Date: Mon, 22 Mar 2004 09:20:13 -0700
From: D R <shywriterboy29@hotmail.com>
Subject: Boybands-That Day Chapter 1

This is my first attempt at writing a story like this for Nifty.  I
am really proud of what came out of my brain when writing this story.
I hope you like it.

I would LOVE any feedback you would like go give me. I'm new and have
a lot to learn too.

Please email them to Shywriterboy29@hotmail.com

Disclaimer

This story is totally fictional and is not meant to imply anything
about the personalities of NSYNC or any other celebrities mentioned.
If you are under the age of 18, offended by male/male material, or it
is illegal to view such materials in your area, you should be leaving
now.  If you are looking
for a story with lots of sex, this is not the story for you then!
This is a story of love and friendship.  Sure there will be sex, but
it will not be an all out orgy every story.

With that said I hope you enjoy the story!!

NOW ON WITH THE SHOW!!!
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                              THAT DAY
                           By ShyWriterBoy

Chapter 1
Have you ever had one of those days that just won't end?   You know
you can't speed up time and it just doesn't seem to be going by fast
enough.  That is how my day is going.

It all started, Tuesday morning. I get up at 6 AM and jump in a quick
shower. Grab something to eat in my mad dash to get out the door and
on the road.  Fight rush hour traffic and pray to all that's holy
that I make it to work by 7:30 AM.

Thankfully this morning I made it with 10 minutes to spare.  The
lobby of the ER was packed when I got there.  I weaved my way past
the Admitting desk and made my way to the employee lounge, all the
while thinking, "If this many people are hurt, sick or dying at 7 am,
this day is going to be a fucking blast."

Ok, wait.  Maybe I should back up just a few steps and take this time
to introduce myself.  My name is Cody Walker.  I'm 23 years old, and
if you haven't already guessed, I work in the ER of probably the
busiest hospital in the metro Dallas area.  Thankfully though, I am
not a Doctor or Nurse.  I, in all my greatness, am a Phlebotomist.
(For those of you who may not know what that is, I draw people's
blood and take it to the lab for analysis).  It's not the most
glamorous job in the world but we can't all have fame and fortune
like some in this world.  All in all I like my job and the people I
work with. They are hardworking, non-judgmental people that are fun
to be around in and outside of the hospital.  There are, however, a
few that drive me completely bananas, and there is one in particular
that takes "Neurotic" to a whole new level...Gina.

Gina is 32 year old hairdresser / beautician with the emotional
stability of a 10 year old.  Gina has more issues than a damn
magazine, and she uses them to try and manipulate any situation she
is in to her advantage.  She is overweight, very insecure, and has
clung to me for a very long time.  You see, Gina and I have a past,
not a romantic one, but we were good friends at one time in my life.
But you can only, for so long, take someone trying to force
themselves into your life when they don't belong. The thing is.I'm
gay.  I am perfectly fine with who I am, and at first it was all good
with Gina, but boy did that change.

We became friends when I first started coming out and she accepted me
and we became instantly inseparable.  She was the only person who
knew the deep secret of my life and I was glad to have the support.
We spent every waking minute together because I could finally be
myself with someone and not worry about having to hide. Well because
of this she fell in love with me and it all went downhill from there.

Over time I grew to be more confident and sure of myself and I wanted
to explore and meet boys.  I tried to do it and still be friends with
her but her jealousy was too much and the boys that were interested
in me always went away because they did not want to deal with her.
So finally one day I decided.ENOUGH!!  I went to her house one night
and told her that I wanted a break to build my own life without her
in it.  We were way too close and I needed some sort of separation.
Did she like that???  HELL NO!!  She got mean and ugly and turned the
whole thing into this huge pity party.  I heard nothing but "Why me",
and, "You hate me don't you!" It did not matter how much I tried to
explain it to her, she had closed me out. She then began threatening
to out me to important people in my life, thinking that would stop
me.  Oh it didn't.  That fueled my anger more and I stopped talking
to her completely.  We did not speak for almost 8 months.

I began to focus on my life and making it better.  I had found a new
job, was dating a few cute boys and rebuilding the part of me I lost
dealing with Gina.  I was happy and content until one day she showed
up at the hospital dressed as a Candy Striper.  She had found out
where I worked and took it upon herself to become a volunteer,
working with the terminally ill doing their hair and nails, giving
them back some sense or normality.  It was awkward at first but soon
I began to ignore her and her advances and pathetic attempts to talk
and work out all these issues between us.  After awhile, I learned
how to deal with her being there.  One thing was for sure, I was not
letting her back in, and no act of God was going to change that.

Alright, enough about my life, lets get back to that day.

I finally made it into the lounge and went in to start my day.  I
walked past all the pretentious and upscale lockers that are reserved
for the Doctors and Surgeons that frequent the ER, and, at the back
of the room, found my considerably smaller, flimsy little locker.
What can I say, I'm the low man on the totem pole but hey, I make the
best of what I'm given.  I had just finished putting my stuff away
and was ready to walk to the Nurses Station to find my first patient
when I heard from behind me, "Good morning sexy boy."

Still facing my locker I rolled my eyes at the sound of that voice
and thought, Great, what a way to start the day.  I turned around,
and with the biggest fake smile I could muster I said, "Good Morning
Gina, don't you sound rather chipper today."

"I would be more chipper if you would just sit down with me and talk,
we have been friends for sooooo long that I hate to see us go another
day without each other," She whined.

"I'm not going to go through this with you again, Gina, and if you
have seen the lobby out there, I have A LOT of work to do.  So, you
have a good day and maybe I'll see you later." She annoyed the hell
out of me, but it was way too early to be mean and I still wasn't
fully awake.

"Cody Thomas Walker," Like using my full name is going to make me
listen, that only worked with my mother, "I'm tired of playing these
games.  I don't understand why you hate me so much that you won't
even talk to me.  All I want is for you to give me the chance to
explain that."

Without hesitation I cut her off, "Good day Gina, this discussion is
over!"

With that I closed my locker and left the lounge.

I walked down the hall, turned left and headed to the Nurse's
Station.  This was not the way that I wanted to start my day.  Gina
always had a habit of putting a very negative undertone to any
situation and I refused to let that happen to my day.  I could
already tell that this day is going to be long and if I let it
continue on a negative note, it was going to be excruciating.  So I
took a few deep breaths and headed in to start my day.

As I got closer to the Nurses Station, I could already see that my
favorite nurse Sylvia was on duty, and she smiled as she noticed me
coming down the hall.  That was at least one good thing for this day.

I loved Sylvia to death.  I could talk to her about anything and I
considered her one of my best friends here at the hospital. She was
like a second mother to me and we had a lot in common.  She has an
older gay son with a partner and child, but she regarded me as her
younger adopted son. She had already been through it all with him, so
I knew I could go to her with anything.  Boyfriend problems, to tell
her about my last date, or to share the most intimate parts of my
life.  She always had an open mind and gave me great advice when she
knew I needed it.

"Hey Cody, how are you my baby-boy?" She said with a smile.

"Good Sylvia. How are you doing this morning?"

"Oh I couldn't complain till I walked in here this morning," she
said, motioning to the lobby. "When I saw this, I had plenty to
complain about."

I nodded to her in agreement and turned to survey the packed lobby.
There were probably 20-30 people sprawled out in ever corner.  I did
not understand why this place was packed so early.  With a puzzled
look I turned back to Sylvia and ask, "What's with this place anyway?
We usually aren't this busy till bout lunchtime."

"A member of some boy band fainted during a rehearsal for their
concert here in Dallas on Thursday." She said shaking her head. "They
rushed him in here and demanded we see him immediately.  They have
been here since 6:30 and the people who got bumped back are still
waiting and new ones just keep piling up. Thank god no one waiting is
critical or we would be drowning with the skeleton crew we have at
this time of the morning."

"Well this is just going to make for a lovely day.  I already had a
run in with Gina this morning," I said with a sigh as Sylvia
grimaced, "So dealing with grumpy sick people is just going to be
icing on the cake."

With a forced laugh, I turned to the waiting charts, "So which one do
I get to deal with first?"

"Actually," Sylvia said handing me a chart, "You don't get to play
with any of our waiting guests.  It seems as if our boy band member
needs some tests done so you get to draw blood on him."

"How did I get so lucky?" I said sarcastically.

"Well you need to take this seriously," she said. "This is to remain
Top Secret.  Obviously this man is protected by Doctor/Patient
Confidentiality, but when you leave here today, nothing about what
you do or say with him can be mentioned to anyone."

"I understand Sylvia. You know you can trust me."

"I know baby-boy," she said wrapping her arm around me. "I just have
to please the big wigs and give you the complimentary lecture. They
are down in Exam room 4.  Make sure you flash your hospital ID to
their guard sitting at the door, that way they will let you in.  If
you need any help just call me here at the desk."

"Will do, and thanks for the lecture.MOM!!" I said laughing.

"Ill show you mom," she said, spinning me around and smacking me on
the backside. "NOW GO!"

I was laughing as I walked down to Exam Room 4.  I was looking
through the chart and thinking to myself, Boy Band member huh?  This
would be the first time I have ever drawn blood on anyone famous, let
alone a Boy Band member.

I really did not get into the Boy Band scene, I know shocking huh,
I'm gay and not into Boy Bands.  I will admit that some of their
music is catchy, but there are so many of them I cannot keep them
straight.  Between Backstreet-Town, O'Sync and N-Boys they all get
confusing.  One thing is for sure; I cannot go into that exam room
like some star crazed teenager and, seeing how I can't keep them all
straight, that won't be a problem.  I will be cool, calm, collected
and 100% professional.

I rounded the corner to Exam Room 4 and saw a HUGE black man sitting
in front of the door.  What else I saw, just about put me through the
roof.  Gina was there and she almost arguing with this man to let her
into the room.  She knew someone famous was in that room and it was
killing her that she was not able to get in to see who it was.  Thank
God volunteers were not issued hospital ID cards, because, let's face
it, they do a wonderful service to the patients, but don't really
have a need to access the private sectors of the hospital.

As I came closer to where they were I heard Gina say rather
pointedly, "Look I am a hospital employee and I demand to be let into
that room."

The bodyguard just stared at her with a blank face, and an amazing
level of control.  Without blinking an eye, he said, "Look lady,
without a valid hospital ID I am not permitted to let you into this
room. If there is a problem I suggest you take it up with your
superior."

Gina saw me as I approached and her eyes immediately lit up. I
thought to myself, if she thinks that I'm going to try and persuade
him to let her in there she is sadly mistaken.

Stopping right next to Gina I ask, "What seems to be the problem
here?"

With a pathetically frazzled look, Gina grabbed my arm and
practically pleaded, "Cody, I'm so glad you're here. Could you please
explain to this gentleman that as a hospital employee, I am to have
access to this room!"

"Gina," I said calmly, "You know you're not a hospital employee,
you're just a volunteer.  You don't have a valid ID.  So, without one
of these, "I said, flashing my ID card, "You have no business in this
room.  Now run along and take care of the patients that are in need
of a manicure, pedicure or whatever the hell it is you do"

Gina just stared at me in shock.  Ok, I will admit that that wasn't
the nicest thing to say, but I had already had enough of her for one
day.

Obviously angry, Gina stormed down the hall in a huff.  I knew I was
going to pay for that one later, but at that moment, I really didn't
care.

I turned to the bodyguard, "I apologize for that.  She gets a little
over zealous sometimes.  My name is Cody and I am here to draw." I
opened the chart searching for a name.  Locating it I continued,
".Josh's blood for some tests."

"My name is Lonni," he said, shaking my hand, "It's nice to meet you.
Mr. Chasez is waiting patiently in there for something to happen. I
will warn you though; he is very skittish in hospitals, so you have
your work cut out for you"

"Oh believe me, I have gone the rounds with the best of them.  I'm
sure I'll be able to handle Mr. Chasez just fine." I replied with a
chuckle.

I turned to face the Exam Room door and took in a deep breath.  Time
to put on the game face and go do what I do best, charm the hell out
of someone enough to let me stick a metal needle in their arm and
draw out their blood.  Sometimes it was easy, but other times it made
giving birth look easy.

I opened the door and there he was sleeping peacefully on the bed.
Laying there motionless I have to admit, he was quite a site to
behold.  I never was a fanatic over the whole boy band craze, but
some of the members were quite cute.  This one was no exception. His
beautiful brown hair flowed across neck and face.  He was wearing a
tight white T-Shirt which left nothing to the imagination as to how
toned and tight his body was.  He was wearing a pair of shorts and
his beautiful legs sprawled motionless before him giving way to the
most beautiful bare feet I have seen.  Ok, I have a thing for a
barefoot man.  Feet, as long as they are well taken care of, are so
very sexy, so the sight of him lying there barefoot and peaceful
nearly took my breath away.

I could have stayed watching him forever, and I hated to interrupt
his sleep, but I had to.  I softly closed the door behind me and
began walking towards the side of the bed.  The sound of the door
closing awoke him and he looked at me startled and wide eyed.

Sensing his nervousness, I smiled brightly.  "Hi there, I apologize
for waking you. My name is Cody and I am here to draw your blood for
some tests that your doctors want to run."

Still quite nervous he took a deep breath and said, "Nice to meet
you, my name is Josh," he said turning his focus to me. Forcing a
smile he extended his hand.

I politely shook it, "It's nice to meet you too."

"I have to tell you, needles freak me out beyond belief so you'll
have to be patient with me." He said with a look of worry.

The amount of fear/nerves/worry I saw in his eyes told me he was
totally serious, so I tried not to look in them as much as I could.
Not only because I could easily start to sympathize and feel guilty
for having to use a needle, which I could not afford to do, but he
had those eyes that could melt an iceberg and that you could lose
yourself in.

Snapping out of my trace I smiled, "Don't worry Josh, your in very
capable hands.  Now if I could have you lie flat on your back with
your right arm straight out for me."

He did as I ask and I heard him mumble under his breath, "Ok I can do
this."

I smiled at the adorable way he reassured himself as I opened my kit
and took out the tourniquet and tied it around his upper arm.  "Pump
your fist like this for me please." I ask as I demonstrated the
motions.

As he did this I gently put my fingers on his arm and marveled at the
feel of his skin, so soft.  Very carefully I tapped on the crook of
his elbow and found a very nice vein.  Taking out an alcohol swab, I
opened it and prepped the area for the needle.

Reaching into my kit again I prepared the needle and syringe and
located the vile for the blood.  Turning back to Josh I said, "It may
be best if you don't watch me do this."

With that he turned his head to the left and as I prepared to insert
the needle in his arm I decided to try a tactic that usually worked
with nervous patients.  I would get him talking about himself and his
life and then when I was comfortable that they weren't focusing on
what was about to happen I would insert the needle and draw out the
needed blood.  It usually worked very slick and it was over before
they knew it.  Boy was I wrong.

"So Josh, tell me bout what you do for a living," I began as I
lowered the needle to his arm.

"Well I'm a singer and a musician.  I am a member of the popular boy
band N'Sync." It was at that time that I inserted the needle in his
arm and with a loud "OUCH", his arm shot straight up and his clenched
fist connected with my chin.

In an instant, everything around me got very light and fluffy and I
fell to the ground.  Half in and out of consciousness I see him lean
over the side of the bed and yell "Oh Shit.LANCE!!!"

As my eyes began to close and my body gave way to unconsciousness I
remember thinking, "Lance?? My name is Cody, what is he talking
about?"

With that I lost the battle, my eyes closed, and everything went
black.

                         **To Be Continued**

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I hope you like the first installment. Please feel free to email any
comments/ideas/suggestions to Shywriterboy29@hotmail.com