Date: Fri, 23 Jun 2000 23:21:09 MDT
From: . . <sec_ko@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Hot and Humid"

The usual legal jargon, get the hell outta here if you don't belong or don't
care to read :P.

I don't claim to know anything about any of the celebrities mentioned in
this story.  This is a work of fiction nothing more.



	He strode out into the night are and paused momentarily to orientate
himself with his surroundings.  He wasn't used to the humidity of Florida
and as such it still bothered him slightly.  The bar had been quiet tonight
and no one was all that interesting anyway so without a word to anyone he
returned to his apartment room and in the process he managed to knock over a
good many useless things before finally collapsing in a sweaty heap on his
bed.


HOT AND HUMID

	I awoke early the next morning without much of a hang over.  I'm
not a heavy drinker (although shooters can be nice :)) but mostly I just go
to the bar for the dancing.  In case if you haven't figured it out by now
I'm gay and lonely as all hell!  I'm Ryan Collier I'm roughly eight teen
years old and I've been living in Florida for about three months now so I'm
still getting really lost, a cabbage has more of a directional sense than I
do anyway!
	The other night I went to a, "straight," bar to unwind and mingle
into the crowd.  Oh and before I forget I'm 5 11 dark brown hair with warm
brown eyes, I've been told by both sexes that I'm sharp and sexy (don't
ask) I'm nicely built and love going to the gym (swimmer's build).  Anyhow
I've been living in Florida like I already said for about three months
seeing as I've taken a year off school before continuing on.
	I recently landed a very nice job at a near art gallery (hey I'm
into art I'm just not an art fag (no pun intended)).  Anyhow I'm the tore
guide so to speak, wannabe secretary and the odd job kinda guy.  Hey it
pays the bills and besides which I love it.  (Back to reality)
	Grogilly I looked over at the clock it was almost six thirty five.
I turned to face the window and I'm still amazed to see palm trees staring
back at me considering where I'm originally from...  I managed to pull
myself together in time to stumble across the floor of my small apartment
and fall headfirst into the shower (metaphorically that is).  Almost at
once the warm pulsating jets of clear water over my tense skin began to
ease me to awake mode.
	"Dear god," I thought, "this was not where I thought I'd be when I
turned eight teen."  Life seems to be funny that way it has a habit of
dumping you off the last place that you'd ever expected to be.  I should be
happy if it wasn't for my family connections and the fact that the art
gallery was in need of extra staffing I might still be back home.  I
silently sighed to myself and finished up in the shower.
	I packed up all the stuff I'd need for work that day and a few
things extra.
	"Maybe I'll try that new club tonight," I wondered to myself.
"I'll have to call Em after work to see if she'll like to tag along.  I
threw my bag over my shoulder and locked the door on the way out, keeping
in mind to check for anything that I'd forgotten and headed for the
elevator.  Emily and I got to know each other through work in the last few
months; she works for a preferred courier service of the art gallery and
the two of us soon became good friends.  She would show up once a week with
a shipment of paper work or something er other to be put on display!  Hey!
Don't even think that, I can hear the wheels going round in yer heads :P
it's nothing like that!
	Back on track.  Emily needless to say found out about my sexual
preference as of last month and she's been trying to set me up with just
about every male friend of hers that might even in the slightest bit swing
to left or even both ways if you catch my drift.  Yes, yes I know she's
just trying to help me out but her taste in men leaves me sour, to put it
as diplomatic as I possibly can.  Sigh!
	With thoughts of my plans after work in mind I began my morning
walk to work.

	My day was, for the most part, uneventful.  Only half way through
the day did anything really happen.  I mean sure I busied myself around the
place a bit and took care of planning a few events but wee haw!  At around
four o'clock an elementary class came in to take a guided tore of the
artist's works on display.
	"Good afternoon, you must be Mr. Collier," she smiled warmly and
extended her hand which I promptly shook.
	"Pleased to meet you, you must be Mrs. Atwood and you," I gestured
to the children, "you must be her little band of munchkins for the tore."
I surveyed the children wearing my best, excited expression.  A few of the
little ones shied away with squeals of laughter and giggles.  I could tell
that this would be a pretty good day after all.  I've always love to play
with kids and try to keep them happy and interested as long as possible.
One thing that I try to do most of all is treat them like they're just like
everyone else and not to talk down to them.  (I always hated that when I
was still a kid myself)!
	The children were very well behaved under the supervision of both
their teacher and myself; however, one little boy hung back from the group.
He looked a little worried and out of place next to so much curiosity and
excitement.
	"You ok over there," I asked coming over and kneeling beside him.
	"Yeah," was all that he managed to say.  His eyes were downcast I
felt my heart sink.
	"You sure you're ok," I repeated, "cause I'm sure that all your
friends over there would love to have you join in the fun."
	"No it's not that...  It's about Justin."  He mumbled in a quiet
voice, almost to no one but himself.  I put my hand on his little shoulder
and asked.
	"Who's that," I replied in my best innocent happy voice.
	"He's my brother," replied the boy, "he said he'd be here to come
with me on my field trip, it's the last day of school and I don't get to
see him too much, -sniffle-."  The little boy had started to sob lightly
and I was a little taken aback.  I was expecting that this Justin had
broken his toy or something, boy was I wrong.
	"Hey I'm sure that he's just busy and maybe he can't get away, I'm
sure that he's REAL sorry for missing your field trip," I stated as I
placed a finger under his chin.  "Now let's catch up to your friends and
I'm sure that your older brother will be along at any minute," I smiled as
brightly as I could.  Inside I knew that I'd be hurt too if the roles were
reversed.
	"Wow okay," the boy replied is face suddenly brightened as he ran
to catch up to his fellow classmates.
	For the rest of the day Jonathan, I later managed to squeeze a name
outta the little guy, got to be my special helper while Mrs. Atwood allowed
the children to explore the premises for themselves (don't worry everything
was nailed down and, "kid proof").  Jonathan got to help me clean up the
display cases and I showed him what the fake bear looks like behind the
glass.  He got to clean his nose with impressed my little cohort in crime
to no end.
	Finally the end of their visit neared.  Apparently all of the
children had arranged with their parents to be picked up at the gallery
after their visit seeing as it was the last day of school.  I guess riding
on a bus in the middle of the day in downtown Florida would'a cooked the
vast majority of the little oompa loompas in no time flat.
	My little companion and I went outside so that he could catch his
ride home along with all of his fellow classmates.  One by one each child
got picked up by his or her loving parents.  Soon the only ones left were
Mrs. Atwood, Jonathan and myself.
	"You know Mrs. Atwood, you..."
	"Please Ryan call me Joan, Mrs. is way too formal, especially after
helping me out so much to day with my class.  They can be a handful at
times," she firmly stated.
	"Ok then Joan, why don't you head on home?  Jonathan and I can take
care of ourselves, right buddy?"
	"Right," he replied with a bright smile.  It was nice to see him in
higher spirits.
	"We'll wait here until someone comes to pick our little guy up,
won't we?"
	"Well okay then, thanks for all your help Ryan and take care," with
that she walked out to her car and took off down the highway.
	It wasn't very long before a very nice car (I'm terrible with the
makes/kinds because I really don't care :P) came speeding into the parking
lot.  A tall roughly six foot tall youth stepped out of the bat outta hell
box on wheels and came running up and embraced Jonathan warmly.  The boy
once had hair but now it was tied or braided down into an interlacing
pattern that reminded me of a soccer ball.
	"You must be Justin I take it," I grinned it was nice to see the
little guy's face light up.
	"Yup that's me thanks for taking care of my little bro, I hope he
wasn't too much trouble," he grinned, "It runs in the family".
	"No he's been great," I replied, "haven't you," I questioned as I
knelt down to Jonathan's height and smiled.
	"Yeah," he piped in excitedly, "We had lots of fun, thanks Ryan".
	"Huh, you're welcome kiddo," I smiled warmly, "just be good to your
older brother hey?"
	"I will, Bye Ryan," he called as he got into the car.  After the
door was closed Justin turned to face my direction.
	"Listen," he started, "thanks a bundle for taking care of him after
all this I'm just sorry that I didn't get to show up to be with him
something came up."  He looked off into the distance as if deeply thinking
of something while stealing looks in my direction.  Were my eyes going all
wonky?  This guy was probably straight anyway besides which I've only just
met him.  But he is damn cute...
	"Ugh," Justin started (with downcast eyes just like his younger
brother :))Aaaarrgghhh stop with the cute thingy already, "Um as a little
thank you for your trouble I'd really like it, that is if you're not doing
anything...
  I'd really like it if you could come to one of my concerts, you know as a
little thank you.  Justin was at this point a little embarrassed to say the
least.
	"concert, wha.."  I replied with a perplexed expression on my face.
	"What you mean to say that you don't recognize me?"  Justin asked
with a hurt expression on his face.
	"Ummmm," was all that I could relpy.  I was racking my brain for an
answer I mean I know that this guy looks familiar but I can't quite place
it.  As for brain farts this one was a doosy.  After a small period of
silence Justin explained.
	"Justin Randal Timberlake," he questioned.
	"Ryan Maxwell Collier," I shrugged really perplexed.
	"*N'sync..." he put in.  (Don't ask me how he said the little "*"
go figure) I nearly fell over with embarrassment.
	"Sorry," I replied, "It must've been the hair," I laughed.  "It's
enough to throw anyone off."
	"Hey, don't diss the new do," he whined as he covered up his head
in mock embarrassment.
	"Don't worry, don't worry," I hastilly replied, "I have a triple
crown I know what it's like.  But hey if we don't hurry it up your little
brother could cook in the car," I pointed to the nice new car that Justin
had driven in in.
	"Oh don't worry the AC'll take care of him, besides the poor little
guy's plan leaves in just over two hours I gotta get him home to start
packing."  He gestured with a thumb back towards his car.
	"In that case you'd better be going pretty quick."
	"I'll take that as a yes,"Justin I'll come to the free concert,"
then?"  He giggled.  I blushed three shades of crimson, innocent to the
fact that this guy that I just met was asking hitting on me as he asked me
if I'd like to go see a sold out concert tonight with him performing.
Cute, sexy and could sing?  Oh baby I've got it made!  You wish said a
little voice in the back of my head, you're living in a dream world.
	"We'll see," I thought to myself as Justin and I made plans as to
how he'd get the ticket to me.
	"Gotta go though Ryan it's been really cool meeting you, thanks for
not freaking out when you found out who I am and um for taking care of my
little brother too, take care," he flashed me a killer smile.
	"Thanks Justin I'm sure I'll love your concert, even if I am out of
place and you did twist my arm too..." I trailed off wearing my best fake
pouting expression.
	"Heh you're cute you know that," Justin replied.  He turned red as
soon as the words were uttered.
	"Thanks, you too though, see yah toight Justin and thanks."  With
that Justin drove off and I made sure to wave to them both as they passed
by.  I'm gonna have to tell all this to Emily when I get back (I feel bad
that I'leaving her out though :)).  It looks like my plans for tonight have
just changed for the better.  Even with the screaming twelve year old girls
I'll still get to see Justin perform.  Damn he's too cute it'll never
happen...

Let me know what you think.  Best wishes
(Email Sec_ko@hotmail.com)