Date: Tue, 28 Aug 2001 07:32:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Really Bigdreamer <reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: My JC Chapter 7

Disclaimer: Don't you know what ur not supposed to do
by now? Does anyone actually read this? I never do. I
don't even know why I type it. Well, I have to do it
anyway. So, don't read this if you: are underage, find
m/m material offensice, this is illegal where you are.
Also, I am in no was connected with NSync, this is
pure fiction and not meant to imply anything about
those mentioned.

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Chapter 7:

"Are you gonna miss me?" JC asked as we stood in the
airport, both in full `camouflage' to keep fans from
noticing us and storming us.

"You know it," I answered innocently, but you know I
would.

"Oh shit," he said as he pulled his hand from his
pocket with an electric keycard in hand, "I forgot to
drop this off at the front desk when we left the
hotel."

"That's ok," I replied as I took the key, "I'll drop
it off, but what do you want me to do with your car?"

"I usually have it shipped to Orlando, since that's
where I am most of the time, but you can use it."

"That's alright," I said as I put the keycard in my
pocket. "I'll drive back to hotel, it saves me money
for the cab I'd have to take, or for the phone call
for a limo, but then I'll send it to Orlando. Call me
tonight, you have my number, and tell what shipping
agency and where to send and whatnot, ok?"

"Ok," he smiled and I melted, again. We hugged, that's
all we could do in public and he handed me the keys to
his car. They called his flight number. "Bye."

"Later," I replied as he began to walk off. We're
lucky we got a flight so soon. I walked out of the
airport and got into his car, surprisingly without
anyone noticing me. I drove to his hotel and walked
inside.

"Yes?" the clerk at the desk replied rather snobby. I
took off my sunglasses and hat and he began to spurt
apologies left and right. I had to bite me lip to keep
from laughing. I explained how Josh forgot to drop off
the key, I gave it to him and started to leave, but he
stopped me. "Oh, wait, sir, there is a message for
your friend Mr. Chasez. It's from a Mr. Daly."

"Carson Daly?" I asked. He nodded and handed me the
message that he had written down while we were gone,
probably some special NSync is doing for MTV, I
assumed. I thanked him and left.

-Later that night-

It was a rather uneventful day, I'm still recovering
from the album launch party from last night, I guess.

Things started to look up when the phone began to
ring.

"Hello," I answered the phone.

"Hey, what happened?" Nick, always the nosy type.

"Not much," I answered, "at least... not much at first.
I passed out from everything I had to drink and slept
at his hotel room. We woke up and I got mad because he
had to leave, it was big misunderstanding, but then
we, well, you know..."

"You did the nasty after one day?!?" he said
bewildered. "You slut..."

"Well, it's none of your business, but he is good in
bed..."

"Spare me the gross details," he replied. Nick wasn't
gay, obviously, and though he wasn't bigoted, he
didn't want to know everything about being gay.

Suddenly I got a beep.

"Gotta go, got beeped, that's him..." I said hurriedly,
"I'll call you tomorrow, we can do something after I
do my talk show route, okay?"

We said our goodbyes and quickly switched to the other
person.

"Yeah," I said.

"Hey, do you miss me?" Josh's voice came from the
receiver.

"Of course," I said, "hey, you got a message at the
hotel, it's from Carson Daly."

"Oh...um...did you read it...?" he asked kinda warily.

"No, want me to read it to you?"

"Um..." he paused for a moment, "yeah, but first hear me
out. There was reason I was in the Green Room at MTV
Studios the other day, I was waiting for the show end,
because, well, I know you might like this, but I was
dating Carson..."

A ton of bricks hit me.

"Wait a sec, you were dating Carson and hitting on
me?" I asked.

"No, I dumped him a few days before that because he is
so overprotective that he smothers me," he explained,
"I was there to pick some stuff he had for me. I just
want you to know that he's tried to pick me up since
then, and, um that's how I got to your party... I uh,
went with Carson, he got me in since I wasn't on the
list, but the only reason I did it was because I had
to see you again, and..."

"So, as of last night you were still dating Carson?" I
asked.

"No, of course not, I was..."

"...using him?" I interrupted.

"No, listen, I..."

"Well, the message just says he wants you to call
him," I said I finally looked at the piece of paper.

"Mike, you gotta..."

"Ok, listen, I got a beep, it's Nick, I have to talk
to him, business stuff, I'll call you tomorrow."

I hung up, Nick didn't call, I just needed to think.
First he lied about his name, then he used Carson to
get to me at the party, and then he didn't tell me he
was leaving the next day. When you add it up, it
doesn't make him look good. It makes him look like all
he wanted was a good fuck from someone else.

I sprawled out across my bed in my Manhattan loft,
which had just had major renovations done to it, and
sighed heavily. So far this everything I've known
about Josh has had something wrong with it.


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