Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2001 20:22:22 +0000 (GMT)
From: Adam <adam_brittboy@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Misleading Misconceptions/part 1/

Title: Misleading Misconceptions
Author: Adam

Disclaimer: I do not know the sexual orientation of
NSYNC or BSB but this is not meant to reflect on there
true status. This is a pure work of fiction and
nothing more. No profit is been made; it is being
written out of enjoyment.

Authors Notes: Hey everyone...I am really making a go at
this one. I have the second chapter underway as I
write!  The pairings will confused you maybe, but they
confuse me too so don't feel bad.

Any feedback: adam_brittboy@yahoo.co.uk

If you want to read some other great stories, I
suggest... My Surprise Romance, Justin's Dark Angel,
Forever, Nick and Justin,  Search and Rescue, My New
Life, Xtreme NSYNC, Studio in the Country, My Night
with Howie-D, Brian and Me, Two out of Five, Home,
Nsync and the Vamps...and many more...

And Now...


I loved spending time at the beach house. It was
somewhere I could be alone. Totally alone. I made sure
upon first getting my home on the beach I would have
no distractions. No phone's, no TV, and no other
person in sight.

Might sound boring, but to me it was perfect. I had my
books my laptop, which did have Internet capabilities,
though I rarely used it.

This is my story, and this may be generic but you need
to know who I am, how I can afford a beach house and,
what I look like.

My name is Casper Valmont, son of Alex Valmont the new
owner of Jive Records (If 79% worth of shares
constitutes owner) and Chairperson of the entire
company. This may sound good to a regular person, but
to someone who has spent their life surrounded by
people...people that want you for what you have over who
you are, it is not a good thing.

Besides the fact I sound like, and am a spoiled,
indulged guy, who resents their upbringing, I hate
boybands. Something about them gets to me. With one
group starting up, and about three more sprouting up
weeks later.

Egh! I hate them. They strut around with their
`new-money' thinking they're better than everyone
else.

Though deep down they know they have a shelf life
which will quickly expire. As soon as their pretty boy
faces lose some of that boyish charm they'll be
nothing.

Have you realised yet that I have a lot of English in
me? Doesn't the stiff upper lip and snobby attitude
give it away? Well I am. My mother was English...and
when I say English I mean cream of the crop
`Park-Lane' English.

My mother was the only person in my life I have ever
being able to talk to. A gentlewoman who died at an
age too young, for a boy to be left without a mother.
Dad told me how she died, the same way both my
mother's parents had died. A disease so far without a
cure, that had passed from generation to generation.
Yes, I have the disease, but I'm not in danger of
dying... at least not yet. My mother found out she had
it at 14, and died at 41, so you see what I mean?

I'm 23 and have a red brown hair; attempted to be
styled similar to Angel's off Buffy, but turns out
more Xander. Sad but true.

The beach house was from my father. It's a gift, but
not a gift....confused now aren't yah?

What I mean to say is he got me the house as a gift,
but it's more of a sweetener. I've already told you I
loathe boybands...maybe not the boys in them, but the
bands.

You see...my father's having this big meeting with his
two biggest clients of the American-Jive company this
week, and he wants me involved. *Shudder*
He wants me involved because he will be spending much
of his time in England over the next few months,
handling the stuck up bands from that side of the
world. You just can't escape!

I've decided to help him, I'll even smile whilst I'm
their. A big feet for me as you can imagine, but if
one of them says one thing, ONE tiny thing about how
unhappy they are, or how badly they're being treated I
can't be held responsible for my actions.

Now I'll stop moaning, as I'm sure you're on edge
wanting to know what I look like, right? Well as I've
already said I have brownie red sort of hair, and blue
eyes. I'm quite pale, not too tall at 5'11.

A gentleman never goes into detail about themselves
I've been told, but whoever said I was a gentleman?
I'm quit slim, and yes, I have muscle. I have no job,
nothing to do with my time so what do you think I'm
doing? NO, not that, to all those dirty minded of you.
I work out...though considering how much time I put into
it you would expect me to have more definition by now.

My beach house is situated on a private beach, and is
the only house there. It's all windows at the side
facing the ocean, with a large pine-floored balcony.
The sides of the house facing either side of the beach
have mostly large windows as well. Which leaves only
the entrance side of the house, (the side you face
when first entering the house) with only a few small
windows.

It seems nice, and it is. Upstairs though...it's
upstairs that will really make you go `wow'.

The rooms throughout the house are all sparsely
decorated, which is the way I like it. Each room in
bland, beige's, browns, and creams. The upstairs
matches this; a few rugs scattered around giving the
place a warm, cosy feeling.

If you go upstairs, and then up into the attic it will
amaze you. It's shaped oddly. Not too big, with room
enough only for a bed, desk, a few chairs, and one of
those couches that you just sink into.

The room was elevated in such a way that the bed
almost tilted, allowing me to see out into the ocean
and starry night through the large, lightly tinted
windows. This combined with the way the roof was also
a large window gave an eerie effect when sleeping.

I have to admit having a feeling, not
uncomfortable...but a little weary. Like someone is
watching me. I'm just paranoid like that.

Well, I'm done now. Tired of me yet...well, you will be
by the end of this dark tale muhahahaha!

~/~/~

I came to America for the sun, the opportunity, the
life! Well, honestly I came because my father asked me
to, and when it looked, as though I was gonna say no
he used the guilt look on me.

You all know the look.

Anyway, I would much prefer to be back home in
England. Maybe because I felt comfortable their,
safer. I really, don't know.

All I do know is that coming from a usually cloudy,
dismal country which I like, to a country that I was
expecting lots of sun and end up getting STORMS is not
my idea of a fair trade off.

You all read how beautiful the beach house is right?
Well, let me tell you how beautiful it is NOT when you
are someone who is absolutely terrified of thunder and
lightning and the house your in is almost totally open
to anything happening outside.

No, I am not happy on the day I need to at least have
some patience.

Yup, that day has come.

I've put on my `charm' face, though some may joke, by
asking, "What face is that?"

I'm late to the meeting and as I approached the doors
I remember hearing all the voices, high and low coming
through the surprisingly thick doors.

As predicted all eyes turned to me when I entered the
cool room. A mix of irritation, annoyance, impatience,
arrogance and boredom met me head on.

//Gee// I thought. //I can feel the love in this
room//

"Well," A deep, powerful voice rang out, drawing all
attention. "...Shall we get started?"

I sat down in the chair opposite my father, with 5 men
at either side of the table between us. Almost all of
them kept glancing back at me as if to ask who the
hell I was.

"I've never seen such a bunch of airheads in my life."
I muttered under my breath, drawing the closest guys
attention.

//Damn, did I say that out loud?//

I sighed and lowered my head, blocking out most of
what went on for over twenty minutes until I was
brought out of my thoughts by a deep, penetrating
voice.

"Casper!"

It was my father, and he was talking to me...whoops. I
could almost here my grandmother from when I was a kid
saying "Pay attention, Casper!" She always liked to
let me know she'd caught me daydreaming.

"Yeah?" I spoke, a few of the guys raising some
eyebrows at my clear, crisp English accent nothing
like that of my fathers.

"I asked if it would be alright?" My eye's showed the
confusion I was feeling at his question.

//Would what be alright?// I thought with dread.

 "If one or two of the guys came over to the beach
house for a day or two." He answered for me before I
could ask. "Just until we have everything ready here.
I thought it would be nice for you to get to know each
other. You will be taking over from me today."

"WHAT?!" I yelled, not meaning to shout. "I most
certainly am not!"

//When did this come into it? I knew I may be looking
after them...organising a few meetings but sharing my
house? Babysitting the spoiled, useless layabouts
24-7. No way.//

"Hey man, we're not diseased you know!" The pierced
guy, who I later found out was named AJ, said.

Although I knew what he said was meant in good humour
it still struck at me, deep down inside. My mother had
died of a disease, one they were unable to diagnose
and so people stayed away from her. Treated her like
an outcast.

"I'm sorry son, but I have things that require my
attention back in England." My father argued.

"Can't they get a hotel somewhere?" I snapped, not
bothering to look at any of the guys.

"Maybe we don't wanna bunk with him!" Nick chimed in,
the argument between me and them slowly beginning to
build.

"Yeah." Joey agreed his voice annoying pleasant. "He
obviously doesn't want us there."

//Does he have to be so nice about it?!"

"Well that is where you're staying. Understood?"
Valmont senior snapped this time, speaking as if to
everyone, but his gaze locked on mine.

"Yes dad." I smiled sweetly in that way he knew I was
gonna get back at him.

I am very good at reading people if I haven't already
said. I could already pick something up between Joey
and Nick...something, different, but I couldn't be sure.

"Well let's go then. You'll have to share two or three
to a room, but I'm sure you're used to that!" I said
this whilst walking out of the room. I know I sounded
childish, but all I wanted was to be left alone. I had
my reasons and that's all I needed.

I heard one of them though...Justin I think it was say
something clever. What did I tell you? One comment was
all it would take.

I stopped dead in my tracks and did a 180.

"What was that?!"

He opened his mouth to answer but I cut him off. "No,
don't bother. You listen to me airhead. I am not
spending my time looking after overpaid, talent-less
fuck-ups, understood? Now, you're coming to my house,
spending the night and then you're gonna go find a
nice hotel to spend your time."

I did feel bad. Not for Justin, or Chris, or Brian.
All of who seemed to be in it together, but for Lance,
Howie, JC, and even Kevin who all seemed hurt I felt
bad. I would have to apologise before they left. Joey
and Nick seemed to be too into themselves to care
really. AJ didn't seem to feel anything either way. He
had a thoughtful look on his face.

//Oh no.// I though in despair. //He's got that...'I
want to help you' look. Note to self, Casper. Stay
away from AJ.//

I didn't wait for anything else to be said, before
heading off to where I'd parked my car. A frosty-blue
coloured Jeep.

Kevin, Lance and Howie got into my car, as I tapped my
fingers across the dashboard.

I think the guys were a little shocked when I pressed
my foot down on the accelerator, pushing the guys back
in their seats with the force.

"Eh...Casper..." Kevin tried to start up some conversation
but stopped at the dead look in my eyes. I didn't want
to talk. Or even be near them and he knew it, lowering
his head in shame.



//What do I look like? Someone who's gonna fall for
those green eyes? If he's gonna try anything he may as
well do something more than give me the puppy eyes,
the shy act and the caring façade. Does he have to act
all hurt though...I hate that. Look at him. That pouty
lip, that soft lock of hair falling into his eyes.
Stop looking Casper, he's in a boyband, looks without
the brains remember?//

"You seem upset about something, Caspe." It was Lance
this time.

//Are they taking turns or something?//

Usually I wouldn't stay quiet when someone tried to
nickname me. Only my mother called me Caspe. Something
about Lance though...something warm that made me feel
good. He was using his green eyes too, much better
than Kevin I might add.
Though he didn't have the hair...but they could both
contend with the lips.

"Yeah, man." Howie spoke this time.

//Wow....brown eyes...I am such a sucker for brown eyes.
His lip wins in the poutyness competition too!//

I struggled to take my mind off stripping all three of
them down, confining them in leather and making them
my play things, but it was hard...in both sense's.

//What the hell am I doing? Checking all of them out.
They were, in my eyes the most attractive of all ten
guys...each unique in their own way. The three of them
unbelievably attractive and, from what I could tell at
least one of them was gay. I'm not gonna tell
though...that'd spoil it.//

Well to make a long story short the rest of the ride
was in silence. The storm was still going strong when
we got there and I quickly rushed inside. No doubt
them noticing me ducking as the lightening crashed
around us.

Yes...living right near the sea where the storm would be
worst...I see the irony.

Once inside I flipped on the lights. The usual `wow,
and this place is so...' came from the guys, and
repeated when the rest of them arrived. I turned on
the fire...electric of course...it's America, you expect a
real fire?

My living room was situated near the balcony, almost
completely surrounded by windows. It was strange being
in a warm, comfortable room kept that way by a mere,
thin sheet of glass.

Nick and Joey seemed to be very comfortable snuggled
into one of my plump, soft one-seater chairs. Justin,
Chris and Brian seemed to be plotting something
together on the sofa. Howie was sat with his legs
crossed on the plush rug near one of the coffee tables
scattered about the room. Howie, Lance and Kevin were
all seated on my other three-piece sofa, leaving a
convenient place for me, right in between Lance and
Kevin. Howie looked a little put out, but smiled at me
when I looked towards him.

I sat down a chair away from them all. I was a lot
calmer now than I was earlier. I felt bad for how I
acted, and how mean I was to them. The English in me
however was keeping me from apologising. I wouldn't
give Justin the satisfaction.

The guys were all talking amongst themselves. Justin
looking over at me now and again, not holding back the
fact he was talking about me.

I tried to stop myself but couldn't. The thunder
rumbled loudly this time, and the lightning struck
several times causing my body to shake and tremble.

"Oh, something wrong their Casper? Not afraid of a
little storm are ya?" Brian, for the first time spoke
up, obviously trying to get some kind of rise out of
me.

"Yeah," Justin started, about to back Brian up. "You
seemed tough enough earlier. Can't handle a little
thunder and lightning?" He snickered.

"Of course I can!" I scowled. I knew I shouldn't
encourage them, but I knew I was being dragged into
something that would end up bad.

"Well, if you're not afraid, how about we take a quick
run on the beach?"

"Come on Justin. It's freezing out there!" Lance spoke
up.

"What? He can't wear a coat?" Justin asked, continuing
to speak over me as if I wasn't there.

"Just leave it Justin." JC grumbled. I think JC was
sick of the petty arguments from  Justin and I, though
this had undoubtedly happened before if the look on
JC's face was anything to go by.

"Will you guys cool off. I was just trying to find out
if our cordial host is as brave as he is outside in
the cold, dark storm as he is with his mouth."

"Will you stop speaking as if I'm not even here? I'll
go out if it'll shut `little-boy-blue' up!"

"Fine, let's go."

"You're coming?" I asked, suspiciously.

"Gotta make sure you actually go out, don't I?"

I didn't answer him and just headed for the door.

"Caspe, you need a coat." Lance yelled, the concern
evident in his voice.

"It's okay, Lance. I'll be fine."

This seemed so stupid. //Why the hell am I trying to
prove myself to Justin Timberlake? Or to any of them.
I hate boybands.//

//I can't let Lance see I'm afraid though. Or
Howie....or Kevin.// Another voice argued.

I shook my head and headed out into the storm. I
walked calmly, breathing deep as I moved further away
from the house. I turned and started walking
backwards, keeping my eyes locked with Lance's, then
over to Howie's, then to Kevin's.

They all looked so concerned and I just thanked god it
was raining so they couldn't see the tears rolling
down my face.

Justin was ahead of me, enjoying himself as he ran
further out onto the beach.

A loud crash of thunder went off around me, and I
looked up in horror, watching the lightning cascade
down. I was still walking backwards, the fear so great
I didn't notice the water level rising around my feet
as I walked back into the rough ocean.

Kevin seemed to be waving his arms about something I
couldn't understand. Howie was doing the same.

I turned quickly, finally realising the water level,
though luckily it was only passed my knees so far, but
it was then I noticed Justin. He was further out than
me. The water had passed his waist line and he looked
as though he was being pulled out.

The darkness and heavy rain was dampening any kind of
view as to which direction he should head, as he
struggled to pull himself away from the force.

Thunder crashed down again and I quickly sprung into
action, attempting to block out my terror of the
storm. He may be an airhead, and he should be punished
for that hair, but he didn't deserve to die.

A soft sounding voice drew my attention, and I could
see, though barely, a figure approaching me. Though
the voice was soft I realised whoever it was must be
screaming for me to hear anything. Lightning struck
illuminating Lance, which gave me an odd sense of
calm.

I turned back to Justin, who had moved a little
further away now.

He was kicking and screaming, begging for anyone to
help, and I knew I was his only help.

I forgot me moving to him would accomplish little, as
I would be swept away too, but I needed to do
something, and that's all I could think of.

The water was inching higher and higher and I suddenly
realised this could be it. The end for me, but I
ignored my fears. Fears of the storm, of death and
focussed on Justin.

I couldn't see Lance, but I knew he was still heading
towards me. He was in the water, knee deep by now, but
still too far away to do any good.

I spent a split-second wondering where the rest of the
guys were, before diving beneath the water.

"Lance!" I yelled, as I surfaced.

Panic was taking over. I couldn't do this. I'm not
strong enough. I saw Justin almost right in front of
me now, and this was no time for self doubt. I grabbed
for him and pulled him close up against my chest.

The shivers coursing through his body went into mine,
and he was clinging to me so tight, breathing was
becoming difficult.

"I'm coming, Caspe...try to move towards me." Lance
begged, surprising me. I didn't know he had come out
this far, this quickly.

"I-I can't Lance."

Lance was reaching for me, grasping for me but he was
just out of reach.

I could grab Lance's hand, I could do it...but not with
Justin in my arms as well. I couldn't do both.

"Please!" Lance shouted to me.

//As if him asking nicely would make me grow another
hand, but this was not a time for sarcasm.//

I reached out my arm towards where his voice was
coming from and felt a warm touch scrape across my
hand.

I couldn't get a grip unless I let go of Justin. He
could try to grab for himself, as I could tell he was
in shock. I knew I couldn't let Justin go, and was
about to pull my hand back when a large hand grabbed
mine.

I looked up and saw the most beautiful thing in my
life. Kevin's warm eyes (now looking much more
attractive) were staring back at me.

I grabbed at it and caught his hand. I could feel him
pulling me in. The water growing shallow.

I finally allowed myself to breathe when I was firmly
on the sand. A good description of sand may not be
solid, but to me it was the most stable thing on Earth
at that time. I was sprawled across the beach, Justin
still clinging to me like a limpet.

The guys had made a kind of chain, JC, Howie, Lance,
and Kevin taking the brunt of the blue depths, whilst
the rest anchored them.

It was then I realised these men were much more than
airhead singers. They were friends.

To Be Continued.