Date: Tue, 18 Sep 2001 00:14:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: J X <xxx_supafly@yahoo.com>
Subject: Memoirs Chapter 3

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Back in the present with me again. I was definently
flying high. Happiness couldn't describe how I felt.
Euphoria is more like it. Anytime I thought about my
show, my unbreakable smile returned. And then add to
it all the amazing feelings I had for Doyle. Needless
to say, I couldn't stop smiling at that point in my
life. And things were on course to only get better.
The days up until my show were pretty boring, so I
won't go into those. But as Tuesday rolled around,
things got pretty exciting. Maestro, flashback music
if you please....

* * *

Chapter 3: Lucky Streak Continues

All throughout school that day I couldn't concentrate.
All I could think about was my show. I had been having
horrible nightmares about people hating the songs I'd
chosen, and tossing things at me. Like, eggs,
tomatoes, knives, etc. I had awoke the last three
nights in a cold sweat. And then it would take me
hours of convincing myself it wasn't real, and that
everything would go good to be able to get back to
sleep. And as Tuesday rolled around, those feelings
drifted from nightmares into daydreams. Thank God
there was nothing important going on that day. Because
I seriously doubted I would accomplish a whole lot in
the school field.

When 3:00 rolled around, I was getting restless. I had
thought about skipping out at lunch and going home.
But with my mother being a photographer, it was
impossible to tell if she'd be home or not. So somehow
I managed to make it through the whole day. But as the
final bell rang, I immediately ran to my car and
headed home.

On the ride home I was reminded that I still had four
hours until my show. This was torture. I had to find a
way to occupy my time for the next four hours, or I
was going to go insane. Speaking of insane, I'm sure
Ashley will come keep me company. I picked up my cell
phone and quickly dialed her number.

"Yo," Her brother answered in his typical fashion.

"Hey Parker, is Ash home yet?" I asked

"Just pulled in, hold on a sec,"

"K,"

I set the phone on the dash board and put in my hands
free ear piece. I drummed my thumb on the steering
wheel as I waited rather unpatiently for Ashley to
answer the phone. As I was pulling into my driveway,
she finally picked up.

"Ethan baby, what's up?" She said, in a highly mocking
tone.

"Don't call me baby, that's icky," I replied, opening
my car door.

"That is true, you ARE sleeping with my cousin," She
laughed back, putting a heavy emphasis on are.

"I'm not sleeping with anyone. Though I plan to," I
laughed back.

"If he weren't my cousin, I'd say nice thought," She
laughed. "Now what'd ya want?"

"Come keep me company for the next four hours, or I
may go insane,"

"Okay, I'll be over in a few,"

"Okay, later,"

"Bye bye,"

I switched the phone off then walked inside. My mother
was gone, as usual when I returned home. I walked into
the kitchen and immediately opened the refrigerator. I
grabbed out a bottle of Cherry Coke then walked back
to my bedroom. The caller ID was blinking, so I picked
up the phone to check for voice mail.

"You have two new messages," The computerized voice
told me. "First new message, sent at 11:45 AM,"

"Ethan honey, its mom. I've got a job in Houston for
the next few days. I'm really sorry I won't be able to
catch your show tonight. But I promise I'll make it up
to you when I come home. I should be back by Thursday.
There's money in the coffeepot, and your Aunt Caitlyn
will check up on you sometime. And Ethan, honey,
Please eat more than pizza,"

I chuckled slightly at the finish of that message. She
knew all I would order would be pizza, so I don't know
why she bothered saying that. I was kinda bummed
though, I really wanted her to see me perform tonight.
But I completely understood that she wouldn't be able
to make it. That was one reason I wanted to make it in
music so badly, so my mother could stop working so
much. She had worked her whole life to support me, and
I really wanted to pay her back.

After the message from my mom finished, I erased it
and let the next message play through.

"Second message, sent at 3:01 PM," The computerized
voice spoke once more.

"Umm hey Ethan, its me Doyle. Just calling like I said
I would. I'll see you at your show tonight. Bye,"

I erased the message and smiled. He still sounded
nervous, which I found incredibly cute. I thought we
had gotten over that with our long talk the other
night, but I guess not. I was so happy he would be at
my show tonight. Something about singing in front of
him made me even more excited than I was. He just made
me so happy. I knew that if one of the songs I had
chosen didn't go over well, I'd be able to look into
Doyle's emerald green eyes and smile.

I placed the phone back on the base and took a quick
swig of my Cherry Coke. I started to walk back to the
kitchen, as the door alert system went off. I switched
it off quickly and went to the door. As expected, it
was Ashley.

"Hey Ash," I said, opening the door then returning to
the kitchen.

"Hey," She said, walking in and shutting the door
behind her. "The nervousness eating you yet?"

"Not too bad. Of course, I've tried not to think about
it for the last 10 minutes,"

"You'll be great. All of your songs are hits, so
everyone should like them. And if not, I'll kick their
asses," Ashley joked, grabbing a bottled water from my
refrigerator.

"When I'm famous, you can be my head of security," I
laughed, taking a seat at the bar.

"I'm gonna remember that,"

I just laughed and began to fumble with a pen on the
bar. I was starting to get nervous now. But I couldn't
really place what was making me nervous. It wasn't
performing in front of people, that was my absolute
favorite part. I guess it was the legend that Kelly
had left behind. Doyle had gotten me some tapes of her
performances over the two years she was at Jensen's.
She ruled the crowd. They hung on her every word. I
had some really huge shoes to fill. I just hoped I
came close to doing so.

Ashley and I wasted most of the time before my show.
We talked about the usual stuff, TV, school, etc. We
even did my math homework. I say WE did my homework,
because in all honesty Ashley did more than I did. I
couldn't help it, I hated Algebra. But anyways, by the
time we finished up with my homework, it was time to
get to my show. I changed quickly into what I planned
on wearing, then gave myself a quick glance in the
mirror. Thanks to about 20 pounds of gel, my hair was
still perfect. I popped my contacts back in, then was
ready to go. I grabbed a bottle of water, then quickly
pushed Ashley out the door. I would do my vocal warm
ups in the car. I just really wanted to get there.

The nervousness was gone. It was sheer excitement now.
This was it. This performance would make or break me
at Jensen's. And I really didn't feel like being
broken today.

* * *

As Mick had told me, Tuesday seemed to be a very busy
day as there were only a few seats to be found.
Thankfully they had put a sign up saying I was the new
act. I really didn't feel like being booed off the
stage by irate fans who came to see Kelly.

I left Ashley at a table then went to check in with
Mick. He was just ending a phone call as I walked in.
He hung up the phone then motioned me to sit down.

"You nervous?" He asked, sitting down behind his desk.


"A little. I'll be fine once I step on stage though,"
I replied, fiddling with the cap on my bottled water.

"Its a full house tonight. Word got out about your
performance on Friday. People have been asking me
about you all day. I promised them a wowing
performance. Think you can handle it?"

"I don't think that'll be a problem," I replied
smugly.

"Good to know. Go get em kid," He said, extending his
hand.

I shook his hand then made my way back into the
restaurant. I didn't think anyone was paying attention
to me until I stepped foot on stage. As my foot
connected with the stage, the entire restaurant went
silent. I was suddenly nervous again. But then I
reminded myself that most of them were here to see me.
I walked over to the emcee (the same one from Friday),
whom had introduced himself earlier as Skye, and told
him to start with track 9. That was "Baby Come Over"
by Samantha Mumba. It had a nice beginning, so I knew
it would make a good kick off song. Skye agreed with
his usual "you got it cheif," then proceeded to
introduce me.

"All right ya'll. Alot of you have been asking about
this kid all day. Well wait no longer. Give it up for
Anson's own Ethan Christiansen,"

The restaurant erupted in applause, with Ashley
leading the way. I looked out at the crowd and noticed
Doyle sitting behind the cash register. He gave me a
thumbs up and tipped his soda at me. I smiled back and
gave Skye the signal to start. He clicked the button,
and the music started.

"Baby come on over, tonight We can make it all right
Take a piece of my heart And go from the start,"

"You say that you want me Again and Again You say that
you need me To be more than just your friend So I
thought about it And maybe you're right I've been
checking your records And they seem all right....."

As I finished the song, the entire restaurant erupted
in applause. I took a second to enjoy it, then held up
6 fingers to Skye. He caught what I meant, because the
music to "Hurt So Good" by John Mellencamp started.

* * *

As I belted out the last note to I Still Believe, it
was time for my intermission. I said thank you to the
crowd, then walked over to Ashley's table, where Doyle
stood. As I approached, he disappeared back to the
bar. He reappeared with a bottled water, and brought
it over to me.

"Thanks," I said taking a big gulp of the water. "Have
four of these ready after I do the Whitney song,"

"Will do," He laughed, pulling up a chair next to our
table.

"You were smoking," Ashley said, clapping hands with
me.

"I'm glad, saying as before tonight the only of these
songs I'd sang was I Still Believe,"

"I told you you'd be great," She said smugly.

I just nodded my head and began to stare out the
window. It was then I noticed the limo pull into the
parking lot. 'Its Kelly coming to take her fans back,'
I laughed to myself. But it wasn't, the woman who
stepped from the limo was blonde, while Kelly was a
red head. Whoever it was was pretty important, as she
was followed by two bodyguards. I looked intently at
her for a few seconds, trying to place the feeling of
familiarity I was getting from her. Then it struck me,
she looked like Jessica Simpson.

"Guys, look," I said, pointing at the table where the
blonde now sat. "She looks just like Jessica Simpson,"


"Could be her," Doyle said. "She's been here before,"

I couldn't believe my ears. My favorite singer, the
pride of Texas had been to my place of employment. But
there was now way this woman was her. She didn't look
100% like Jessica. Something was different. Couldn't
tell you what though. I dismissed all thoughts of
Jessica from my mind, and took a big swig from my
water. I screwed the cap back on then slid out from
the table. I returned to the stage, and walked up to
Skye.

"Do I get 12 songs tonight?" I asked

"Oh yeah. I don't think they're going anywhere. How do
you want the rest, so we don't need the little
signals,"

"Umm, gimme 1, 11, 7, 8, and end it with 12,"

"You got it cheif,"

I just shook my head at him and laughed to myself
about his constant use of the phrase "you got it
cheif," I took a deep breath and waited for the music
to start. I noticed Mick emerge from the office and
start talking to the blonde as the music to "Alone in
Love" started to play.

* * *

The rest of the set went great. I got a standing
obation after both "Tu Solo Tu" and "I Will Always
Love You." I went out with Irresistable, which the
entire restaurant sang along with. Like I said before,
Jessica was the pride of Texas, so its no surprise
everyone knew the words. After I had finished, Skye
announced I'd be signing autographs, which I didn't
know I'd be doing. But don't get me wrong, I wasn't
upset about it. Hero worship was something I could
easily get used to.

Much to my surprise, almost every person in the
restaurant came up for an autograph. After I had
signed almost 50, I stopped paying much attention and
just asking who to make it out to. That was how I
didn't notice the mystery blonde and Mick walk up.

"Who do I make it out to?" I asked, finishing up with
a previous autograph.

"Jessica," The blonde replied.

For some reason, I had yet to look up to see who I was
speaking to. I was just starting to write "To Jessica"
when the blonde continued to speak.

"Jessica Simpson,"

If my mind had been working correctly at all, I
would've remembered about the blonde. But I thought it
was just some jerk playing a joke. I looked up and was
prepared to say "Ha Ha very funny," But as I lifted my
head the blonde removed her sunglasses. It was then I
noticed that the blonde was indeed Jessica Simpson.

I was instantly in shock. Mick must've noticed,
because he took it upon himself to do the
introductions.

"Jessica, this is Jensen's newest star Ethan,"

"Nice to meet you. You were amazing," Jessica said
extending her hand.

As soon as I heard that, the shock disappeared. Any
time I got complimented on my music, my ego took over.
And Jessica Simpson or not, I was going to enjoy the
compliment.

"Thank You," I said, trying my best to disguise my
star struck-ness. "I hope I did Irresistable justice,"


"Oh you did. That sealed the deal,"

"What deal?"

"You are amazing Ethan. I haven't heard a voice like
yours since 2000. I'd love to pitch you to my record
label,"

More than anytime in the last days, I completely
expected to awake still in my bed. I was convincing
myself inside my mind that this wasn't real. I just
couldn't believe that Jessica Simpson wanted to pitch
me at her record company. My life was very quickly
becoming too good to be true. 'This is real,' I told
myself. 'That really is Jessica Simpson standing in
front of you. Go for it,'

"Are you serious?" I asked. It was about the way I was
feeling.

"100%. Columbia has been looking for a new teen pop
star, and you definently fit the bill,"

I once again drifted off to my own little world. I
felt like I should be jumping for joy, but for some
reason I was still in shock. But can you blame me.
Every dream I had ever had it seemed, had come true at
Jensen's in the last few days. First there was the
show, and then Doyle, and now Jessica Simpson wanted
to pitch me at her record label. I didn't know what I
did to deserve all this, but inside I was thanking
whatever it was.

"So what'd do you say?" Jessica asked, snapping me
from trance.

"Definently," I said coming back to reality.

"Great," She returned. "Now all we need is a demo,"

"I've got one. Though I'm not sure how good it is. I
recorded it in my bedroom,"

"Well I'll tell you what, if its okay with your
parents, I'll take you with me to Dallas to my studio.
We can record a demo for you there,"

Thoughts of horror began to swarm through my mind when
I remembered that my mom was in Houston. But
thankfully I remembered about Aunt Caitlyn. I knew for
sure she would give me the permission. She was the one
that always convinced my mom to enter me in the talent
competitions as a kid. She was my biggest supporter I
suppose. All I had to do was make one phone call, and
I was on my way to work in the studio with Jessica
Simpson!

"It won't be a problem," I said

"Great. Why don't you give me your phone number, and I
will call you in the morning to tell you what's going
on," She returned

"Okay," I said, jotting down my phone number on the
autograph I had started to her.

"I look forward to working with you," She said,
folding the paper and putting it in her jacket pocket.
"I'll see you in the morning,"

"Thank you so much," I said, extending my hand.

"Its my pleasure," She said, shaking my hand.

With that, Jessica Simpson and her two bodyguards made
their way to the exit. I continued to stare out the
window, still barely believing that this had happened
to me. Not only was I getting pitched at the most
successful record label in history, but I got to work
with Jessica Simpson in the studio. My life really was
too good to be true.

Ashley, amazingly had stayed calm as she listened to
the entire conversation standing behind me. As soon as
she saw Jessica's limo pull away, she started jumping
around like a weirdo. If it were humanly possible, I
would think she was more excited than I. But that
wasn't humanly possible, this was no doubt the
greatest day of my life. But as I caught a glimpse of
Doyle walking over to me, I knew there was only one
way I could make it better. I would have to lose my
shadow (Ashley) before any of that happened though.
But I knew she would completely understand. I pulled
her off to the side, and explained my plans. She just
laughed, called me a slut, and then announced her
departure. Her being the last "customer" in the
restaurant, Mick locked the doors behind her. The
restaurant was all but empty, except for myself, Mick,
Doyle and Skye. I gave a glimpse at my watch, and
noticed it was already 10 past midnight. I had better
get home and call Aunt Caitlyn before she went to bed.
All that was left for me to do here was convince Doyle
to come over later.

"Well, I'm outta here," I said, walking up behind the
cash register and depositing my empty water bottle in
the trash.

"All right. Good luck with Jess," Mick yelled from the
office.

"Thanks," I said, walking up to Doyle, who was wiping
down the table I had signed autographs at. "Walk me
out?" I said, trying to flirt without being too
obvious, as Skye was only feet away.

"Okay," Doyle replied

He followed behind me towards the door, stopping to
deposit his rag back in the sink. He grabbed the keys
to the door from behind the cash register, and
announced to Mick he would be back in to finish up
after he walked me out. Mick asked why he had to walk
me out, and Doyle answered smartly he had to borrow my
Science notes. Mick said okay, and Doyle and I began
the walk to my car.

"You were really great tonight," He said, as we
stepped outside.

"Thanks," I said. "Jessica Simpson wants me to record
a demo for her record label," I said, leaning against
my car.

"Really? That's awesome!" Doyle exclaimed, grasping me
into a hug.

As I wrapped my arms around him, I felt his breath on
my neck. As the hug pulled apart, I felt his hand slip
underneath my chin. I shuddered as I felt his lips
connect softly with mine. God, the feelings I got when
I kissed this man. They are indescribable, but all of
them good. He giggled lightly as our kiss pulled
apart.

"I have that affect on you don't I?" He said softly,
placing his hands on my hips.

"Yeah," I giggled back. "You know this has been a
pretty great day for me,"

"I'd say, your first show, and Jessica Simpson shows
up and wants to pitch you to her record label," He
said, hopping on the hood of my car.

"There is only one way it can get better," I said,
standing infront of him.

Even in the dark of night I could see the sparkle of
his eyes. He looked so cute, in his Jensen's T-Shirt,
which was at least one size too small. The fabric of
the shirt clung to his body, revealing a beautifully
muscular torso. Everything about him was so beautiful.
Any little voice that was telling me this was wrong
completely disappeared with a single glance at Doyle.

"How's that?" He asked

"If you come over," I said, as flirtatious as
possible.

In the moonlight, I noticed a devlish grin come to his
face. He didn't speak in return, but pulled me to him
and kissed me. Our tongues touched lightly this time,
and it was him that shuddered. My un-removable smile
was back as our kiss pulled away.

"I'll be there," He said, hopping off the hood of my
car. "With bells on,"

"Those bells, among other things won't stay on long,"
I said, deciding to get brave and run my hand up his
leg, stopping at his crotch. I could feel the
beginnings of a hardon as my hand reached its
destination. Good to know I wasn't the only one turned
on by all of this.

He pulled me to him and kissed me once more. Our
tongues wrestled for a few seconds, and then our lips
pulled apart. As I turned with him towards the
building, I thought I saw someone standing in front of
the window. I assured myself that they wouldn't be
able to see anything through the stained glass. I
kissed Doyle one final time, and told him I'd be
waiting at my house. I got in my car and started the
engine. He leaned in through my window and kissed me
one more time, then ran inside. I pulled out from the
parking lot and made a rush to get home. Instead of
waiting until I got home, I called Aunt Caitlyn from
my cell phone. As expected, she gave me permission and
said she'd call school and excuse me. She wished me
good luck, and our conversation ended.

When I arrived home, thankfully my mother was still
gone. I walked inside, and shut the screen door behind
me, leaving the actual door open for Doyle. I walked
back to my bedroom and plopped down onto the bed. I
yelled thank you at the top of my lungs, at the air, I
guess. My life was quickly becoming perfect. I was
never much of a believer in luck, but after the
happenings the last 5 days, my views quickly changed.
I mean, anything I had ever asked for had come true. I
had a job, that payed me to sing in front of people
who loved my voice. My hero, the pride of Texas,
Jessica Simpson was taking me to her personal studio
to record a demo she can give to the most successful
record label in history. And I was about the have sex
with a drop dead gorgeous man. There was no possible
way for this night to get better.

I was pretty relaxed by the time Doyle arrived. I was
sitting in the living room, watching my collection of
Jessica Simpson videos when I heard the light knock on
the screen door. I hopped up from my seat, and went to
let him in. I greeted him with a kiss, and led him
back to my bedroom. I was starting to get nervous now.
I took a seat on the bed, and Doyle sat next to me. We
were back where we had been on our first day together,
the awkward staring. We were completely silent, except
for the occasional nervous laughter. I decided to take
things into my own hands, and leaned over and kissed
him. This was all the encouragement Doyle needed, as
his kisses were returned with incredible passion. I
laid back on the bed, and Doyle followed, our kissing
never ceasing. As they had our first make out session,
his kisses began to travel slowly down my jawline. I
began to run my fingers softly through his hair, and
then lightly across the back of his neck. As my
fingers connected with his neck, I felt him shudder
lightly.

"Found the spot," He laughed lightly, pausing and
looking at me.

I giggled in return, and stared deep into his
sparkling green eyes. There was still a hint of
nervousness in his eyes. I grasped his hand in mine as
he started to speak.

"I've like, umm, never done this before. So I don't
really know what to do," He laughed slightly, dropping
his gaze from mine.

"Well that makes two of us," I replied, squeezing his
hand reassuringly. "So we'll have to wing it,"

He laughed at the finish of my statement, and raised
his eyebrows suggestively. I sat up once more and
brought my lips to his. He this time lay back on the
bed. I followed, straddling him but not once removing
my lips from his. I then began to concentrate my
attention on his neck, sucking at it lightly. He then
began to slide his hands slowly up my shirt. I moaned
out softly as his fingertips touched lightly against
my skin. I sat up from his neck long enough to remove
my shirt, then dove right back to his neck. His
fingers began to trace lightly across my back, sending
goosebumps all over my body. My lips then returned to
his, as he took me over on the bed.

His kisses paused as he sat up and began to slowly
remove his shirt. I could feel the beginnings of a
hardon as my eyes caught first glimpse of his
beautiful torso. He then returned his lips to mine.
The feeling I got as our bare chests touched sent
chills all down my spine. His kisses began to migrate
slowly down my neck, to my chest, and then stopping on
my nipples. He began to run his tongue slowly around
the right, the switched to the left. My cock was now
rock hard, straining against the fabric of my jeans. I
could feel Doyle's cock pressing persistently against
my leg and his tongue massage of my nipples continued.
As his lips returned to mine, I grasped his crotch
with my hand. I then began to fumble with the button
on his jeans, eventually succeeding in unfastening it.
I unzipped slowly, and Doyle pushed them slowly to the
floor. He kicked them off, and stood before me in only
his boxers. I paused for a second to reflect on how
beautiful Doyle was. Everything about him was
beautiful, even his boxers. He then reached down and
quickly unbuttoned my jeans. As he had with himself,
he pulled them down slowly. I kicked them off, and
motioned him back to me.

Our kissing resumed, as I moved with him as he lay
back on the bed. I this time took my kisses slowly
down his neck, down his chest, down his abs. As I
reached the waistband of his shorts, I paused and took
a deep breath. I then tucked my fingers into the
waistband, and pulled his boxers slowly down, exposing
his now throbbing hard 7 inches. I grasped his cock in
my hands, and he moaned out lightly. I began to jerk
up slowly, causing Doyle to squirm in my grasp. He
really seemed to be enjoying himself, as was I. I felt
like I had the whole world in my hands, so to speak.
Having control is a great great thing.

As I continued to jerk his rock hard cock, I decided
to take things to the next level. I slowly brought my
mouth to his cock, allowing just the head to enter. He
moaned out loudly this time. I felt his hands begin to
caress my hair, as I allowed more of this beautiful
cock to enter my mouth. I didn't know what I liked
better, me sucking him off, or the feeling of his
hands in my hair. I felt so conncted to this man. Most
say love at first sight can't happen, well it did to
me. I loved Doyle, and there was no way I could deny
it.

As I continued to suck him off, I started to play
around with his balls. This coaxed a loud moan from
him, and he thrust up into my mouth. I could taste his
precum dripping onto my tongue. This was so amazing.
But it was about to get better.

"Get up on the bed," Doyle moaned. "I want to do you,"


I removed his cock from my mouth, long enough to
remove my boxers and lay next to him on the bed. I
myself was now throbbing hard, my dick reaching its
full 6 inches. Doyle turned on his side, and I dove
quickly back to work on that beautiful dick. As my
cock entered Doyle's mouth, I moaned out loudly over
his cock. I thought sucking him off was fun, well it
was nothing like getting sucked off. Feelings I had
never experienced in my life were shooting all
throughout my body. I started once more to massage
Doyle's balls, which caused him to thrust up into my
mouth. As he thrust into my mouth, I felt my cock slip
all the way in. That almost pushed me over the edge,
but I was able to hold on. That was the first time I
was aware of how badly I wanted to taste his cum. I
had tried my own before (Don't lie, you know you have
too) and I wasn't a big fan. But something told I
would like Doyle's, probably because it was coming
from the man I was in love with. I could feel his
balls beginning to rise, which caused me to increase
my sucking. I wasn't worried a bit about coming
myself, because I was almost certain that the second
his cum hit my tongue, I too would unload. It was only
seconds after that thought, that I felt him thrust
once more into my mouth, and felt his cum hitting my
tongue. It was salty, but a wonderful taste in my
mind. As I felt the last drip from his cock hit my
tongue, I too reached orgasm. I allowed Doyle's
quickly softening cock escape from my mouth, and fall
back on the bed, exhausted.

We both lay silent for a minute or so. Doyle then sat
up on the bed, and I followed. He grasped my hands in
his, and brought them to his mouth and kissed them
gently. My irremovable smile returned, and I leaned
over and kissed him softly.

"You are so beautiful Ethan," He spoke softly.

"Me?" I asked. I had never been called beautiful
before, so it was kind of a shock to hear. "Have you
looked at yourself lately?" I asked. "You are so
perfect,"

He laughed lightly, and we shared one of the most
amazing kisses we had at that point. One of those
kisses that, minutes after it has ended, you can still
feel it on your lips. As seemed customary as of late,
Doyle and I sat for minutes, just staring at each
other. Only difference this time, we were naked. But
neither of us seemed to notice. It was so amazing to
be with him, he could've worn a pink tu-tu and I
wouldn't have cared. I was so deeply in love.

"Ethan," Doyle said, breaking our silence. "I have
something important to tell you,"

He had returned to his unreadable self. That made me
think that it was something he could control, which
made it even worse.

"What?" I asked, unsure of what to expect.

"I love you,"

Without even a moments hesistation, I reached over and
kissed him. Like the sissy I am, I felt a tear come to
my eye. I knew I loved him, but to know that he felt
the same way made the feeling so much better.

"I love you too Doyle,"

This time instead of kissing, he pulled me into an
embrace. We stood there for minutes, hugging, naked as
the day we were born. I felt so conncted with him. I
never ever wanted this feeling to end. More than
getting the Jensen's show, even more than the whole
Jessica thing, this made me the happiest I had ever
been. As that old song goes, love is a many splendored
thing.

After almost five minutes, our embrace seperated, and
we began to get dressed. I noticed Doyle staring at me
as I slipped my clothes back on. And even as self
conscious as I was, that didn't faze me. He could
stare all day if he wanted to, he loved me and I loved
him.

After we had gotten dressed, we sat back on the bed
and turned on the radio. Jessica Simpson was on, which
got a slight chuckle from both of us. I felt his hand
slowly grasp mine, and I just looked over and smiled.
He leaned over and kissed me lightly. I just stared at
him, taking in every little bit of this perfect man.
Like the way his dark red hair was all mussed, the way
his green eyes never seemed to stop sparkling, even
the slight dimple on his right cheek when he smiled,
it was all beautiful.

"Doyle," I said, breaking our silence. "Will you stay
with me tonight?" I don't know what possessed me, but
I just didn't want him to leave. And I knew tomorrow
was a school day, but if I got to skip he should too,
just so we could be together a little while longer.

"I'd love to," He said, leaning over and kissing me
lightly.

And that was all that was really said about that.
After our kiss parted, I lay down on his still bare
chest and closed my eyes. I felt him reach for the
bedside lamp and switch it off. He hugged me tight to
him, and let out a contented sigh. I followed suit,
sighing contentedly, and adjusting my head on his
chest. I heard Doyle whisper lightly 'I love you' as
the sleep began to take me over. That was the last
thing I heard until the phone rang the next morning.

* * *

I stumbled tiredly from bed and made my way to the
ringing phone. I picked it up and spoke "Hello"
quitely, as to not wake Doyle.

"Is this Ethan?"

"Yes,"

"Hello Ethan. This is Bryce, Jessica Simpson's
personal assistant," The man spoke to me on the other
end of the phone.

For the first time that morning, I remembered about
Jessica Simpson, and me leaving for Dallas to record
my demo today. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and
spoke in my 'I've been awake for minutes, but you
think hours/' tone.

"I've been waiting for the call all morning," I spoke

"Well everything is set. If you give me your address,
we'll send the car right over to pick you up,"

"Could you give me like an hour, I've got some stuff I
have to take care of," I said, looking over at Doyle's
angelic face. In truth, I really did have something to
take care of. There was an incredibly beautiful man in
my bed.

"Okay. Lets say 9?"

I glanced over at the clock and noticed it only said
7:15. And I said I had been waiting all morning. This
guy must think I get up at 4:30 or something.

"Nine is great. And my address is 441 West Forest,"

"Okay. See you then,"

"Bye,"

"Bye Bye,"

I switched off the phone and set it back on its base.
I walked back over to the bed and sat on the edge. I
ran my finger softly across Doyle's cheek. As
beautiful as I thought he was awake, he was 10 times
that when he was sleeping. I really didn't want to
wake him. I wanted to sit there, and savor the feeling
of knowing that he was all mine. But I didn't think it
would bode well for my mother to come home and find
some strange boy in just a pair of boxers laying in
her son's bed. I nudged him softly in the shoulder and
spoke quietly in his ear.

"Doyle, its time to get up,"

He turned over onto his back and looked up at me. He
blinked a couple of times, trying to focus on me
through the bright Texas sun shining through my
window. When he had gotten his sight, he looked up and
me and smiled brightly. I leaned down and kissed him
softly, then spoke again.

"Morning beautiful,"

"Mm, morning," He said in a gruff morning voice.

Call me crazy, but I found that voice so incredibly
sexy I could've melted right then and there. I looked
down at him and pushed his bangs off his forehead. He
giggled slightly at me then set up in the bed.

"What time is it?" He asked in that same voice. If he
kept talking like that, I was going to have a hard
time controlling myself.

"Its 7:19. Jessica called, they'll be here at nine to
get me and whisk me away to Dallas,"

"So in other words, get your ass ready and get to
school, right?"

"Umm basically, yeah," I laughed.

"All right," He yawned. "One question first,"

"What's that?,"

"Can I borrow some clothes?"

"Of course," I replied. "Won't your parents worry if
you don't show up this morning though?"

"My parents don't give a fuck about me," He stated
matter of factly. "I could stay gone all week long, as
long as I'm there to pay them their rent money on
Friday,"

This was the first time I had heard Doyle talk about
his parents. And I can say I was a bit surprised to
hear it. It didn't seem to sadden him, but it did me.
I guess because I shared such a good relationship with
my mother, it hurt me to know that everyone else
didn't have the same. And I was also a bit surprised,
knowing he was from the same family as Ashley.
Ashley's family was like the poster family for what
American families should be. It all came as a surprise
to me, but I tried to vaquish it quickly from my mind,
as so he wouldn't think I was judging him.

"Oh," was all I replied to the family thing. "You can
take whatever you want. Shower's across the hall,"
Typical me, perfect with changing subjects quickly.

"Thanks baby," He said leaning down and kissing me
quickly, then making his way towards the bathroom.

This was the first time Doyle had called me baby, and
needless to say I was beaming about it. It was
starting to occur to me that I was actually in a
relationship. But it could not be a more perfect one.
Doyle made me feel like I had never felt before in my
life. I knew, no matter how bad I could be feeling,
that a just a glimpse of his smile would make me feel
better. In such a short time, he had found the key to
my heart, unlocked it, and moved in. But I was in no
way complaining. He could stay there for as long as he
wanted, which cliche as it may sound, I hoped was
forever.

I was still laying on my bed, reveling in the
wonderfulness of my life when Doyle returned to my
bedroom. I looked up and noticed him dripping wet,
clad in only a towel. I could feel myself become
instantly hard. The water clung to his muscular frame,
making him almost shine. I could've stayed staring at
him for days, but his voice snapped me back from my
trance.

"Shorts?" He asked, smiling brightly.

"I'll get em," I said, hopping to my feet and walking
to my dresser. I dug into my underwear drawer and
pulled out a pair of red silk boxers. Something in my
head (or other organs) told me that Doyle would look
great in them. I handed them to him, and he
suggestively raised his eyebrows at me. "Here, try
these,"

"Pervert," He joked, grabbing them from my hand.

I just laughed, and watched with great interest as he
untucked the towel from his waist. He let it drop
quickly to the floor, then began to slowly slip the
boxers on, almost teasingly. God, he was so beautiful.
Every inch of his body was perfect. There wasn't an
ounce of fat on his 6'2" frame. If ever an adonis
walked the earth, he was standing in my bedroom this
very moment. As the boxers met his waist he began to
walk over to me. He put his hand underneath my chin
and kissed me. As our toungues touched, I felt
shockwaves shoot throughout my entire body. This was
no doubt the best kiss we had shared. It contained so
much passion, and so much love. I was beginning to
love him even more with each kiss we shared. As our
kisses parted, he spoke the words I lived to hear.

"I love you," He said softly, looking directly into my
eyes.

"I love you too," I replied, grasping his hand in
mine.

"But I had better get dressed if I wanna make it on
time," He said, slipping his hands from mine.

"Okay," I said, continuing to watch him as he walked
towards my closet.

As he pulled a pair of khaki's and a bright green
button up shirt from my closet, I realized I had just
reached another milestone. I hadn't let anyone borrow
my clothes in like 4 years. I became stingy with my
clothes after I let my cousin Kyle borrow my favorite
outfit to wear to a school dance, and he got it caught
on fire. But hey, can you really blame me for that?
But I trusted Doyle. I would trust him with my life.
So letting him borrow my clothes brought absolutely no
problem.

After he had put the clothes on, he walked to my
dresser and snatched up my deordarant. He slipped on a
few quick strokes then began to survey my cologne. To
my delight, he grabbed my bottle of Preferred Stock. I
absolutely loved that smell on guys. He walked over to
me and put his hands on my waist. He kissed me lightly
on the lips and then twice on the neck, and ending
with a kiss to my forehead. Something about the
forehead one was just so comforting. He removed his
hands from my hips then smiled at me.

"I gotta go,"

"I know," I said, feeling somewhat sad.

"You knock em dead in Dallas. And call me when you get
home?"

"I'll call you when I'm on my way home," I said,
kissing him one more time.

"Bye baby,"

"Bye,"

We kissed one more time, then he walked out of my
bedroom. I listened for the front door shutting, and
his car starting then made my way to the bathroom. I
grabbed a towel and set it on the counter, and began
to disrobe. I flicked the shower on and quickly
stepped under the water. The radio, which had already
been on began to play one of my favorite songs, Mariah
Carey's "Never Too Far." I sang it with all the
passion in my body, imagining I was singing to Doyle.
As the song came to an end, so did my shower. I
stepped from the shower and quickly dryed off. I
slipped the towel around my waist and walked back to
my bedroom. I slipped on a pair of boxers, then dug in
the closet for the perfect outfit. I eventually yanked
a pair of khaki's and a silver silk button up shirt. I
slipped them on then walked back to the bathroom. I
quickly did my hair, then walked back to my bedroom
yet again. I slipped on some deordarant, and a few
quick shots of Tommy cologne. I grabbed a pair of
socks, then went to the living room to await for
Jessica Simpson and company to arrive.

* * *

Much to my surprise, I didn't allow my excitement to
be seen when Jessica Simpson arrived. She herself came
to the door. I acknowledged her as if she were an old
friend, then grabbed my jacket and my songbook then
made my way to the limo. Inside, I was dying with
excitement as she explained to me what we would be
doing in Dallas. She herself would be producing the
tracks. But it was up to me what I wanted to record.
She asked what I wanted to record, and if I had any
songs of my own. I showed her my songbook, and she
looked it over with great interest.

"I had no idea you wrote your own material," She
stated, flipping through the pages of my songbook.
"How long have you been writing?"

"As long as I can remember," I replied. "Music has
always had my interest,"

"That's great. Record labels really like artists who
write their own material, especially teenagers.
Columbia hasn't had a teen that has written all their
material since Mariah."

"So you really think I have a chance of getting a
deal?"

"I wouldn't have brought you here if I didn't. I'm
going to do my best to make sure you get one,"

"Thank you so much. But can I ask one question?"

"Sure,"

"Why are you so insistent on helping me?"

"That's simple," She replied, removing her sunglasses.
"I was discovered at Jensen's,"

That came completely from left field. Never in my 17
years in Anson had I heard Jessica Simpson was
discovered there. As I've said before, she was the
pride of Texas. Not a day went by that she wasn't
mentioned in the news somehow or another. But come to
think of it, not much had been mentioned on how she
got her break.

"Seriously? I had never heard that before,"

"I was 16, and had just sent my demo's out. Mick and
My dad were roommates in college, so my dad asked if I
could perform there when the record label came to see
me. Mick said yes, and the rest is history,"

"That's totally awesome," I replied. "So what made you
come back to Jensen's after all this time?"

"Mick called me and told me about you. He knew how
desperate Columbia was for the next big teen star, and
he knew my connections. So I came to check you out.
And you blew me completely out of the water,"

I smiled brightly at her and thought for a second on
what had just been said. Mick had called her. About
me. That man could easily be considered the greatest
person I had ever met. He had already done so much for
me, and I had known him less than a week. He had heard
two songs from me before offering me my own show. And
not only that, he had called Jessica Simpson, about
me. That man was definently getting a thank you of
some sort when I got home.

The rest of the ride to Dallas was pretty uneventful.
Jessica and I spent most of the time going over my
songs. I taught her the melody for most of them, and
she would sing them back. Never in my wildest dreams
did I ever believe that Jessica Simpson would be
singing my songs. And not just singing them, but
complimenting me on how great they were. She even said
she'd help me get them published. I couldn't explain
why, or who, but there was definently someone upstairs
looking out for me. Actually maybe I could explain it,
I'm sure it was my grandpa. He had rallied for my
mother to send out demos from the time I turned 10.
'He could be the next Aaron Carter,' He'd always say.
Of course, she would never do it. She wanted me to
live a normal childhood. Well, I'd done that. Its time
for me to live my dream now.

* * *

I felt like a kid in a candy store when I stepped into
the studio. Jessica introduced me to the engineers,
saying "this is the kid I was telling you about,"
After the introductions were made, they asked me what
songs I wanted to record. I hadn't really thought
about it. I could just do the songs I had done for my
show. But a few of them weren't the direction I really
wanted to go with for a demo. I really had no idea
what way I should go with for a demo. Since they had
all been around the business for so long, I left the
decision to them.

"You have an amazing range," Jessica started, sitting
down in front of me. "Ballads would probably be a
smart way to go,"

"Yeah, but not just ballads. He's gotta have at least
a few up tempo's," One of the engineers, Robby,
explained.

"And he should definently do some of his own material.
You guys gotta check these songs out," Jessica said,
passing my song book around the room.

The engineers read over my songs, and complimented me
rather generously. They suggested which songs of my
own I should record, due to the easier instrumentals.
I had never completed a song I didn't like, so any one
they would've picked I would've agreed to. They
could've probably told me to record the Macarena and I
would've agreed. They were professionals, and I was
living my dream, so any advice they had for me I was
going to take.

After they had finished reading over my songs, it was
time to start the actual recording. We had decided on
my songs I Miss You, I Think I've Found Heaven, Final
Goodbye and I Once Loved You. The rest of the songs
were going to be cover songs, to show my vocal range.
And what better songs to do that, than songs from
Whitney Houston, Mariah Carey, and Jessica herself. I
Will Always Love You was of course thrown in, as well
as Whitney's song I Have Nothing. Mariah's songs
occupied most of the slots, with Never Too Far,
Fantasy, Someday, Love Takes Time, I Still Believe and
Hero. And rounding out the demo, we did Jessica's
songs Irresistable and When You Told Me You Loved Me.
And at Jessica's request, I recorded Tu Solo Tu. She
insisted that my being bilingual would appeal to the
record label.

I was in absolute euphoria the entire time I was
recording. The session went for in excess of twelve
hours, with only an hour break for lunch, and about 20
minutes for dinner. I could've kept going all night.
Being in the studio, listening to the direction of
Jessica Simpson, and belting my heart out into the
microphone was beyond anything I had ever imagined.
Though by the end of the night my voice was close to
being gone, the final product was well worth it. I
realized fully for the first time, that my dream had
really become true as the demo began to play back to
me. As the last note of When You Told Me You Loved me
(Which wound up being the final track) Jessica's voice
came through the speakers.

"I think we nailed it," She spoke to me, giving me the
thumbs up from behind the glass.

I just smiled and returned the thumbs up. I walked
back into the studio, and was greeted by a hug from
Jessica, which caught me by surprise, but was nice
nonetheless. She seemed just as happy as I was. The
rest of the engineers congratulated me on a job well
done, most of them saying that there was no doubt in
their minds I was the next big star. I just smiled at
that statement, thinking inside my mind 'God I hope
so.' I was given a copy of the demo, as was Jessica.
Mine was for my own enjoyment, hers was to be given to
the head of Columbia Records. After the demos had been
dispensed, we said good bye to the engineers and made
our way to the waiting limo.

Jessica and I talked like old friends on our drive to
the hotel. She was insisting that she would be able to
get me signed. I just kept saying I hoped so, and
thanking her repeatedly. She insisted it was her
honor, and that seeing me succeed would be thanks
enough for her. I promised that if I got signed I
would have a special dedication on the album to her. I
refused to say when, I didn't want to jinx myself. But
the way I was feeling at that moment, everything
could've fell through with the record label, and I
still would've been happy. I had spent hours in the
studio with Jessica Simpson, and engineers that helped
her on her way to one of the greatest careers ever. I
got to record a demo, with some of my own songs,
played by professional musicians. And at home, I had a
wonderful, beautiful boyfriend. I just smiled at the
thought of Doyle. I knew how happy he would be when he
got to hear the demo the next day. I couldn't wait to
get home to see him. I missed him, already. But,
that's love for you.

When we arrived at the hotel, we checked in and
Jessica and I made our way to our respective rooms.
The perfectness of the day was added to even more as I
stepped into the room, which was actually a suite. A
penthouse suite. I was seriously beginning to think
Jessica Simpson was an angel, sent to help me realize
my dream. That may or may not have been true, but one
thing was for sure, she would forever hold a place in
my heart.

After I had enjoyed the benefits of the suite; such as
the free bathrobe, the balcony with a leather sofa and
candles surrounding it, and the luxurious canopy bed,
I dropped to my knees at the foot of the bed and
thanked God for the blessings he had bestowed upon me
these past days. I thanked him for everything I could
think of, From Doyle, to Jessica, to the really good
Snapple I had had at school on Monday. I finished up
with my usual 'Tell my Grandpa I miss him,' said amen
and jumped into the bed. I buried myself under the
covers, feeling happier than I ever had in my life. I
said thank you one final time, and drifted quickly off
to sleep.