Date: Mon, 12 May 2003 23:02:06 -0300
From: Juston Drew McCance <j_mccance81@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brian's Soulmate: Chapters One & Two

BRIAN'S SOULMATE ~
Chapter One:


LEGAL DISCLAIMERS:

If you are under 18 or not of legal age in your country, please don't read
on.  If you couldn't accept themes in the likes of homosexuality, please
don't read on.  This is a story concerning gay males having intimate
relationships and is considered FOR ADULTS ONLY due to its sexual theme and
contents.  BUT if you really like this stuff, please don't tell others.

Everything in this story is purely FICTIONAL.  Or it's not true!!!!  Even
if this story involved Backstreet Boys, all that happens here is
fictional. Again, it's not true.  I don't know anything about their
sexuality, if they're gay (but I do have my speculations) or not but I
wrote this of freedom of speech and my love for these guys. AGAIN, it's NOT
TRUE!!! But don't we all hope that it's at least true. Hehehehe.

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Hey guys and gals

Hi everyone!  This is the first chapter of BRIAN'S SOULMATE. Well, this is
a story that involves the guys of Backstreet Boys.  I hope that you like
this first installment.

A bunch of apologies for the typographical and grammatical errors found.  I
finally realized that I hate prepositions I'm having a hard time using
them!  But, I would like to hear some feed back or even suggestions as to
what you think or even what you would like to see in the next chapter of
BRIAN'S SOULMATE. Contact me at

j_mccance81@hotmail.com

Thanks a lot,

Juston

My Point of View:

	It was 8:30 in the morning on Saturday, June 8, 2002; when the
phone ringing waked me up, I figured that one of my parents would have
gotten the phone; but I soon remembered that they where gone shopping for
groceries and would not be back until a little later, so I jumped up and
ran for the phone before who every it was hung up, because I figured that
it was my grandparents calling.

	Hello, I said as I answered the phone.

	Yes, may I speak with a Mr. William McNaughton?

	May I ask who is calling? And what this is all about, I said.

	Oh I'm sorry, my name is Gregory Stevens; and I plan on offering
Mr. McNaughton a job, he said.

	Well you can start off by calling me Wil, and not Mr. McNaughton,
because that happens to be my father, I said.

	Okay then Wil, the job that I would like to offer you; would be to
work for the record label "The Firm," in which you'd be responsible for one
of the hottest boy bands in the music industry.  In other words you would
be responsible for none other than the Backstreet Boys.  Now you'd be the
groups PR Manager.  How does that sound to you Wil, he said.

	Well Greg, I would love for the opportunity, in which to be able to
work in the music industry especially for a record label such as one like
"The Firm," I said.

	That's great Wil!  How soon are you able to start for us?  Greg
asked me.

	Lets see; I said.  Well to tell you the truth I really never
thought that I was going to get offered the job as the Public Relations
Manager for the Backstreet Boys.  I just assumed that the position would
have been offered or at least given to someone within the Firm, I said to
Greg.

	Well you where wrong about that one there Wil, because Johnny and
the rest of us including the Backstreet Boys themselves where very
impressed with your resume, that you sent to us by way of the Monster.com
website.  And trust me when I say that, it was an option that was thrown
around at first by everyone in the boardroom, saying that the position
should have gone to someone within the business.  But, in the end you were
the only one that came out on top in every conversation that went around
that boardroom table, said Greg.

	Well in that case I guess that I could be at your location as soon
as you would like to have me there I said.

	(There was some silence from Greg's end!) After a few minutes, he
came back on the line asking if I could be there for the 22-23 of June
2002.  I thought about it for a couple of minutes, and then I said that I
could be there a lot sooner, if need be.  In turn Greg responded by asking
if I could be in Orlando, for the 15-16 of June 2002.  I soon told him that
it would work out just fine for me.

I said, to Greg that sounds just perfectly fine with me in every way
possible.

Alright, you've got four days to get everything ready before you are
required to be down here, Greg said.

Okay that is fine by me, I said to him.

	Umm ¼Wil, I'm going to send the corporate jet up to retrieve
you, it will be waiting for you at the Pearson International Airport.  I
will also be sending a limousine to your place to pick you up and drive you
to the airport, where it will be taking you right out on to the tarmac, so
that you can get your things checked by security and then board the jet
with out waiting for a flight no. to be called inside.  The limo will be at
your place around 3:30 p.m., and I will have the jet ready to depart from
Pearson International Airport for around no later than 5:00 p.m., said
Greg.

	That is fine by me Greg.  Now what about my belongings here in
Canada, because I do have a good number of things that are going to be
needed to be transported down here for my place when I find one that is, I
said.

	Don't worry about trying to find a place to live, that will be
taken care of for you, plus it will be furnished, with what ever it is that
you would like to have in the place for furnishings.  And besides I'm going
to have someone go up and retrieve the remainder of your tings for you and
they will be brought to your place for you, he said.

	I was stunned by that statement Greg and the guys where going to
look for a place for me to live and also furnish it for me as well, I
thought to myself that it was to good to be true, until everything was
confirmed for me when Greg asked me; So, what would you like to have in the
range of a place to live, plus furnishings any particular style, color that
you would like to have in your place Wil, he said to me over the phone?

While Wil, what are you looking for in a place to live and the color and
style of furniture, he asked me again?

	Oh, I `m sorry about that Greg, um ... what I am looking for in a
place to live would have to be big, but large enough.  So, I guess if you
could find a condo, if that is at all possible to ask for Greg, I said.
And as for the color and style of the furniture, the color would have to be
blue and white in every room in the place in the way of furniture and wood
coffee tables and end tables, I said to him, how does that sound to you
Greg.

	That sounds just great, I get a start on that right away for you so
that by the time that you get here everything will be done and waiting for
you, he said to me.

	We talked for a few more minutes; he told me that he would have
somebody at the airport to meet me when I arrived.  After a few more
minutes of chatting with Greg; we decided that we should say good-bye to
each other and hung-up the phone.



To Be Continued ...

I would greatly appreciate anyone's thoughts or ideas as to how I could
improve the stories that are going to be apart of this series.

JDMcCance Love yah

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BRIAN'S SOULMATE ~

Chapter Two:





LEGAL DISCLAIMERS:



If you are under 18 or not of legal age in your country, please don't read
on.  If you couldn't accept themes in the likes of homosexuality, please
don't read on.  This is a story concerning gay males having intimate
relationships and is considered FOR ADULTS ONLY due to its sexual theme and
contents.  BUT if you really like this stuff, please don't tell others.



Everything in this story is purely FICTIONAL.  Or it's not true!!!!  Even
if this story involved Backstreet Boys, all that happens here is
fictional. Again, it's not true.  I don't know anything about their
sexuality, if they're gay (but I do have my speculations) or not but I
wrote this of freedom of speech and my love for these guys. AGAIN, it's NOT
TRUE!!! But don't we all hope that it's at least true. Hehehehe.

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Hey guys and gals

Hi everyone!  This is the first chapter of BRIAN'S SOULMATE. Well, this is
a story that involves the guys of Backstreet Boys.  I hope that you like
this first installment.

A bunch of apologies for the typographical and grammatical errors found.  I
finally realized that I hate prepositions I'm having a hard time using
them!  But, I would like to hear some feed back or even suggestions as to
what you think or even what you would like to see in the next chapter of
BRIAN'S SOULMATE. Contact me at

j_mccance81@hotmail.com

Thanks a lot,

Juston

My Point of View Continued:

	It was around noon when my parents returned from town.  It was at
that moment that decided, that I would tell my parents about the call and
the job offer that I received this morning; it was also at that moment that
I decided that would also tell them I was gay and that I had a crush on
Brian Thomas Littrel of the Backstreet Boys.

	To my own surprise they took all the news very well, even the fact
that I was gay had been taken very well by my parents.  I twent a lot
better than I excepted it to go.  They both told me that no matter what
happened, that they would always love me and the life choice's that I made
to go along with them.

	That evening my mom took me to town, so that I could get some
luggage, along with that I purchased some clothes, a laptop with a portable
modem, not to mention a portable printer and a cellphone all of which came
with really great plans.  I also got myself a new alarm clock.

	The next few days for me and my family were very hectic, but we
managed to get through everything.  Finally the day arrived, that I would
begin my new lifestyle as the Public Relations Manager for the Backstreet
Boys.  I got up, showered, shaved and got dressed.  I also made sure that I
had everything that I was going to need to take with me.  At around 25
after 2, the limo pulled up to take me to the Pearson International
Airport.

	The driver came to the door and was greeted by my dad, who was on
his way out to the limo with my luggage, so that they could be put in the
trunk of the limo.  I on the other hand took the case that carried my
laptop, my backpack that had the portable modem and portable printer along
with my CD Player and my CD's in it.  I said my final good-byes to my
family, telling them that I would call them once I landed in Orlando or
that I would call them on my cell phone from the air.  They said, that it
would be alright, and that they all told me to keep in touch as much as
possible and when I could get the time to call them or send them an email.
I got into the limo and we got under way to the Pearson International
Airport.

	As I sat there in the back of the limo, I began to think as to how
much I was going to miss my home, my family; but, those were soon taken
away as we entered the road that lead out to the tarmac, and not to mention
the new life that was awaiting for me in Orlando.

	I looked around as I stepped out of the limo; as I did I was
approached by one of the security guards who checked all of my bags, so
that I could board the jet.  I t surprised me to know that we were an hour
and forty-five minutes ahead of schedule, I boarded the jet and the captain
was given the all clar to proceed down the runway, so we could take off
before we had to actually leave which was meant to be around five p.m. that
evening, but that didn't happen.

	For me this meant that I would be getting into Orlando a lot
earlier than already predicted, in which I figured would be somewhere
around ten or eleven p.m. that night.  But, now it is going to be around
eight or nine p.m. instead and that was according to the Captian.

	With that information I decided that I would give Greg a call, to
provide him with a heads up as to what time I was going to be landing at
the Orlando International Airport.

	"Hello!"

	"Hi Greg, it's me Wil."

	"Oh hey Wil, how is the flight going for you so far?"

	"It is going great Greg, but the reason that I am calling is
because the time for my arrival has changed to sometime around 8-9
p.m. instead of 10-11 p.m., so could you make sure that who ever it is that
is suppose to be picking me up at the airport know of the time change."

	"Why don't you tell him yourself Wil, he is just walking through
the door right at this moment."

	"Yeah sure Greg, put him on."

	"Just a minute, and then you can talk to him, okay."

	"Yeah, that is fine with me, Greg."

	"Great I'm just going to put you on hold for a couple of minutes,
is that fine with you?"

	"Yeah Greg, it is fine with me."

To Be Continued ...

I would greatly appreciate anyone's thoughts or ideas as to how I could
improve the stories that are going to be apart of this series.

JDMcCance Love yah