He looked at the few small bags I had set next to the sink. "Doing
some shopping?"

	"Yep, my friend Fiona and I just needed an excuse to get away for a
while."

	"It's the little things like shopping that I really miss while
we're on the road."  He smiled that gorgeous grin and I just melted into a
puddle of stupidity.

	"Well... I... um... I know what you mean," I managed to stutter
out.

	There was a few minutes of awkward silence while the screams
outside the door slowly quieted.  Then Brian spoke up again.  "I know I
wasted a lot of your time in here, asking you to not open the door and all.
Why don't you let me make it up to you?"

	"Oh that's not necessary.  Just getting to meet you was enough," I
could feel the blush rising in my cheeks.

	"Please.  I insist.  Why don't I get you and Fiona some tickets to
tonight's concert and some backstage passes, so you can come back and hang
out with me and the rest of the guys for a while," he said while pulling
off his hat and sunglasses to reveal those amazing baby blues.

	I couldn't believe what I was hearing!  I was going to get to go to
the concert AND have backstage passes.  "That would be great!  I tried to
get tickets but they were sold out."

	"OK, great!"  he certainly was happy that I would be coming to the
show.  "I'll get it set up.  Just come around to the back.  I'll make sure
you're on the list.  Josh...?"  he motioned with his hands asking for my
last name.

	"Lawson." I said.  Though I had calmed down some, my heart was
still racing.

	"Alright, Josh Lawson, I'll see you later tonight," he said while
putting his cap and glasses back on.  "You think it's safe to make a run
for it?"

	I put my ear to the door and heard silence.  "Sounds like it."

	"Great.  Wish me luck" he said while making a goofy face and
bolting out into the mall.

To be continued...

I know nothing much happened in this part, but be patient.  I promise the
next part will be a little more interesting. :o)