Date: Fri, 20 Dec 2002 21:03:10 -0800 (PST) From: Josh Parks <jp6996pj@yahoo.com> Subject: Floating on Cloud 98 Let me introduce myself, my name is Josh Parks, I'm 22 years old and live in the hilly regoins of Kentucky. This is just a fantasy of mine, and from a request of one of my friends, an author for nifty, I decided to write it. I love to write and I love to read stories from other people. Thus making Nifty a great place to start. I hope you guys like this story and I have a great many ideas for it, so comments are welcome, both good and bad. floating on cloud 98 by Josh Parks e-mail at jp6996pj@yahoo.com Chapter 1: Day Dream reality The morning sun shone through the white blinds of my bedroom, I already knew it was time to get up even before I opened my eyes and checked the clock. If the sun was able to shine through my window then it was getting around 10 oclock, my room is in the back of the house which during any time of the year the sun always peeks through the trees and just slips a few rays into my window to wake me up. I snuggled closer to the figure laying next to me and sighed happily, I never wanted to leave this wonderful bed or the warm tight embrace from the figure next to me. Jeff Timmons...now that he was with me, my life was complete. Who's wouldn't be? A gorgeous guy, sweet as honey and more gentle than a lamb in sping, his love cascading around me like a warm, fuzzy blanket. I find myself creeping back into sleep, slowly slipping into my thoughts of happiness. Then my eyes flutter open sleepily and the tight embrace leaves me as my quilt, pulled tight around me during the night, falls from my shoulders. The figure sleeping soundly is my fleece, plaid pillow that's almost as long as I am tall. I shove it from me in disgust, another dream! Another taunting, teasing dream of a ungranted wish. My own crazy fantasy that would never be fufilled, no matter how many stars I wished on or birthday candles I blew out, it was just a dream. I stretch under the warm confines of my cover and popped my toes by flexing them then curling them up tight, can't start the day without doing that. Getting out of the bed my feet hit the soft carpet and a small, brisk, chill floods over me. I love the way my room stayed nice and cold it made it easier for snuggling deep in my quilt or into my pillow. I reach over to my left and grab my glasses from my night stand and somehow throw them on my face and trudge forward to the door. I turn off the two switches to my "air cleaner" as I call it. It's a machine that sucks up the dust and allergens in the air and blows out clean air back into the room. I open my door and walk to the kitchen and grab a white glass bowl and a spoon and set them on the table, the spoon hits the bottom of the bowl with a clink. I pick out my box of cereal, Kellogs Frosted Flakes...They're GREEEEAT!...and retreive the gallon of milk from the fridge and sit down to breakfast. As I stare aimlessly into the frosted flakes flaoting in my bowl and mechanically spoon the cereal from the bowl to my mouth, my eyes were drawn upwards to the back of the cereal box. My hand continued to spoon the cereal into my mouth after every swallow as my eyes skimmed over the box. At first I didn't really understand it, I just got up after all!! I reread it and dropped my spoon into the bowl and clutched the box in both hands as I read it for the 3rd time. "You could be a lucky winner, see the boy band of your choice if your picked for our Boy Band of Your Dreams contest. Just send in your name, age, address and phone number on a postcard to the following address. You can pick from these 4 boy bands: Back Street Boys, N'Snyc, 98 Degrees, or Dream Street. 2 lucky winners will be chosen for each Boy Band group so mail in your postcard today!! Drawings will be held December 20th." I looked at the calendar on the wall over the sink counter, it was the 14th of December, I had a little more than a week to have my post card sent in. I literrally tore the bag of cereal from the box and rushed from the kitchen in search of a post card and a pen. My frantic 10 minute search finally paid off as I found both the items. I calmly wrote my name, age, address and phone number on the card and wrote down the address from the back of the box, licked a stamp and stuck it above the address in the top right hand corner and went back to breakfast. My corn flakes were soggy by now so I poured them in the dog bucket and grabbed an apple. I could win...sure why not?...only one problem...I was as lucky as a black cat in a house of broken mirrors and I was going to enter a contest against millions, BILLIONS of other people? OF COURSE I WAS!!!! I ran the postcard out to the mailbox and ran back in the house with my head flooding with wonderful visions of me winning and getting to see Jeff Timmons of 98 degrees. December 20th Today was the day, my life would either change forever or not. I was glued to the phone, the radio was flipped through every channel just in case they announced it on the air, and the tv was surfed until the remote battery died. The phone was mine or more like a part of me, it was almost another apendage, my hand never came off the receiver as I waited for it to ring, if it did...I'd be ready. Around 5 oclock in the afternoon I gave up waiting, they had picked a winner by now for sure and got in contact with them. I made a disgusted face as I thought of the lucky winners screaming their heads off and jumping up and down. I was watching some cartoon show but my mind kept wandering...Jeff Timmons, I could have met you if only...MY LUCK WASN'T SO ROTTEN!!! The phone rang and I almost jumped through the ceiling. I had forgotten about it sitting directly next to me. I answered it and annoyingly said, "Hello?" A very cheerful, exciteable voice of a young man came over the phone, "Hello there, this is Dan Johnson from the Boy Band of Your Dreams contest sponsored by Kelloggs Corn Flakes, may I speak to Josh Parks please?" It took a moment for me to pick the bottom of my jaw off the floor to talk but finally stammered, "Tttthhis is him." "Congradualtions Josh, you were picked second to meet with 98 Degrees and...the boys are here and wanted to congradulate you." There was a slight pause and the phone fell silent and then a very sexy sounding group of voices came over the phone, "Hey!" " Congrads man!" "Yea, I bet your pysched huh?" "Wassup?" I feel silent as I placed each of their voices, "Is Jeff there?" WHAT WAS I THINKING!! Asking for Jeff..your crazy!!! "OOOOooo we got a Jeff Timmons fan here boys, should we just send him or should we tag along for the fun of it?" I heard Dru say. The voices got quieter and a gorgeous, harmonic, angelic voice came over the phone, "Don't mind them, they are just jealous." IT WAS JEFF!!!!! AND HE WAS TALKING TO ME!! "We are in Ohio right now, and we'll be stopping by your house in 2 days if that's ok?" "Sure...that's really fine...I mean that's cool with me." Really fine...that was really descrete!! "Cool, your house is closer then the first chosen's so we decided to stop there first. We'll spend the whole day with you if you want, we cleared two days off actually. Well we'll see you then ok?" "Yea...ok," I croaked, "see you then." "All right then...oh and Josh, I would come alone but the rules says the whole group has to come. Cya...click" I stood there holding the phone for what seemed a good forever. Did Jeff just hit on me or was my dreaming getting the best of me? WHO CARES!!! I was going to meet Jeff Timmons!!! WOOOHOOOO!! I hung up the phone and danced around the house chanting "I won, I won! Who da man? Who da mAAAAAN?" "Wait, they'll be here in 2 days? I have to clean house! This place is a mess!" I began cleaning for the wonderful man that would be visiting me for a whole day...and the other guys that was coming to. That's it for the first chapter, this and the other chapters will be separated into other smaller chapters. so tell me what you think and all ideas are welcomed. and I'm not promising anything but I'll try to reply to every one's e-mails. Thanks! jp6996pj@yahoo.com