Date: Sat, 25 May 2002 02:28:38 -0400
From: Dash Jarrod <djminf@hotmail.com>
Subject: trip to the grammy's 2

Disclaimer:  I do not know 'NSYNC, although I wish I did.  The
character is somewhat fictional.  The sexuality of anyone portrayed in
this story may not be right whatsoever.  If you are under 18 do not
read.



	Since I was in town for a few days, I decided to take advantage
of it and go sightseeing.  One of the trips I took was to a mall.  Now
that was an interesting experience, I found out that the fashion in
California is totally different than the fashion in Pennsylvania.  Of
course I bought some stuff from that mall.  But that wasn't the most
interesting trip I took while I was there.  I loved to go to this park
that was right by the motel.  I went there every evening as a matter of
fact.  It was while I was there one evening when I ran into someone I
never expected to see again.  I ran into Lance from 'NSYNC.  Talk about
totally unexpected.  I was sitting on a bench by the man-made lake when
I saw him walking up the path.  I don't think he even noticed me
sitting there.  This didn't surprise me any considering most people
walking around the park didn't.  But since this was someone I knew,
however little time I knew him for, I decided to go talk with him.  I
didn't decide to do that until he passed by me without noticing me.
Needless to say, when I caught up to him he still didn't really take
notice that I was there.  I figured he just thought I was some random
person from the park.  However when I tapped him on the shoulder and he
turned to see who it was, he was surprised to see me.
After he figured out who had tapped him, we started talking
again.  I wasn't expecting much out of seeing him considering I wasn't
anyone that people remember.  Since we were standing and talking for a
while I suggested that we sit down on one of the benches that the park
had.  He readily agreed.  I think he was walking for quite a while
before I caught him.  When we found the closest unoccupied bench, we
sat down to continue our conversation.  Now our conversation wasn't
about anything in particular at that moment, but it didn't stay that
way forever.  After a while I got bored of talking about random stuff,
so I asked him what it was like to be famous.  For the most part he
said it was nice to be famous but then there was always a bad part to
it.  I asked him to be more specific if he wouldn't mind.  He went on
to say that the nice part about it was that he was doing what he wanted
to do and that he knew people appreciated what he was doing.  He also
said that the bad part was that most of the people he met only wanted
to be his friend for his fame or money.  On that note I decided to
chime in and ask him if he thought I was that way.  He said I didn't
seem to be that way but he didn't know yet.  I was somewhat taken aback
by that response because I didn't think that he would be that honest.
But after I thought about it, I could understand he point.  He just met
me and I seemed to want to get to know him an awful lot.
It was at this point that I decided to say something that should
help him trust me a little bit more.  As if you couldn't guess what I
was about to tell, I was going to tell him that I was gay.  Now if that
didn't scare him off, I was hoping that he would trust me enough after
knowing it.  When I told him, he just sat there kind of stunned.  That
made me really scared.  I was beginning to think that he might be
homophobic and would rush off and never want to see or meet me ever
again.  My face must have shown my fear because he got over being
stunned and told me it was all right with him.  This of course prompted
me to ask him if he wanted me to leave at this point.  This made him
laugh.  It was kind of nice to hear him laugh; it made me relax a
little bit when he did it.  I had to ask what was funny about what I
said.  He said nothing; it's just that he found it sort of funny how I
would think that he would not be accepting of who I was.  I told him
that not everyone is.  He said he completely understands that, but
doesn't want to be one of them.  I thanked him for being kind.  He said
it was what he wanted other people to be to him, so he did it to other
people.
It was getting dark while we were still talking at full steam.  I
reluctantly said that I should be heading back and that he should do
the same.  Before he could disappear without getting any information
from him or giving him my number at the hotel I am at, I made sure to
do just that.  As he was turning to go, I suggested that I give him my
number and that he should call me when he has time.  He said thanks and
that he will try.
As he was going the opposite direction I was, I got to thinking
about how I forgot to mention the fact that I was only going to be in
town for a few more days.  But I also thought of the fact that he
probably won't call because why would he.  I was also thinking that he
won't be around much longer either and he would probably want to hang
out with his friends instead of me, but there is always hope.  As I was
thinking those thought I couldn't help but smile at how long we just
sat there talking.  It was really nice, I enjoyed it immensely.
When I got back to the hotel, I decided to go for a swim.  I was
grateful that they had an indoor pool there.  It is one of my favorite
things to do at a hotel that has one.  I spent two hours swimming and
going in the hot tub.  When I finally got back to the room, I was quite
relaxed.  This was great because I just spent all evening talking to
one of my biggest crushes.  I then went to lie down and fall asleep but
the phone rang.  I was just a bit baffled as to why anyone would be
calling me.  I didn't even think about the possibility that it could be
Lance.  When I picked it up, I was just slightly surprised by the voice
I heard on the other end.  He heard this and asked what was wrong.  I
told him that I wasn't actually expecting him to call because I am a
nobody, and thus was just a bit surprised with the call.  He proceeded
to tell me that I wasn't a nobody, I was a very good friend to him and
that he was grateful for it.  This made me smile a little bit, although
I don't know if you can tell that sort of thing over the phone.
Supposedly you can.  I then told him that I was honored to be
considered one of his friends.
I figured that I should get asking him when he was leaving again
out of the way so I wouldn't be disappointed when he all of a sudden
wasn't here.  So I did.  He said that they were leaving in a few days.
I told him I was doing the same.  I then told him I was sorry that I
didn't mention that I lived across the country before; I was just
enjoying the time we were spending together.  After he heard that, he
fell silent for a few minutes so I was beginning to suspect that we got
disconnected or that he hung up on me.  Right before I was about to
hang up he started talking again.  The first thing he said after the
extended silence was I am glad you feel that way.  I couldn't help but
ask why he just said that.  He said it because he felt the same way and
thus didn't really talk about his job while we were together.  This
really made me smile.
This conversation we had really got me thinking.  I was even more
curious if he was gay or at least bi.  It really seemed like he could
be but then again I might be reading too much into it.  I do that at
times.  Once again I was hoping that I might have met someone who liked
me as much as I liked them, even though in this case the person is
famous.  The next time we talked or hung out I was going to finally act
on my impulses to kiss him.  I don't know if this was the proper thing
to do at the time considering I don't eve know if he likes me like
that.  Just thinking that he might was driving me crazy.  If I didn't
act on it and then went home I would feel totally stupid when I got
home.  I would end up thinking I had a chance to kiss one of the most
famous singers in the pop world and I let the chance pass.  It would be
one occasion where hitting myself in the head would work.  But if I
acted on it and he totally got disgusted with me then I would feel even
worse than if I didn't do anything at all.  It was quite a dilemma I
had going on.  I really didn't know what to do, if I did one thing I
would feel bad but if I did the other thing and he reacted badly I
would never live that down either.  What should I do?  I honestly just
had to let myself sleep on it and see what I felt was the right
decision in the morning.


Please email me and let me know what you think of the story.  It can be
good or bad comments, I don't care.  I might continue if I feel like
writing more.
           Dash