Date: Fri, 26 Jan 2001 21:08:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Really Bigdreamer <reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dreams Can Come True chapters 15-16

You know the drill: don't read this if you are one of
the fooling:
under 18 (or 21 in some places)
this kinda stuff is illegal where u r
u find m/m stuff wrong

Also: i don't know the backstreet boys, and if i did i
wouldnt spend my time fantasizing about the, so this
story isnt meant to imply anything about them, so dont
ask...

Email me at reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com for comments.

Chapter 15: Three weeks later
	I walked from elevator to my room, I was beginning to
get sick of staying in hotels all the time. I walked
into my room and over to the phone I was going to call
Heather, my assistant, but it started to ring.
	"Hello?" I asked as I picked it up.
	"Don't hang up, Mike," I heard Brian on the other
end, "listen, you keep hanging up on me and ignoring
me. Everyone who knows you that I talk to you about
keeps saying how emotionless you've become lately,
what's wrong?"
	I hung up on him. Maybe he's right, but why the fuck
should he care? He broke my heart and I really didn't
see the point in doing anything anymore. I went onto
talk shows and put on a show, good thing I can act to
cover up how I really felt. I never really thought I
believed in love, but Brian changed all that...then he
made me believe it again. Fuck him, fuck the whole
world.
	I picked up the phone and called Heather, telling her
to cancel everything I had the next day. She told me I
had the day off anyway and I told her thanks and hung
up.
	I picked up my notepad and realized that my house
would be ready tomorrow. I had bought a $400,000 house
in the suburbs of NY and decided to have it redone.
All the furniture would be in it tomorrow. I couldn't
wait.
	There was a knock on the door. I walked over and
opened it...it was Matt...
	"What?" I asked harshly.
	"Can I come in?" he asked.
	"If you must..." I said flatly as he walked in and
closed the door.
	"Mike, I was wondering if...well..." he started.
	He put his hands behind my head and pulled my head
towards his and kissed me. The man was gorgeous, I'll
give him that, but I didn't feel the electricity that
I had had with Brian.
	I pushed him back after a couple of minutes of making
out.
	"What's wrong?" he asked.
	"You're what's wrong, Matt," I said, "you're
constantly flirting with me and its getting on my
nerves..."
	"Then maybe we should cut to the chase..." he said
flirtatiously.
	"Alright," I said, "put this around your eyes..."
	I handed his a sash, which he tied around his head.
	"Ooh, kinky," he said.
	"Don't take it off..." I said erotically, "it'll ruin
the surprise..."
	I lead him over to the door and quietly opened it,
led him into the hall, and quietly closed it. I
changed my clothes, got into bed, and turned on the
TV, `Friends' was on. I started to watch it.
	After twenty minutes I heard a knock on the door.
	"Very funny!" Matt yelled sarcastically.
	I figured he'd left so I continued watching the show,
but just kept pounding away. I decided to call
security and five minutes later I heard two other
voices outside the door and the pounding stopped.
	I figured that Matt would get the message sooner or
later, but he kept coming off like an annoying little
brother that wouldn't leave you alone...

Chapter 16: The next day
	I knew as I walked from the elevator to the room that
I was going to regret this. I knocked on the door, and
a couple of minutes later Matt answered it.
	"Sorry for yesterday, Matt," I said and turned
around. I wanted him to think I was sorry, but not
think that I was losing sleep over it, which I wasn't.
	"Come on in..." he said cheerfully.
	I walked in and looked around, there were pictures of
me everywhere...I mean EVERYWHERE!!!
	"Wow..." I said, "this is...really...creepy..."
	"Like it?" Matt asked enthusiastically.
	"No, not really," I said, "I don't like seeing my
picture on magazine covers, let alone the walls of
where I'm living..."
	"Listen, Matt," I said, "you are really weird and I
think that you should know that I find you attractive
physically, but I find you annoying when it comes to
personality. And before I date someone I have to like
them personally and find them somewhat physically
attractive...sorry, kid, but I just don't like you..."
	He looked crushed, maybe he had FINALLY got the
point.
	"I'll let myself out..." I said as I walked out.
	I walked to the elevator and began my journey home,
well to my hotel anyway.
	I didn't do anything the rest of the day, but I went
out to dinner with Heather and when I exited the
elevator and headed towards my room after dinner I
noticed someone standing in front of my door.
	"Who the hell are you?" I asked, I really couldn't
make out a face.
	"It's me," I heard a familiar and Brian stepped out
of the shadows.
	"Brian?" tears came to my eyes, but I didn't know
why.
	"Listen, Mike, baby, I'm truly sorry for what I've
done," he said crying, "and I want to start over..."
	"Hush," I said as I put my finger on his lips, "I
thought you were on tour."
	"I left," he said "I didn't tell the guys, they
would've made me wait another week until the tour was
over, but Mike I couldn't wait that long...I really love
you."
	"Brian..." I said wiping the tears from my eyes, "...I
love you too..."
	We embraced one another and kissed.
	I led him into my room and didn't notice that there
was someone standing in the shadows at the other end
of the hallway.
	"Brian," I said as I took off my coat, "I don't want
to have sex with you right now. I know that sounds
weird because I want to rip your clothes off of you
and taste you again...but, if we turn this reunion into
a sexfest then our relationship will become dependant
on it. It'll take a while but I want to rebuild our
relationship on love..."
	Just then there was a knock on the door, not thinking
I opened it without looking to see whom it was.
	A man wearing a black ski mask rushed in and pushed
me onto the bed, he closed the door behind him and
locked it.
	"What do you want?" I asked him.
	"I wanted you," he said angrily.
	"Matt?" I asked as I recognized the voice.
	"Yeah," he said taking the mask off, "I loved you
with all my heart and soul and I wouldn't given
anything for. I would have loved you forever, but NO
you had to choose him! He was the fucking asshole that
cheated on you and you still chose him over me! WHY?
WHY DID YOU CHOOSE HIM?"
	"I love him..." I said, "and he loves me."
	"I love you TOO!" he screamed, "why don't you love?"
	"Because there's something missing," I explained,
"Brian and I grew into our relationship naturally, yes
it was fast, but it was natural. You threw yourself at
me with no regrets, that isn't gonna work. Now please
give me the gun."
	I took a single step towards him and aimed it at
Brian.
	"You're not that kind of man, Matt," I pleaded with
him, "give me the gun..."
	He pulled the trigger and a single bullet made its
way through the machine and towards Brian, hitting him
in the thigh.
	"BRIAN!" I screamed with tears in my eyes.
	Matt looked on curiously as I took Brian in my arms,
he had fallen onto the bed and I sobbed
uncontrollably.
	"I..." Matt began, "I think I understand now...love links
you two in such a way that...that you can actually feel
his pain..."
	"Please stop this, Matt!" I pleaded as I stood and
moved towards him again.
	"But..." he continued, "if I kill him...the bond between
the two of you will be broken, that will make you love
me!"
	He pulled the trigger again and once again a bullet
moved towards Brian, I jumped quickly and the bulled
slammed into my left shoulder, I was thrown back and
my head hit the floor hard as I fell.
	"What?" he asked suddenly, "what are you doing, don't
you understand, Mike, I killed him you'll love me!"
	"NO I WON'T," I screamed as I pulled myself to bed
and lay on across Brian in case he fired again, "I
will NEVER love you and I never want to love you. If
you kill him...I'LL ONLY HATE YOU!"
	He looked stunned.
	"Even if the one you love is gone..." Matt stuttered,
"E-even th-then you still won't love me. I understand
now. You're taking pity on him...you don't love him, you
only pity him because he's hurt. Well if I get hurt
then you'll love me."
	Matt brought the gun to the side of his head and
pulled the trigger.
	The bullet made its way through his skull and out the
other side, his brains splattered across the wall. It
sickened me incredibly. Then I noticed it, the
pounding at the door, I'm not sure how long it had
been going on, but it finally stopped when it was
knocked down and hotel security along with the NYPD
stormed in.
	I closed my eyes as a police officer ran over to
Brian and me, who still lying on the bed.
	"I'm not sure whose blood is whose," the man yelled,
"but either one of them or both of them have lost a
lot of blood."
	I closed my eyes as more people rushed into the room
and that's the last thing I remember...

THE END

E-mail me at reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com if you have
any insight about the story...thanx for reading, it's
been a great journey...