Date: Sun, 30 Mar 2003 23:37:49 -0600
From: Lance Lansdale <makeitgood17@msn.com>
Subject: 16 And Famous - Chapter 5

Disclaimer: Don't know N Sync, don't think I ever will. Don't read if you're
under the age limit, blah blah, all the stuff I've put in the previous
chapters goes here, hehe.

Email me people: makeitgood17@msn.com or makeitgood17@aol.com either work
and both are checked daily.

Authors Note: How's you all doin'? Hope you all liked chapter 4. This story
is gonna go on for a while if you like. I like writing it, it's cool. It
gets me away from shit with my friends and family so it's sort of an outlet,
ya know, hope you like it, email me if you do. I don't care if this is like
2004 and it's still up and hasn't been updated in months, email me :).

Story shout outs:

Soul  Mate JC - Awesome story! I love it, it's totally fricking awesome.
Write to the author, tell him not to stop writing it people, we need N Sync
stories, they're all about Lance now. Blah. I mean we may share the same
name, but the guy just does nothing for me.

All The Ways I Love You - Inspired me to write this story, though I never
emailed the guy to thank him. If you're reading this thank you, I love your
story, you rock, email me ;).

Light In The Tunnel - OMG, I totally am in love with this story, it rocks. I
think it's just totally awesome, with the exclusion of the latest
cliffhanger, bah to those, I'd never do one of those *angel face* hehe.

Songwriter Notes: Well, I didn't use any of my songs this chapter, but if I
use any of the good ones and you touch them I swear to God I'll come and rip
your fricking heads off, hehe, love you :).

Note: This chapter, for a change, is in Justin's point of view. As will be
the next couple of stories possibly. Email me and tell me which point of
view you think I should use permanently.


-

~Justin~


After sitting through Catherine Zeta-Jones singing about "All That Jazz" for
a while I got tired of the fucking movie. I looked over and saw Paul singing
along with Catherine to the film. I watched his perfect lips form to every
syllable.


So start the car I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold but the piano's hot
It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all that jazz


When Catherine stopped singing He stood and applauded. I sunk 5 feet down as
everyone turned around to look at him. He sat down quickly when he saw what
an ass he made of himself. When the film ended he gave another standing
ovation. We walked out of the theater both in different moods. "Paul, did
you enjoy the film much?" I asked sarcastically.


"Oh my gosh Justin, it was the best movie I've ever seen. I loved it so
much! Thanks for taking me to see it." He said smiling. We climbed into my
car and drove off. "Justin, why didn't you like the movie?" He asked.


"I dunno babe, just wasn't my 'jazz'." I said smiling. Paul rolled his eyes
and placed his hand on my free hand, looking out the window.


"Everything OK?" I asked.


"Yeah, it's just... It's nothing." He said.


"What is it?"


"Well, you don't like musicals do you?" He asked. I giggled a bit.


"That obvious, huh?" I said laughing.


"Well, I mean, what if I wanted to do a musical? Then my boyfriend wouldn't
want to come see me, and I'd be singing to just the audience."


"Well," I said laughing, "You want to do a musical?" I asked. He looked
down.


"I dunno." He said sheepishly.


"Come on Paul." I said smiling. "If you want to do a musical, then go for it
babe." I said smiling. "I'll be at every show." I said smiling.


"You mean, you're not going to make fun of me?" He asked smiling.


"Why the hell would I do that? It's your life." I said smiling. "I'm your
boyfriend, whatever you wanna do I'm here for you." I said. "Why?" I asked.


"Because the other guys would have knocked that dream down quickly." He
said.


"Paul," I said, smiling at him while stopped at a red light, "I'm not the
other guys, I wouldn't do that." With that we pulled up to my house. As we
walked into the house the phone started ringing. "Can you get that baby?" I
asked. I heard Paul answer the phone as I went into the kitchen to get
something to drink. I happened to overhear a little of Paul's conversation
while in there.


"Uh huh, yeah. Well Mom, you could've given me some time to get ready. OK,
an hour? Let me ask J, hold up." Paul sat the phone down and came into the
kitchen. "Justin, I need a favor. I looked at him a bit confused. "My
family's in town, and they wanted to know if I wanted to go out to eat with
them, but I need a ride." He said.


"Umm, Paul?" I asked. "Am I going?"


"Well, if you want to then sure." Paul answered. "But it might take my
parents some time getting used to you."


"Do they know you're gay?" I asked.


"Yeah, but I've, well, I've never actually dated anyone before." He said,
blushing a bit. I walked over to him and kissed him. "I love you." He told
me.


"I love you too. So, should I get dressed?" He nodded. "Cool." I went up to
my room and heard him get back onto the phone.


"Can I bring 'someone' with me?" I heard him asked. I smiled and went back
up to my room to get dressed. Paul came up after about 5 minutes.


"My mom's excited about meeting you." He said. I smiled. "She might be a
little weird about it though." He told me.


"Don't worry." I said smiling. "Everything will be OK. By the way, how did
she get my number?" I asked.


"She said she called Jarred, and he gave it to her. He also told her about
what happened, and, well, he sort of told her about us, the bastard." He
said. I smiled at him.


"You know Paul." I started. "It isn't all that awful that we're sort of out
to your parents you know." I said smiling. "Makes me wonder if I should tell
mine next." He said.


"You... You want to tell your Mom?" he asked. I smiled.


"I want to tell the world." I said. His jaw fell to the floor. "Well," I
started. "Not right now, obviously. Maybe in about a year or so?" He asked.


"Are we going to be together in a year, Justin?" He asked, as I was turning.


"What do you mean?" I asked.


"I mean come on, we can be a little realistic. I mean you're a popstar, I'm
someone who is trying to become one. Our schedules are going to be jam
packed. What will we have to keep us together?"


I turned, smiling at him. I walked to him and hugged him. "We've got each
other." I smiled. "That's all we need."


As we walked into the Italian restaurant we located Paul's Mom and dad
quickly. They waved to get our attention. As we approached the table they
both stood. Paul's Mom hugged Paul as his dad shook my hand. Next Paul's dad
hugged him and his mother shook my hand. We all sat at the table. "So,"
Paul's dad started. "I hear you two are..." He smiled.


"We are." Paul said, smiling.


"So, our son is dating a popstar. How exciting." Paul's Mom said. I couldn't
tell if she was happy, or being a bitch. I decided to go with happy.


"Umm, yes ma'am. I'm part of a group, you might have heard of us, N Sync." I
said smiling.


"Right, you're the blonde one with the high voice right?" She said,


"Well, I'm not that blonde anymore." I said.


"It's a shame, it made you look younger." She said, giving me the death eye,
while taking a sip of her martini. OK, so maybe she wasn't that nice, or
maybe she just spoke her mind. "Tell me Paul, why is it you went after the
lead singer? Why not that cute brunette with the big nose?" She asked.


"Do you by any chance mean JC, 'Mother'?" He said. The way he said 'Mother'
so coldly sent chills down my spine.


"Right, that's the one. Why go for... What was your name again dear, Jamie
was it?" she said, taking another sip of her death eye. Her hair peaked down
from it's multi layers as if it were about to fly off like a hawk, awaiting
it's prey, which was exactly how I felt how she seemed with me.


"Justin, it's Justin Mother." Paul said, rolling his eyes.


"So, Mr. Ryder." I said.


"Oh no, it's Mr. McCutcheon. Paul had his name changed when he went off to
become a big celebrity, didn't you boy?" He asked, chuckling a whole hearted
laugh. He was completely opposite Paul's mother, which I still didn't know
her name. He seemed full of energy. A 50 something man with cute dimples you
could swim laps in. He had a goatee and a mustache, which was still entirely
black, with one or two gray streaks. His hair was black with a few gray
hairs as well, but non really noticeable. His mother seemed so posh and put
together, while his father seemed as a 'roll with the punches' kind of guy.
A man who was surfing in the ocean of life, if you will, a cheesy analogy, I
know, but work with me here.


"Yeah, It just didn't fit a celebrity attire did it?" Paul's mother said
coldly.


"No, actually 'Mother', the guys wanted me to change it. They thought it
sounded to classy for the image they wanted me to have." He said.


"Which was?" She asked again.


"The poor farmboy who had to work for his living. You know, like your family
was before you left them and married money, I'm sorry, I mean Daddy." Paul
said, taking a sip of his drink as well. "Strike a nerve, Mother?" He asked.
I sunk into my chair, as did Paul's father.


"Well, at least I've got a husband with a proper job, you've got a boy who
gets his money by taking his close off. I mean he's no more than soft core
porn for teenage girls, oh, and of course gay boy's like yourself." I
blushed, looking away.


"Well, at least he knows how to please a man, unlike you. When's the last
time you two had sex? A year, two?"


Paul's dad spoke up. "Try five and a half." He said, sipping his drink.
Paul's mother slapped him on his arm.


"Oh Richard," She said, rolling her eyes, laughing a bit. "Well kids, it's
been fun, but we must be off. It was a pleasure meeting you Justin." She
said. I suddenly felt very confused. "You're a wonderful boy. Make my Paul
happy." She said smiling. I shook her hand as she left. Richard stood.


"Sorry about that, she's kind of, well, it was nice meeting you Justin." He
said, smiling. He shook my hand, put some money on the table to cover the
bill, and left.


"Paul, don't take this the wrong way because you know I love oy.u" I said
looking straight ahead away from him. "But your family is seriously cracked
out." I said. We burst out into laughter.


"Well, she likes you." He said.


"But she called me soft-core porn." I said.


"She is a very odd person. She's like schizo without the disorder itself.
Meet my mother, schizophrenia." He said laughing. "But seriously, " He said.
"One minute she's cold and icy, the other she's a sweetheart. It's her front
she puts up. It's like a layer of ice. Daddy is like the only one who can
crack it though. I mean one joke about dick size or something crude and
she'll get down with the rest of them. If she does that in front of someone
it means she likes you, and she doesn't like many. So be happy, she likes
you." He said laughing. "Come on, let's get out of here." He said.


"But, I'm confused." I said again.


"You should have that put on a T-Shirt." He said winking at me. "Now come on
Mister, we have a play date in your bed."


"Oh you're just so charming aren't you?" I said, winking at him.


"Int I just?" He said smiling widely.


When we got back to my place Paul had to get ready to go back to Texas. "But
I don't want you to leave." I said pleading as he started packing.


"Well, I told you, I have to go and get a few things, but I'll be back next
week for about 2 weeks." He said smiling.


"But I don't want you to." I said like a 2 year old.


"Justin, I have things tying me down in Texas. Bills, bills, bills baby." He
said smiling.


"What kind?" I asked.


"Well, the electric, water, and rent for three." He said again. "Being an
adult sucks."


"You're not an adult. You shouldn't have to deal with this shit. You should
be having lots of fun, not worrying about your mortgage." I said. "Hey, I
have an idea." I said.


"Oh my God, write it down, that's a first." He said teasingly.


"Well, I know someone whose not getting any tonight." I said.


"And you'd better not be getting any either as I'll be gone. I'd have to cut
your balls off for that one." He said laughing.


"Anyway, why not move in with me?" I asked.


"Justin, I, I, I don't know." I said.


"Please, I really want you to. Then we can spend all of our time together
sucking and fucking." I said, causing him to laugh.


"Ok, but only if you're sure."


"Positive, now come on, unpack." I said.


"I still have to go to pack up my stuff. Oh God!"


"What?" I asked.


"I'll have to see the guys again, I mean we were sharing an apartment." He
said.


"I'm going with you. I'll help you pack, and then you'll be off to OUR
home." I said smiling.


"If you're sure."


"Positive." I said. Well, this ought to be fun. I looked at him smiling
after we were finished packing. "Come on, we have 2 hours before the cab
arrives, let's go watch a movie. Paul and I went to the living room and sat
on the sofa. We were both really nervous. As I was flipping through channels
Jamie yelled stop. "Jeeze, Paul, what is it?" I asked in a panic.


"GLITTER!" He screamed. "Omigosh, Justin I love this movie, let's watch it."


"Ok, whose it got in it?" I asked.


"Only my idol!" He said enthusiastically.


"You have an idol? I didn't figure you for the fanatic type of thing?" I
said laughing. I pressed the 'info' button to see who starred in it and I
suddenly turned off the television. "Jesus, no way in HELL are we watching
THAT!" I said.


"Come on, I love her." He said. "Mariah is my idol." He said giving me those
gorgeous puppy dog eyes.


"Fine, but if it sucks it's going off the TV." I said rolling my eyes. About
an hour into it I was surprisingly loving the movie. "This isn't half bad."
I said.


"Shhhh!" He commanded. I sat back, giggling a bit. After the movie ended I
switched off the TV and grabbed our bags.


"Come on babe, we got a plane to catch." I said smiling.


"So what did you think?" He asked.


"No wonder the bitch tried to kill herself, that fucking sucked." I said
laughing. Paul crossed his arms and gave me death eye. "Sorry, only joking.
It was a great movie, a bit cheesy, but great nonetheless." I said smiling.
Jamie grinned hugely.


"I know you would. Now we can listen to the soundtrack on the way to the
airport." He said.


"Oh gosh, you have the soundtrack?" I asked.


"Yeah, got it right after I saw the movie, it rocks." He said. "I'm actually
thinking of covering one of the songs on it for my album." He said blushing.


"So you are going to record?" I asked as we stepped outside and got into the
car. After we sat down in the back the driver pulled out from the driveway.


"Yeah, I was thinking of starting next week-ish." He said smiling.


"That's so great baby, I'm so proud of you." I said smiling. I kissed him.
"I love you."


"Love you too babes. Let's get this over with." I smiled. After the plane
ride and the car ride to the guys place we finally arrived. We stood on the
doorstep holding hands.


"Sure you want to do this?" I asked.


"More than anything." He said. He then opened the door. The guys were all
hurdled around the television. As we walked past them they looked up,
surprised.


"Go get your bags." I said standing in the living room. "Then we're out of
here." I said eying the guys. Jarred stood up.


"Still with that twat?" He asked. I rolled my eyes at him and yawned.


"Still with this 'band'?" I asked unimpressed.


"Yeah, well, unlike Paul, this band has talent." He said.


"I think you mean 'despite Paul' this band has talent, which actually isn't
true, I mean, can any of you actually hold a note?" I asked. Everyone looked
down. "Exactly." I said. I'm going to help Paul. Any of you come in there
and I'm warning you." I said eying them all. I went into Paul's bedroom and
saw him sitting in the corner crying, holding a picture frame. Everything in
his room was gone except for the picture he held and 3 CD's. "What's wrong
babe?" I asked, rushing to him. He handed me the picture, it was of us.


"Paul, is something wrong with this picture?" I asked smiling.


"I just can't believe it's happening. I'm finally out of this, it's finally
over." He said. "These aren't tears of sadness, they're tears of happiness."
He said, smiling.


"Where's your stuff?" I asked.


"Oh, I had the movers take it all." Tommy said stepping inside. Paul smiled.
They hugged and as they let go I noticed something, Tommy was crying. "I
love you man." Tommy said to Paul. "And I'm really sorry I never said
anything when the guys would you put them down."


"It's ok, you had enough issues." Paul said.


"Guys, wanna tell me what's going on here?" I asked. "I thought you hated
all of the guys."


"Justin," Paul said smiling, tears still in his eyes. "I'd like you to meat
my brother, Tommy." He said smiling.


I was totally bewildered. "Come again?" I asked.


"He's my dad's son. He's the only one I actually liked from the band." He
said smiling. Paul turned to Tommy. "Oh Tommy, why don't you take a few days
off and come visit us." Paul asked hopefully. He looked to me for an 'ok'. I
nodded smiling.


"I wish I could, but we've got loads of promo. But I will someday." Tommy
said.


"Well Paul," I started "Our plane leaves in 45 minutes, we'd better be
going." I said. Paul nodded and hugged Tommy. With that we left the room,
and the house. Paul looked back on a life that was once his breaking point,
and looked forward to what could possibly be his saving grace and smiled. He
put his sun glasses on and got into the back-seat of the car with me. Paul
handed me one of the CD's to put on. I handed it to the driver.


"Number 1 please." He shouted.


seven years I've waited
seven years I've hold on
always kept my faith
always knew this day would come
let everybody know

I've made up my mind
it's time for a new beginning
I'm living my life
it's time for a new begining


-

Song Credits...

"All That Jazz" is from the motion picture 'Chicago' and was written by Fred
Ebb and music is by John Kander [I think those are the correct spellings.
See, I did my homework, hehe.

"New Beginning" sung by Stephen Gately" written by the same I'm pretty sure.
It's not his best, I suggest "far from love" or "i believe" from the film
'Billy Elliot' :).

Well, what is it with me and short chapters? Well it's either short chapters
more often, like 2 or 3 times a week, or long chapters, like one a week, so
more often or less often, you chose, and email me at makeitgood17@msn.com
and tell me. This one was a bit longer though, so yay me. And if you'd like,
please tell me what you think of the story, I love hearing comments. I got
like zip for the last chapter. So come on people, email me, please :).

Oh, and a sneak peak you're after? All I'll say is the next chapter is a
complete 'new beginning' if you will. It's going to be propelled 6 months
into the future as J hasn't started his solo album yet in this story, so ill
boost it up a bit shall I? Major changes, and possibly someone's dead? Oh
my, read on to see.


-LaNcE...