Date: Thu, 17 Aug 2000 19:14:40 PDT
From: Mike Canaday <canaday_81@hotmail.com>
Subject: N'Sync and I, Part 1  ( Gay )

`N SYNC and I

	Hey Everyone!  As everyone else always says, I would love to make this a
big story like that of the absolutely fabulous JM!  Of course, I don't think
I can quite compare, anyhoo!  If you guys wanna get in touch with me to talk
about my story and give me the creative insights to make it really good
and/or give some constructive criticism.  My email address is
canaday_81@hotmail.com.  My icq number is 31054493, so drop me a line if you
feel like it!


	 This story contains gay relations between the members of the pop music
group `N Sync and a fictional character.  This story in no way implies that
any members of `N Sync are gay (but, if they are, I am definitely hoping
that they make use of my email add!).  If you are under the legal age to
read this kind of stuff in your area, maybe this story isn't for you.  And,
if it is against the law to like read this or something...fuck it!  LOLL!
Just kitten'.  The author takes no responsibility for anyone's actions based
upon this work of fiction.  If none of these restrictions apply to you, I
hope that you enjoy it!  Well, y'all know the rest of my speech, so just
read on!~

One might say that in my 18 years, I have lived quite a sheltered life.
Since childhood, my parents have tried to control my every move/thought I
would make, but in the end, my lust for freedom, and control of my own
destiny, prevailed!  I live in New York, city that is, where anything is
possible.  If you want to live in a place where you can be different, and
not be totally alone, New York is the place to be.
     I came out, to my parents, when I was sixteen.  They didn't take it
well at all.  My Dad is the founder of a successful law firm in upper
Manhattan.  He knew that if word of my `coming out of the closet' got around
to some of his clients, his firm could be literally ruined.  The moment I
told him, he totally shut me out of his life, speaking to me maybe once a
week.  And then there is my Mom.  My Mom was born into money, bequeathed
with a very well known last name .  In memory of her family name, she
decided that it would be a beneficial idea to give me her families last
name.  I thought that she, of all people, would be one to accept me (seeing
as though she was awarded a G.L.A.D award for her  work for fighting to give
equal rights to same-sex partners).  Unfortunately I was wrong.  As soon as
she heard this, she went numb.  She just couldn't accept it.  I knew that,
with what I had seen of them so far, they were going to need a lot of time
to deal with my change.
     Less than a week after my seventeenth birthday, my parents told me that
they were going to be sending me on a trip.  I thought that was the best
thing that could have happened to me!  I thought that they might have
finally accepted me for who I truly was.  I went up to them and gave them
the huge hugs.  I didn't give them the hugs just for the trip, but also due
to the fact that this had been the first time that they had really even
talked to me in a while.  You know, really talked to me.  Plus, I hadn't
seen them in a while.  You see, ever since I told them, about my being gay,
they began to spend less and less time at home, and around me.
"Mom...Dad...I can't believe you guys are doing this for me!  I don't mind
telling you that I am totally surprised, and shocked!"  My Mom looked down
at her feet and told me, "Mike, we are going to be setting you up with a
beautiful loft, with whatever you want in it.  But, it is going to take a
little while longer to get the loft ready, so you will have to stay in a
hotel until it is ready.  We are also going to be giving you a private bank
account, which will be on an allowance, which will be increased every few
weeks."
     I was beginning to wonder what was going on, because even though it was
sounding like good news to me, I knew there had to be a hitch or something.
My parents were firm believers in making somebody earn privileges, and in
recent times, I had done nothing spectacular.  I looked at the both
seriously and said, "I am beginning to notice that you guys aren't too
enthusiastic about this, is there something that I should know about?"
     My Dad finally spoke up and said, "Mike, son, we love you, and we want
what's best for you, but we have to think about ourselves.  Your `coming
out' could disturb the firms' reputation, and, not to mention your mothers
reputation in her social circles, but, we don't want to have to worry about
that right now."
     At this point, my face was just blank, I still didn't quite know what
was going on, and I knew that I was going to regret finding out.  "Hun, we
just think that it would be best if you just took some time off!"  At this
point, a tear was coming from my moms eye.  "you see, we just want to go
down there and have some fun, and get away from the stress of life!"  I
still didn't get it!  I mean, they each had a unique, totally serious look
upon their face, but they were making it sound as if it was a vacation!
Well, I had learned to not look a gift-horse in the mouth, and took it with
all smiles.  About an hour later, I was walking by the front doors and I saw
some luggage sitting near them.   Juanita, our maid, had my bags all packed
and sitting by the door.  "Well, looks like someone can't wait to see me
go!"  I said with a smirk on my face.  "Sorry sweetie.  It was your parents
wishes."
     The way she said it, it made me feel as though she knew the whole
truth.  I knew that she said it with remorse, but still, with her British
accent, it sounded cold.  I took this as a sign that my parents were wanting
me out as soon as possible.  I helped Juanita load my bags in the back of
the limousine.  I anxiously awaited my parents to come out and at least as
their good-byes, but they didn't.  I was hurt by this, but I knew that
eventually they would give me a valid excuse.
     It took about 45 minutes to get to the airport.  The ride there was
silent.  I tried to talk to our driver a bit, but he was acting very
distant.  Juanita helped me with my stuff and had a man escort me to the
proper terminal.  I was offended, but thought nothing of it.  It was kind of
weird when Juanita gave me a embrace and said, "Sweet-heart, keep a stiff
upper lip!"  After saying that, he gave me my ticket and began to walk away.
  I wish that I could have had a Polaroid of my expression.  I went with my
escort to the terminal, only to see an all-to perky flight attendant
standing at the gate.  I gave my ticket to her and began to make me way.
"Hi, how are you today!  Did you enjoy your stay?"  The flight attendant
said cheerfully.  "Oh, I am from New York, I am only going down to Orlando
as a vacation, as a gift from my parents!"  I said quickly.  "I'm sorry, I
just assumed that since it was a one-way ticket, you lived in Florida."  She
said this with a obvious look of puzzlement on her face.  At her saying
that, all I could say was, "........one...w..way?  I'm sorry, there must be
some sort of mistake!  I am only going down there for a week or two."  "No,
I'm afraid not, the ticket has been made out to a Michael DuPont, for a
one-way trip to Orlando, Florida."
     At this point, I finally knew what was going on.  It hit me like a
brick wall.  My parents were moving me to Orlando, under false pretenses.
`Well, they will just send me the return ticket once they want me to come
back!'  Or so I was thinking.  I was just giving myself any reason to excuse
their course of action.
     The flight was long...and boring.  It had an on-board movie, but I just
couldn't watch it and actually enjoy it.  I mean, my parents just are
sending me to live in Orlando, only weeks after my graduation from
highschool.  Hell, I don't even remember what movie it was.  The only good
thing, was that the flight attendants could see that I was sad and tried to
make me smile as much as possible.  One of them was really cute!  He had
short spiky blond hair with glasses.  Every time I saw him, I would think,
`Yummy!'  In that retrospect, the flight was not nearly long enough!  As the
flight was coming to an end, I was beginning to feel homesick; and this
feeling brought back the pain of what my parents did to me.  I tried to not
show it I was exiting the plane, but as I got outside the gate, I found a
corner, sat down, and began to cry like I had never cried before.  After a
few minutes, I felt a tap on my shoulder and a voice.

	"Hey....are you ok?"

     It was softest most perfect voice I had ever heard.  I looked up, and
it looked as though I was in sight of an angel.  "Hey, so are you going to
be alright?"  He said "Ya......I think so....I just have a lot of stuff to
deal with right now."  I said with a slight smile.  "You know, the only good
way to deal with it, is to tell someone about it and then get their advice
on it."  He had a truly sincere look. "I don't want to trouble you with it"
I replied.  "Come on...lets just go and get a cup of coffee and we can talk
about it....ok?"
With him saying that, I don't quite know how I could have said no.  And that
God that I didn't!  He helped me up and took me to the bathroom to clean
myself up.  "Hey, I totally forgot to introduce myself.  My name is Josh,
Josh Chasez."  He said with such care in his voice.  "Its really nice to
meet you Josh.  And thank you very much for helping me out.  You are the
first person that I have met here and I am totally nervous."  I said all
this nervously, because I didn't want him to catch on that I was gay.
"Well, that's cool and all, but I still don't know your name!"  He laughed
as he said this with a smirk on his beautiful face.  "Oh crap, sorry again.
My name is Mike, Mike Kennedy."  I was totally embarrassed that I forgot to
tell him that.  Josh said, "Well, its nice to meet you Mike."  As he began
to stretch out his hand.
     After I embarrassed myself beyond the point of no return, we made our
way to the nearby coffee shop.  It was kind of weird, but he kept looking
all around, as though he felt as if he was being watched!  We ordered our
coffee and sat down in a dim corner where we thought we could get could get
some privacy.  We just sat there for a few minutes...not saying a word.
     I broke the silence by saying, "So what were you doing at the airport?"
  "Well, I just flew in with my friends from a con....trip...ya, we were on
a trip, we went to Vancouver for a break.  It was a nice trip, but it was
raining like all the time!"  "Ya, I know.  My parents have a cottage up at
Point Grey.  We used to go up there all the time when I was younger, but
lately we never seem to be able to get up there anymore."  "Oh, that sucks!
I bet I would have loved my trip a whole lot more if the weather wouldn't
have been so bad." JC replied.
     I couldn't help but look at his beautiful eyes.  They were perfect.  As
I looked, I knew that I was looking into the eyes of an angel.  We talked
about all kinds of things.  I felt all of my problems slowly slipping away
as our conversation deepened.  "So..." JC began.  "Do you mind if I ask you
why you were crying a little while ago?"  I didn't think that I could go
through with telling him.  It felt as though there was a friendship
beginning to form, and starting a new life, in a new town, I didn't't want
to risk not really knowing anyone.  All I managed to say was, "You know...I
think that I might feel a little more comfortable telling you later or
something.  The pain is still kind of fresh in mind and I don't really want
to bring it all back up again."  "You know that its totally okay with me.
You can tell me when you feel that the time is right."  JC said, as a smile
appeared on his face.
     I was beginning to get tired.  The jet lag was beginning to catch up
with me, and I knew that I had better head to my condo soon.  "JC, it was
really nice to meet you, but I think that I had better get going, I have to
get to my place and unpack all of my stuff."  "Mike, are you sure that's a
good idea?  I mean, you still look pretty shook up from what happened to you
earlier.  Maybe you should stay with people you know."  At this point JC
questioned me on if I had any relatives in the area, asking if I could stay
with them, in a comfortable surrounding.  "No, most of my family lives back
in New York."  I said with my head down.  As soon as I said this, JC began
to smile and told me he'd be back in a minute.  I saw him pull out his cell
phone as he walked away.
     At this point I was beginning to get nervous.  I mean, I was in an
airport having a deep conversation with a perfect stranger, in a town
foreign to me.  I silently watched JC out of the corner of my eye as he was
smiling and talking on the phone, pacing back and forth.  I took this chance
to really look at him.  I looked at his posture, size, shape and features.
The first thing that I noticed were his soul piercing eyes and awesome
smile.  His white teeth and pouting lips just accentuated the smile.  I just
kept watching him, although, I had to take my gaze off of him at times to
decrease the risk of being caught.
Finally, JC's phone conversation came to an end, as he put his phone into
his pocket.  "Okay, now Mike, you have a choice.  Now, either you can go to
your hotel and wait for a while until your condo is ready..."  "Or..?" I
asked, while motioning my hands around.  "Or, you can come and stay at my
place.  Well, actually, its not really my place.  Its my friends place, and
he said that he would like to have more people around.  In other words,
there are more pro's than con's as to why you should come with me!" JC
exclaimed.  He had the biggest grin on his face.  How could I say no?!?
     I was being towed through the airport to go and find my luggage, then
going to his place to meet some of his friends.  `Well, so much for starting
slow!' I thought.  When we got outside, I tried to hail a cab, but JC
stopped me.  "What's wrong, there are tones people here, if we don't get a
cab soon, we might have to walk!" I said happily!  "Well."  JC started, "why
take a cab when you can take one of these?"  As soon as his sentence
finished, a beautiful black, Lincoln limousine pulled up along side of us.
"Okay, whatever."  I said, calmly.  I think that JC was expecting me to do
backflips or something, because he had a look of surprise on his face,
brought on by my response.  We stepped into the limousine and made ourselves
comfortable while the driver put our bags in the trunk.  "So why do I get
the feeling that riding in a limousine is not a new thing to you." JC said
with a half-laugh.  "How did you know?" I asked, seriously.  "Well, first,
it seemed as though you were actually wanting to take a cab.  Second, you
didn't go wild when I recommended it." JC said casually.  "Ya, in my parents
social circles they always arrive in style, so that they can keep their
wealth recognizable.  I never really liked it, but hey, I wasn't going to
complain; it would have been like talking to a wall."
     The ride was very actually quite relaxing.  I guess when I had traveled
by limousine before, it wasn't with the proper company.  On the ride over we
didn't speak all that much.  I still didn't feel that the time was right for
me to tell him all about my "problem", so we stayed off of that topic.
Mostly we talked about all the things we had in common.  Like, we both liked
to eat, sleep and watch movies.  I know, I know, the typical American hobby,
it turned out that we had a lot in common.  Within about 40 minutes, or so,
we pulled up to a really nice house.  "Okay, here we are!" JC said with a
huge grin.  "Wow, this is a pretty cool place...is it your friends place?" I
asked with surprise.  "No, actually, it belongs to my friends Mom." JC
replied.  "But, have no fear, I already called them and cleared it all up
and you are more than welcome to stay with us for as long as you need."
"Okay." I said with reluctance, "but only if your sure its not a big deal."
"Of course not Mike, like I said, you are totally welcome here!"
     We walked up to the front door with all of our bags in hand.  I had no
clue what to expect.  I mean, I was walking into a house with a guy that I
barely knew.  Not to say that I didn't feel safe with him, because I totally
did.  Its just, well, lets just say the creep-o-meter was going off a bit.
The inside of the house was flawlessly decorated.  "Wow!  This place kicks
ass!"  JC just nodded as three people began to approach us.  I was still
very nervous at this point, so I kind of froze in my tracks.  "Hi, what up!
My names Justin!" the first person said.  Next, the lady spoke for herself
and the little child by her side.  "My name is Lynn, and this little guy
down here," As she bent down to pick up the little boy, "is Jonathan."
"Well, its really nice to meet all of you." I said with the most sportive
smile.

     The truth is that I have never been so nervous in a very very long
time!!!  I was in a house, with Josh, and he was so incredible hot that it
wasn't even funny!  Plus his friend, Justin, was just gorgeous too!!  I felt
like saying, "Damn Josh, can you please introduce me to everyone you have
ever met, if they all look like y'all!"  But of course, due to the fact that
I just go pretty much numb when I am talking to someone who is really hot, I
refrained from saying that.  Not only that, but Justin looked really
familiar from somewhere.  I thought he might have been a model that I might
have met when I went with my Mom to Milan, but I couldn't pin-point it.

     I liked this house.  It was comfortable.  Its like I had been there
before or something.  It was really hard to explain.

     Jonathan ran into the living room and turned on the TV, and put it on
MTV.  Moby's "Natural Blues" was just ending.  I loved that song.  Having
Christina Ricci in was such a good idea!  As expected, a new video came on.
It started off pretty catchy, and I recognized it from the radio, but I
didn't know the song.  All of a sudden Justin bolted up from his seat and
changed the channel.  I wouldn't have minded if he hadn't changed it to the
Golf Channel.  JC and Justin just sat on the couch and looked like little
kids that were caught with their fingers in the cookie jar.....


TBC?????

Well, everyone, I hope you guys like it so far.  So far there hasn't been
any bumpin' and grindin' or anything like that, but just be patient.  If you
guys wanna email me or something, my email addy is canaday_81@hotmail.com.
If you guys wanna get in contact over ICq, my number is 31054493.  Well, I
hope that you all like it and get in touch with me.  I'll write more,
depending on the responses I get from you guys!

=)

Later!