Date: Wed, 07 Apr 2004 17:40:13 -0600
From: D R <shywriterboy29@hotmail.com>
Subject: Boy Bands - That Day Chapter 3

Ok everyone, I have a grievance I need to air.

This may be the last installment of this story that I
post.  I got into an argument with a fellow Nifty author
this week and was told that this story sucks and that no
one is going to get into it.  That my writing is horrid
and that it is worthless to read.  I'm not going to
mention any names but you know who you are if your
reading this.

This is my first story with Nifty.  I am enjoying
writing it but if it is really that bad I will stop.  I
would like some feedback as to if I should continue
writing this or just let the story end where it is.  I
was very hurt and discouraged by this argument, and that
a fellow Nifty author could be so low.  Personally I
don't care if they don't like me as a person, but I take
my writing very seriously.  Ok enough said.

Please email your thoughts and comments to
Shywriterboy29@hotmail.com.

I would appreciate hearing what you think.

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 3
I folded the note and held it to my chest.  I could not
believe that he thought to come back to check on me.
Could this mean anything?
I quickly dismissed that thought.  How could a rich and
famous pop star, be interested in someone like me?  I'm
just your average Joe who works a thankless job, 40+
hours a week, and sometimes struggles to make it through
a week with out worrying where money is going to come
from to pay bills.  Sure I have dreams and goals but I
have always thought that those only come true for
special people.  Only the lucky get to live out their
wildest fantasies.

Please don't get me wrong, I'm really not pathetic or
spend enormous amounts of time feeling sorry for myself.
I am a very positive person who has a good life, good
job and wonderful friends.  It is just hard sometimes
and my life especially has dealt me a very harsh reality
check more times than one and so I try to not let my
head get too far in the clouds and stay as grounded as
possible.  I am focused on making the best of what god
has given me and so far it has worked.  However, every
now and then are those things that throw a wrench into
my little system, and more than not, they are good
things.  I just say "Wow" a few hundred times, take it
all in and go on with life, but I have been thrown some
hard times and again, life goes on.  This time however,
life has thrown me the biggest wrench of them all, so to
speak, and his name is Lance.

As I lay there pondering my life, I did not see Sylvia
come into the room.

"Good morning baby-boy, how's your head?"

I nearly wet my pants she scared me so bad. "My head is
fine, but now I need a crash cart for the heart failure
I just had.  You scared the shit out of me."

"I'm sorry honey." Sylvia said giggling. "I didn't mean
to startle you.  I thought you heard me come in."

"No I didn't, I was off in my own little world thinking
bout some stuff." I said with a sigh.

"Anything you want to talk about?" She asked as she sat
down on the bed next to me.

"I don't know. I'm just really confused about some
things."

"This is about that blonde guy, Lance, isn't it?" She
said with a sly grin.

It amazes me how she can do that.  How she can come in a
room and seem to read my thoughts and know exactly what
is wrong.  It is probably the most endearing thing about
her, why I love her so much and consider her a mother
figure in my life.

"How do you do that?" I ask her. "How do you know
exactly what's going on before I can even say anything?"

"Just call it my motherly intuition." She said, grabbing
my hand. "Now tell momma what's got you all bunched up
inside."

"He came back last night while I was sleeping to check
on me.  Why would he do that?" I asked, confused.

"Maybe he was concerned about what happened and that you
would be
ok.  I don't think it is anything to worry about, but if
I know you, you have probably went through this whole
thing in your head about a million times by now and have
come up with every scenario under the sun trying to
figure this out." She said shaking her head.

"Yep, you are right." I said with a look of amazement
which quickly turned to worry "They are going to take me
out to dinner tonight and are giving me tickets and
backstage passes to their concert on Thursday. I'm
completely freaking out about it.  Are there reasons
behind it?  Am I going to be able to go and have a good
time and not come off looking like an idiot?  Am I going
to be able to be around Lance and not look like some
loved starved maniac and drool all over him?"

With that last comment I started blushing bright red.  I
can't believe that I said that and, yes, it was another
open mouth insert foot moment.

"Cody Thomas Walker, are you developing a crush on Mr.
Lance?" She had a huge grin on her face and her voice
was dripping with sarcasm.

"Maybe just a little," I said sheepishly.  That garnered
an "I don't believe you" look from Sylvia and I knew I
had been caught.

"Ok A LOT." I said, finally breaking. "I don't know what
it is Syl. When I first came to yesterday, and I saw his
face above me with the light shining behind him, I
really did think I had died and gone to heaven.  I
thought he was a beautiful angel sent to rescue me. I
can't explain it.  My heart beats so fast when I'm
around him.  He amazes me with his beauty and self-
confidence.  I am constantly thinking about him.  I
close my eyes and he is there, I dream and he is there,
when I went to my beautiful place, it was all based on
him."

"Your beautiful place?" She asked looking confused.

"When I was in so much pain yesterday with my headache,
before he left, he told me to find my own personal
Beautiful Place and take myself there.  Someplace that
was safe, secure and made me feel happy.  He told me to
concentrate on that place and that would help dull the
pain of the headache.  I tried it and it worked, but the
thing is, that whole place I found revolved around him.
Good Lord, I sound like a psychopath don't I?"

I was so worked up and confused by that point that I was
on the verge of tears.  I hate it when life does this to
me.  I am the type that likes to be in control of my own
personal feelings at all times.  It really sucks when
they get all out of whack and I have a hard time sorting
them out.

Sylvia, already sensing the place I was in, began to
lovingly stroke my hand she was holding.  "First of all,
you're worrying about things that you should not be
worrying about, honey.  I will admit, you got it bad for
him, but that is OK.  We all go through this. Love does
funny things to people and makes our emotions go
haywire. My advice to you is to stop stressing out and
just go with the flow. Everything will pan out and make
sense in time, so don't try and rush things. There is a
reason you met those two yesterday.  You may not
understand that reason right now, but you will
eventually.  Just let life take its course and you will
be fine."

That is why I love her so much.  With those few simple
words I was completely calm and it all made sense.  I
felt so much better and was ready to stop worrying and
let whatever happens tonight happen.

I leaned up from where I was laying and gave Sylvia a
kiss on the
cheek.

"What was that for?" She asked me.

"Because you are amazing and I love you with all my
heart."

"Stop it." She said blushing.  "You know I look at you
as one of my own and would do anything for you.  I'm
here for you whenever you need me, don't you ever forget
that."

"I won't Momma." I said as a tear of happiness made its
way down my cheek.

"Now dry your eyes and get ready.  Dr. Edwards will be
here momentarily to do his final work up and he will
probably let you go home.  I want you to go straight
home, clean up and relax.  You have a big night ahead of
you and you WILL call me when you get home and let me
know how it went, you understand me?" She said smiling.

"You got it my dear." I replied.

With that she got up, kissed me on the forehead and left
to go about her nursing duties.  I lay there for a few
minutes taking in what she told me.  I knew that today
was going to be ok and that life would not give me more
than I could handle.  I was ready to face it and go have
a good time.

About 20 minutes later Dr. Edwards came in.  He looked
over my chart, did a thorough check up and gave me a
clean bill of health. He told me basically the same
thing that Sylvia had told me, which was to go home and
relax and he would see me back here, ready to work, on
Monday.  It was Wednesday now and so that means I had 5
days before I had to return to work.  It was going to be
a nice relaxing 5 days.

I got up and got dressed and went to sign my release
papers.  As I was walking down the hall I noticed Gina
coming out of a patient's room further down the hall.
It took her about 30 seconds to notice me coming.  At
first she got a big grin on her face, but that grin
slowly sank into disdain and she looked in a different
direction.

As I passed her I smiled and nodded at her.  She only
could shoot me a look that if looks could kill, I would
have fell to the ground dead on the spot.  I wasn't
worried though.  I had 5 days away from the hospital,
away from patients and away from her.

I reached the nurses station and an awaiting Sylvia who
had my papers and everything ready for me to sign.

"You ready to bust out of this joint?" she ask me as I
came to the desk.

"You bet your sweet ass I am." I chuckled.

"Hey now, save that kind of talk for your little Lancey-
pooh." She made little kissey noises while pouting her
lips.

"SYLVIA!" I gasped, turning about 50 shades of red.

She started laughing so hard she was crying.  I just
stood there in awe. I quickly scanned the area around
the desk to make sure no one saw this little charade.

When she finally calmed down she was able to get out,
"Oh Cody, seeing you embarrassed like that keeps me
young.  I love you and you know that."

"Well being the butt end of all this is giving me grey
hair!" I smiled at her, "Where are these papers I need
to sign.  There is a nice hot bath and a glass of wine
waiting for me at my house."

"Sign right here baby-boy." She said pointing to the
signature lines on 3 pieces of paper.

I signed them gave Sylvia a quick hug and I was out of
there.  I walked out the door and into the employee
parking lot to retrieve my car.  I got in the car, got
myself situated and started her up. Before I pulled out
of the lot I decided I better plug my phone in as the
battery had died during the night because I had nowhere
to plug it in.  With that done I headed home.

I live on the East side of Dallas in a cute little one
bedroom condo.  It's nothing extravagant, but its home.
It is part of a modest little complex and I get a good
deal on the rent.  It's the ideal home for someone in my
line of work.  It is just me in the house, I live10 min
away from work and it's was quiet for those days when
I'm fed up with people and want to get away.

I pulled into my parking stall and turned off the car.
Made my way into the house and noticed that my message
machine was blinking. Tossing my keys on the coffee
table I went to play my new messages. They were nothing
of high importance; A couple bill collectors asking for
money, some from my friends who were wondering where I
was and one from my parents keeping me updated on family
business and also wondering where I had disappeared to.
I knew that I would have some explaining to do but I
decided to tackle that one later. Right now all I wanted
to do was relax in a nice warm bath with a nice glass of
wine.  Just soak away the events of last night and get
ready for tonight's festivities.

I went into my room, kicked off my shoes and socks and
headed for the bathroom.  I turned on the faucet, found
the right temperature and let the tub fill up.  While
the tub was filling I went into the Kitchen, got a wine
glass and poured me a glass of Red wine.  I went into
the living room and grabbed my handset for my house
phone as well as my cell phone and went back to the
bathroom.  When I got there, I put both phones and the
wine down next to the tub and stripped off the rest of
my clothes.  I noticed my reflection in the mirror and
smiled.  I was proud of my physique.  I tried to keep
myself nice and toned and I was looking good, I had to
admit.

The tub had finished filling so I turned the water off
and climbed inside.  The water felt heavenly on my body.
I could feel the stress I had felt all day just
dissipate out of my pours.  I grabbed the glass of wine
and took a sip; it was magical, just what I needed.  I
set the wine down, laid my head back and closed my eyes.
I drifted off into Never Never land. I have no idea how
long I was gone, when my cell phone started ringing.  I
opened my eyes and gazed at the caller ID.  It was a
number that I did not recognize. Hesitantly I picked up
the phone and answered, "Hello??"
"Is Cody there?" The voice said.

"This is he."


"Hey Cody, this is Lance." He said with that sexy as
hell voice.

Immediately I sat right up, for some unknown reason, and
got completely nervous.  I tried to remember what Sylvia
had said to me earlier about letting life take its
course and going with the flow, but I just could not
help thinking where I was at this particular moment in
time.  Here I am, naked in my bathtub, talking to the
cutest man that ever existed.  His voice had started my
heart beating again and certain parts of my anatomy were
growing rapidly, which was adding more stress to the
situation.
I composed myself as best I could and replied, "Oh, Hey

Lance.  How are you?"

"I'm good." He replied.  "Whatcha doin?"

"Oh, just relaxing." I said, adjusting myself,literally.

"Was that water I heard?  Are you in the bath?"

"Ummm," Oh my god I'm embarrassed, "Yeah I kind of am."

"Well I ah," he started stuttering, "I did not mean to
interrupt you.  I was just calling with the dinner
arrangements for tonight. I can call back if you want me
to."


I smiled when I heard him start stuttering.  The big pop
star is stuttering on my behalf, that's so cute, but
why?  Oh My God Stop it Cody, I thought to myself. I
decided to ease his mind a little.  "No it's ok, I can
talk now, I don't mind.  What's the plan with tonight?"
"Well we have reservations at a French Restaurant in
town at 6 o'clock.  You like French Food don't you?" He
asked still sounding very nervous.

"That sounds great to me.  Are you coming here to get me
or I can meet you at your hotel?"

"Well Josh and Joey are out on band business and wont be
back till bout 5ish so we wont have time to come out
there and get you.  Can you meet us here at the hotel?"

"That is not a problem at all." I replied.

He gave me directions to the hotel, which was not too
far from where I lived.  He told me to go to the front
desk and let them know I was guest of N'Sync and the
clerk will give me the things I need. "I will let them
know that you are to be given access to this floor and
they will have a pass for you to wear.  Make sure it is
visible, that way security knows that you are welcome
any time.  Josh and I are in room 2058, so just come on
up and knock on the door when you get here."

"That sounds good to me," I said with a smile.  "What
time would you like me there again?"

"I think about 5ish." Lance replied.

"You got it.  Do I need to bring anything?"

"Nope, just you and your appetite." He said excitedly.
"Tonight is going to be fun, I'm glad your going to be
hanging out with us."

That did not help my "Growing" problem at all. He is so
adorable and I could just picture his face when he made
that last comment.

"Well Lance, I'm going to let you go so I can take care
of some things," as I glanced down to my growing member,
"and I will talk at you later."

"Ok sounds good." He replied. "We'll see you tonight!
Bye."

"Bye."

We hung up the phone and leaned back in the tub.
Closing my eyes I pictured his angelic face, and I could
still hear his sexy voice in my ears.  I reached down
and wrapped my hand around my erect cock.
I slowly started to stroke it, all the while thinking of
Lance.  The more I thought about him the more my heart
beat and the faster I would stroke.  It did not take
long before I was erupting my load all over my chest and
face.  I lay there, breathing heavy and taking in the
feeling of ecstasy.  I could not believe the power that
man had over my body and my emotions.  I didn't quite
understand it, but boy was I loving it.

I washed my face and my chest off and finished with my
bath.  I got out, dried off and headed to my room.
After getting dressed I kind of milled around the house
the next few hours till it was time to get ready to go
to dinner.  It was relaxing to just be home and lounge
around.

Finally at about 3:30 I started getting ready.  I went
to my room and picked out my best pair of Lucky Jeans
and a tight blue Dolce & Gabana shirt.  It showed off my
body quite well.  I was shameless I know, but if I'm
going out with pop stars, I have to be able to compete.
I put on some shoes and headed into the bathroom.  I
think I spend most of my time in here.  I take great
pride in my hair and skin so I was very tedious in
looking just perfect.

Finally I was done.  I glanced at the clock and it said
4:15.  I was making perfect time.  I splashed on some
cologne, grabbed my keys and I was out the door.  As I
drove towards the hotel I started getting very nervous
again.  Do I really know what I'm doing?  Could this be
a mistake?  Is this night going to end up disastrous?

You know those cartoons where you see the main character
with a little devil on one shoulder and an angel on the
other.  That is how I felt at that moment.  My little
devil was the one telling me these things, causing me to
doubt myself and what I was about to do. Finally my
voice of reason piped up and reminded me of what Sylvia
said earlier that morning.  Just go with the flow and
let things come naturally, I said to myself.  Whatever
is going to happen will happen for a reason so there is
no use stressing out about it now.

After awhile that thought started sinking in.  I began
to calm down and decided to turn on the radio to help
relax me some more.  I tuned to my favorite station and
low and behold the familiar tune of "This I Promise You"
was coming out of my speakers.  It was a sign; it had to
be a sign.  After that I was fine and after about 20-25
minutes I was pulling into the hotel parking lot.

I parked my car, went inside and headed to the front
desk.  A very pretty girl was working the desk that day
and when I approached she immediately smiled at me.

"Welcome to the Hilton sir.  How can I help you?"

"I am a guest of N'Sync and I was told to talk to you
for my passes and clearance to go up to their floor." I
replied with a smile.

"You must be Mr. Walker."  I nodded

"Here is your floor pass, make sure it is visible at all
times.  I do need you to sign here so that the hotel has
record of your visit, strictly for security purposes I
promise you."

I signed the paper and she handed me the pass.  As I was
clipping it to the front pocket of my jeans I heard her
say, "Elevators are down that hall and to your right.  I
trust you know what room they are in?"

"Yes I do. I thank you for your help miss." I smiled
extending my hand.

She very politely shook it. "The name is Rachel, and
you're very welcome. Don't hesitate to call on me should
you need anything at all."

"Thanks." I replied. "I appreciate that."

With that I headed to the elevators and up to their
room.  When I reached the 20th floor, the doors opened
to a small hallway.  As I exited the elevator and
glanced down the hallway, a smile came to my lips as I
noticed the familiar face looking back at me.


               **To Be Continued (Maybe)**