Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2001 22:41:11 -0800 (PST)
From: Really Bigdreamer <reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Justin Saved Me

Hey...it's me again, RBD, I've written a couple of
stories before in the boybands section: "Dreams Can
Come True" and "Searching for Lost Souls", so if you
haven't read them, then please do because Chapter 2 of
"SFLS" has a good sex scene. Speaking of sex there
isn't any in this chapter, maybe in the next :)

Now here's the part that we all love: the
disclaimer... wait, you mean you didn't come here to
read the disclaimer? Well read it anyway. If you're
not 18 (21 in some places) then why the hell are you
here? If you find m/m sexual situations offense, then
why are you here? And finally: I don't know any of the
members of NSync, meaning that this is a WORK OF
FICTION, and not meant to imply anthing about any
member of NSync being gay.

E-mail me with your comments/question/whatever at
reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com and don't by shy I love fan
mail, even if it says you don't like the story, so
write me, ok?

Justin Saved Me by RBD (Really Big Dreamer)

Chapter 1: A Chance Meeting

	"Please...please don't do this..." the woman across the
table from me pleaded as tears streamed down her face.
	"Sorry, bitch, but you knew the deal," I replied,
"you talk, you die...and yesterday you talked."
	I slowly pulled the trigger of the gun in my right
hand and the barrel flared, the woman across from me
fell back against the counter and knocked over most of
the dishes there and then fell to the floor.
	"And...cut!" shouted the director, "thank you
everybody, that's it for today, see everyone
tomorrow!"
	 "Good job, Sarah," I told the girl as she picked
herself up off of the floor, she was a new actress and
really talented, but was shy and needed some
encouragement.
	"Thanks, Mike," she said with a smile.
	I headed to my trailer and changed before I left, I
yawned and thought about finally being able to sleep.
I was slowly draining myself of all energy by filming
at night and promoting a different movie, which was
slated for release in a week, during the day.
	I may have started out an actor, but I was also a
multi-platinum recording artist. I hit it big two
years ago when I costarred with Julia Roberts in a
movie called `Turning the Tables Back', which was a
huge hit. A song I sang during a scene in the movie
earned me a song on the soundtrack and that led to a
record deal with Maverick Records. My first CD came
out a little over a year ago and went diamond (that's
10 million copies sold) in the U.S. and sold 21
million copies worldwide. I wanted to stay fresh in
people's minds so I filmed another movie, the one
slated for release in a week, and recorded my
sophomore album, which is due for release in a month.
I've done all that and I'm only twenty-three.
	I looked at myself in the mirror, the fake blood was
still splattered on me, I wiped it off my face with a
nearby tissue and changed into a pair of khakis and an
American Eagle shirt. I stood 5'10" with a slender
build with had blonde hair and blue eyes. I hopped
into my new Porsche and sped off.
	I crawled into the bed of my New York loft at four in
the morning and new I had to get up in four hours to
get ready for the Rosie O'Donnell Show live at ten,
but I pushed that out of my mind as I slowly drifted
off to sleep.

	BUZZ!
	"I hate that alarm clock," I mumbled to myself as I
turned off the malevolent machine.
	I pried myself from the bed and struggled into the
shower. I changed into a pair of blue jeans and an AE
shirt and headed downstairs. I climbed into my Porsche
and drove off. The sole advantage of filming this
movie was that it was being shot not too far outside
New York, so I could stay in my own place instead of a
hotel room and there are plenty of places to promote
my up-and-coming movie in New York.
	I got to the show at a little after nine and of
course they picked out different clothes for me to
wear and put makeup on me so I looked good for the
cameras. I was the first guest on the shows so I had
twenty minutes of airtime, minus the two three-minute
commercial breaks in between.
	Once that was over with I was going to head back home
for another hour or two of sleep before I did TRL
later the same day, but my cell phone rang.
	"Hello?" I answered.
	"Hey, Mike, it's me," said the voice on the other end
of the line, "I'm in town to do a spot on the Late
Show later on today, wanna get some lunch?"
	I recognized the voice right away.
	"Sure, Ryan," I replied to the `Cruel Intention'
hunk, "meet me at Kung Chung's Chinese Palace in a
half hour, is that alright?"
	"I figured that's where you'd wanna go," he laughed.
	"Hey, I love Chinese, the place is secluded from the
prying eyes of fans and the press, and they do serve
you fast," I answered.
	"Alright, a half hour, see ya," he said before I hit
the `end' button.
	I pulled into the parking lot Kung Chung's about
fifteen minutes later and was seated at my usual
booth, the corner, to be out of the way.
	"Mr. Michael, you return, good," said Kung Chung, the
owner, as he walked over, "you are my best customer,
what can I get you?"
	"Please, I've asked you before to call me Mike, that
way no one will notice me," I replied as I took off my
sunglasses.
	"Alright, Mr. Mike," he said, "what can I get you."
	I wanted to laugh, his English was obviously not good
and he wouldn't drop the `Mr.' or `Ms.' from whomever
he addressed.
	"Just a glass of Diet Coke for now, I'm waiting for
friend," I said with a smile.
	"Who is your friend? That way I have waiter escort
him to your table," he asked with a grin.
	"He's been here before, he knows where I sit so he
won't need an escort, but thank you anyway," I smiled
again, Kung always made me smile at his innocent
kindness.
	"Alright, Mr. Mike, I will get you your diet drink,"
he replied before he walked away.
	I picked the menu up from the table and began to look
over it, I knew what I was going to have, but I needed
something to pass the time, but the reading was slowly
putting me to sleep.
	"Hey, Mike," Ryan said as he sat down, he had woken
me from my slow drifting.
	"Oh, hi Ryan," I said with a smile.
	"Were you sleeping?" he asked.
	"Yeah...I think I was about to..." I answered, he
laughed.
	"Well, what have you been doing?" he asked after a
moment.
	"Slowly killing myself," I said, "the movie we're
filming now, `Eternity's End' is a gangster story and
it mostly takes place at night, so I film from sundown
to three in the morning, drive home and get to sleep
at four. Then during the day I promote my new film
`Hayseed' and I'm not getting any sleep."
	"What's `Hayseed' about?" he asked.
	"It's a comedy," I explained, "it takes place in New
York..."
	"You take parts of New York stories," Ryan
interrupted as Kung walked over with my drink.
	"What can I get you?" he asked.
	We ordered and he left.
	"Well I don't like the west coast that much, Ryan, I
hate earthquakes...I'd rather deal with the sewer
alligators here," I explained with a laugh, "anyway,
in the movie I play the lead of a guy who grew up in
Northern New York, but moved to New York City to get
away from the slow country life. Then my cousin, who
rather likes the country pace moves to New York to
attend a university here. Well we never got along up
north so when he moves here my character doesn't
attempt to find him until the guy gets mugged then I
take pity on him and he moves in with me and it
becomes an `Odd Couple'-like situation."
	"I see," he said, "oh, crap, I think that couple over
there noticed us."
	"Well, someone would have sooner or later..." I
complained.
	"Excuse...excuse me..." the young woman from the couple
at the table came over.
	"Yes?" Ryan asked.
	"Are you Justin Timberlake from NSync?" she asked.
	I begin to laugh, Ryan hated being confused with
Justin.
	"No," he said bluntly.
	"Have you ever seen `Cruel Intentions'?" I asked.
	"Oh my God you're..." she gasped.
	"Yes..." Ryan said smugly, "I'm Ryan Phil..."
	"Your Michael aren't you!?!" the woman cut off Ryan.
	"Yes," I chuckled, but I felt sorry for Ryan.
	"Can I have your autograph?" she dug out a piece of
paper and a pen, "I'm so sorry for disturbing you,
mister..." she said to Ryan.
	"You know, Ryan was in `Cruel Intention'," I tried to
stick up for Ryan.
	"Uh-huh..." the woman trailed off as she walked away
reading what I had wrote her.
	"I'm sick of being confused with Justin Timberlake,"
Ryan complained, "I'm sure no one goes up to Justin
and asks `are you Ryan Phillipe?'..." Ryan complained.
	"Hey," I said, "I think that you're cuter than
Justin..."
	"Yeah..." Ryan said, "to bad you're gay....
	"Excuse me?" I acted as if I was offended.
	"He gets all the girls and he's probably is gay, I
get the gays and I'm straight..." he chuckled, "oh good,
here comes our food."

	After lunch Ryan went to film the Late Show that
would be aired later that night, but I had to do
something to pass the time so I shopped for about an
hour and then headed to MTV Studios and was escorted
to the dressing room. Again clothes were picked out
for me to wear and makeup people worked their magic,
but then the time finally came...
	"And here he is ladies and gentlemen, we all know him
simply as Michael..." Carson said.
	I walked out we talked for a few and then went to the
number five video, when we came back he said we were
going to commercial. During the commercial he told me
the questions he was going to ask so I'd be prepared
and then we came back, God I hate live TV. We talked
and then went to video number four, he asked me if I
wanted to stay for the rest of the show, I agreed.
	We came back again and he said that we were going to
play a game with the audience, but first we had to go
to the TRL special edition video, NSync's remake of
Janet Jackson's classic song `That's the Way Love
Goes', but before the video started a man burst onto
the stage.
	"Hey, if they could vote for it we'd be number one,
Carson," said the young beauty that I recognized right
away.
	Carson looked bewildered for a moment as the audience
went wild.
	"Everyone, a special, unannounced guest, Justin
Timberlake from NSync is here and we'll see why after
this..." he trailed off as the he pointed into the
camera and the video began.
	I was attracted to Justin and was nervous around him
although I normally didn't get crushes, but he was
sooooooo good looking...
	"Hey man," Justin said as he shook my hand, "nice to
meet you..."
	"Yeah," I replied as we chatted for a second.
	"We're back in five," said the cameraman.
	Well after going through the rest of the countdown
without any more surprise guests I said goodbye to
Carson and headed back to the dressing room. As I
pulled the tight sweater over my head there was a
knock at the door.
	"It's open," I said as I put the sweater on the
nearby couch.
	"Oh...your busy...I'll come back later..." Justin said as
he poked his head around the corner.
	"No, it's fine..." I said as I sat down and took off my
shoes, "I don't have anything you haven't already
seen."
	"Yeah..." Justin chuckled nervously.
	I stood up and loosened the belt around my waist and
let my pants drop to reveal my silk boxers. I stepped
out of my pants and put them on top of sweater on the
couch where Justin was now sitting.
	"Anything you want?" I asked. I found that I was
undressing in front of him slightly arousing to me,
but unfortunately he was making any indication of
interest. I put on the jeans and AE shirt I had
originally been wearing.
	"Uh, yeah," I noticed Justin shift his pants. Was he
trying to hide something?
	"And that would be...?" I trailed off.
	"Do you wanna get a drink tonight, I'm here alone for
the next few days, and you know the town pretty well..."
he explained, "besides you seem to be the guy that
everyone wants to meet today. Your huge success in
music and movies must make you an interesting person."
	"I guess..." I said, "but I can't, I'm filming tonight,
you wanna come to the set? It's gonna be long, boring,
and tedious...no better way to get to know someone..."
	"Uh...sure," he answered. I was surprised, why the hell
would he wanna go to see me film a movie after an
offer like that?
	"Alright..." I said uneasily, "I'm heading out now, you
wanna rise, I mean, ride with me?"
	I slipped for a sec.
	"Ok..." he answered as he shifted his pants again, I
think he had a hardon.
	"Have you eaten dinner? It might be a while before we
get some on the set..." I said as I put on my designer
shades and grabbed my keys.
	"That's alright," he answered.
	We got into my Porsche and sped off. After we were
outside the city I really picked up some speed...I love
that car.
	"Great car," he yelled as we sped down the highway. I
had the stereo to the max and the top down so I could
barely hear him.
	"Thanks," I yelled back, "it's a 2001 model. The 911
Carrera 4 Cabriolet to be exact, I got it because I
love manual shifts...but when I found out it was a
6-speed I knew I had to get it."
	"You know a lot about cars..." he shouted as he watched
my hand work the stick, of the car, that is.
	"Not really," I laughed, "I only know things about
the ones I own..."
	"How much?"
	"I got it about $83,000..." I said as I popped the CD
out of the player, then the radio began to blare. Some
song by some band I've never heard was finishing and
`It's Gonna be Me' started, we both laughed
hysterically as he grabbed the CD case and popped in
one of my CDs.
	"Hey, this is new," he said as he turned the volume
down so we could talk.
	"It's my new one, it comes out in a month..." I
explained.
	"What's it called?"
	"I'm calling it `Change', that's the first track on
the CD and it's gonna be the first single...so I just
figured to go with it," I answered.
	He rested his hand on the stick, I didn't notice it,
but he pulled his hand back when I went to shift
gears.
	"Can you drive a standard?" I asked.
	"No," he answered.
	"Here," I said as I grabbed his hand and placed it
back on the stick, "let me show you..."
	I pressed the clutch and guided his hand and the
stick into fourth gear as we slowed down on the exit
ramp. It was an innocent intention, but I didn't
notice I was still holding his hand to the stick for
the next few minutes, when I went to move my hand he
grabbed it and our fingers intertwined. We held hands
the rest of the way to the set, whether or not I
teaching him to change gears...

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