Date: Sat, 20 May 2000 05:12:19 EDT
From: Gabriella Morrison <sweetheart_stories@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Surprise Romance 1-2

Hi everyone!

After reading everyone's stuff on Nifty for quite some time, I decided to
start writing a story of my own. I hope everyone likes it --I'm a bit
nervous--so if people could please e-mail me at
sweetheart_stories@hotmail.com--I'd really appreciate it. I love e-mail!!!
The sex will be coming in further chapters, but I really wanted to write a
story.

P.S. I'm a girl, so please don't hold it against me

DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story that came right out of my own mind. I
have no knowledge if any member of N Sync are gay or whatever. That being
said, please enjoy the story and remember--write me!!!


My Surprise Romance

Chapter 1


I had awaken that morning to the sound of my sister letting loose a blood
curdling scream. And while my first instinct was to bolt out of my warm,
comfortable bed, my second instinct realized that this was some sort of
`tragedy' that my sister went through regularly. After all, she is a eleven
year old girl. slowly becoming obsessed with things that eleven year old
girls were obsessed with.

And I was right. No more than two seconds later, after that blood curdling
shriek had left her lips, my bedroom door flew open and a hysterical
Natalie was standing there, her body shaking, tears streaming down her
face. Her blond hair was mussed up and her mouth was hanging open, in a
desperate attempt to breathe properly.

"Natalie--what's wrong?" I yawned, trying to show a little more enthusiasm
for her obvious problem. She stood there, unable to speak and when the
words did leave her mouth, they came out in a hysterical shriek.

"IONICKTSOSNC!!!" I closed my eyes, and pulled myself from the warm safety
of my bed.

 I walked over to my sister, and placed my hands on her shoulders.

"Slowly...Natalie..." I said, looking into her eyes. "What's wrong?"

"I won tickets to N Sync!!!!" she shrieked, trying to compose herself. Her
newfound composure didn't last long, and it was only seconds before Natalie
shook herself free of my grasp and ran out of my bedroom.

"Angela's gonna die when she hears this!!!" I heard her yell as her
footsteps pounded down the staircase.

And me? All I could do was roll my eyes and fall back into my bed.



I had just dozed off, when I heard footsteps padding back up the
staircase. I listened to their sound and wasn't surprised to hear that they
were making their way into my room. I felt someone's presence standing over
me and when I opened my eyes, I saw my mother standing over me, a smile
playing on her lips.

"Morning, Stephen," she said. "I supposed you heard your sister's good
news."

I sat up in my bed and scratched my wayward brown hair, awaken from my
peaceful slumber for the second time that morning.

"Yeah..how could I not?" I asked her, with a laugh. "Natalie's really
excited, huh?"

"Elated," my mom laughed, taking a seat on the edge of my bed. "You know
how she's been moping around since she found out the concert was sold out."

I nodded my head, and rubbed my eyes. "Yeah, yeah, that's all I've heard
about for the past six weeks," I said, rolling my eyes. I gave my mother a
scrutinizing stare, knowing full well that she came into my bedroom for a
specific purpose. I'm not sure if I was blessed with the gift of intuition
or if after twenty-one years, I just knew my mother too well. Whatever the
case, I was right.

"Stephen," she began slowly. `I know you don't work tonight, but..."

"Oh God," I muttered. "Here it comes."

My mother gave me a disapproving look. "I want to know if you'll take your
sister to the concert tonight. She won four tickets and she's already on
the phone talking to Angela and Beth.  It would break her heart if I told
her that she couldn't go because her brother felt he was too manly to go to
a boy-band concert."

At that word, my mother and I both cringed slightly at my her use of
`manly' . Ever since I had come out to her, things between us had been a
bit, to say the least, strained. Even entering my room had been a big deal
for her since I had broke the news. As her only son, I had let her down,
big time. I suddenly knew how important this concert was, for both my
sister and me. I looked at my mom, who was carefully staring at me, not
wanting to say anymore.

"How'd she win them?" I asked my mom. She smiled, knowing that I was caving
in.

"Off the radio station--she's been on the phone since six a.m., calling her
heart out."

"And she won?"

"Yup. Four tickets, backstage passes and a pre-show dinner."

I looked at my mom in surprise. "And dinner." I whistled. "Not bad." I felt
my steely demeanor as well as my sleepiness fading. I was actually excited
for Natalie. And I didn't feel like disappointing my mother any more than I
already had.

"Alright, I'll go," I said, trying to sound reluctant. I didn't want to be
the one to spoil my sister's happiness, and hey, at least I'd get out for
awhile




I was trapped in the car with three, screaming giggly girls, my car's
stereo blasting N Sync music out of the speakers. As I reached a red light,
I rubbed my temples, not full understanding how I, Stephen Peterson, had
wound up here. I didn't even like this kind of music, let alone understand
why these girls in the car were screaming their heads off at just pictures
of the boy-band, in the magazine they had brought along.

"Girls," I said, trying to let myself be heard over the
shrieking. Surprisingly enough, they all heard me.

`What's wrong, Stephen?" The one named Beth asked me, her red corkscrew
curls sticking out of her head, as if she'd been electrocuted.

"I'm really happy for you girls, but could you stop screaming?" When their
faces all fell like ruined souffles, I quickly added, "You girls don't want
to lose your voices when you're talking to N Sync, do you?"

"OHMIGOD!" my sister squealed, turning to her friends in the backseat.
"Were going to be talking to THEM!!!"

It was useless really, and for a second I tried to put myself in their
shoes, but it was impossible. The screaming only grew louder as I pulled my
car through the gates of the arena.

"Excuse me," I said, as I pulled up next to the guard's booth. I quickly
explained to him who I was, and he gave me a sympathetic, understanding
smile. He checked his clipboard, searching for my name.

"A-ha, Stephen Peterson and guests?" he asked. I nodded and he gave me
directions to the back parking lot, where `VIP's' as he put it, were
directed to go. I thanked him and smiled. I was a VIP, I thought with a
grin as I pulled my car into an empty space. Even before I could shut off
the car's engine, the three girls had let themselves out of the car and
were now jumping around, squealing at each other.

"Girls!" I yelled at them. "Please don't run off. I don't need to be held
responsible for losing you!" But my `stern' words were lost as they giggled
amongst themselves, not even hearing me.

We somehow made it to the back entrance of the arena where a stern, burly
looking man was guarding the entrance. His expression changed when he saw
the three girls, tightly clutching their N Sync memorabilia.

"Hi," I said to him. "My name is Stephen Peterson. My sister here," I
motioned to Natalie who was babbling incoherently to her friends, "won four
tickets this morning from the WKSS giveaway and I was told to come here."

The guard looked at his clipboard and found my name. "Ah yes, Peterson and
guests. See that woman there?" He pointed to an important looking woman in
a business suit. "She's the head of WKSS--she was looking for you
earlier. Just go see her and she'll fill you in on all the details."

The guard bent down to Natalie and her friends. "Have a great time girls,"
he said to them, a smile appearing on his face,

"We will!" they shrieked in unison, nearly knocking him over with the force
of their words, before walking over to the important-looking woman.

She greeted us in that fake, business-like way that most people in charge
greet you with. Her name was Laura Simmons, and she was the head of
promotions with the radio station.

"You must be the girls chaperone," she said to me. "Stephen?"

"Yeah, so what `re we doing now?" I asked her.

She pulled a string of backstage passes from behind her and I swear to God,
I thought the girls were going to faint right there on the spot.

"Now, if I'm not mistaken," Laura began. "You won our special Dinner with
N' Sync contest, am I right?" she asked the girls. My sister, who was
normally so bubbly and outgoing, was struck speechless at the idea of
dinner with N' Sync.

I answered for them. "Yup, dinner and front row seats."

"And these," she said, handing each one of us the passes. The girls each
took them, placed the laminated passes around their necks and then promptly
screamed at each other for the hundredth time that night.

"Now," Laura said, smiling at the girls. "Come with me."

She led us down a dark, narrow corridor, and for the first time in the last
few hours, the girls next to me were silent. And then we heard talking,
followed by loud laughter.

The girls next to me stopped dead in their tracks, wide-eyed and in shock.

"Oh my God, was that JC?" Natalie whispered. "Oh my God, it was!!!."

Laura knocked on a closed door.  A hastily scribbled sign that read, "No
Entrance without Permission," was tacked up crookedly with a blue push pin.

"Natasha!" she yelled out.

"All clear," someone from behind that door yelled back. She looked at me,
with an apologetic shrug. "It's my code name," she explained, with a laugh
as we heard the door unlock and then swing open.

At once, Natalie, Angela and Beth screamed. The five members of N Sync,
gave each other humorous looks, before one of them with flaming red hair,
stood up and walked over to my sister.

"Hey, there," he said. "Why are you screaming at us? Are we that scary?" he
made a hideous face at my sister, and she giggled in nervousness.

"Come on in," one of the guys called out. "Plenty of seats." My sister and
her friends walked in timidly as if though they were scared and took three
seats next to each other in a prison-like fashion.  Gingerly, I picked up
my hand and waved at the five guys.

"Hi everyone." I paused before adding, "I'm your biggest fan." That got
some laughs out of the guys, as I took a seat next to one of the guys with
straight blonde hair. I watched my sister manage to squeak out a sentence
and soon gradually grow more and more comfortable with the N Sync guys.

My sister and her friends obviously had their favorite members, as they
gravitated towards each separate member. Beth obviously had a `thing' for
the one named JC, Angela was rapidly speaking to Chris and my sister was
torn between Justin, the curly headed kid, and Joey.

Which left one member talking to none of the girls.

"Well," he said with a chuckle. "I can see I'm no one's favorite in this
room."

"Sorry," I heard myself apologize. "The girls are just nervous and really,
really excited."

He let out a laugh. "I can see that. It's not unusual--most of the fans are
like this, so we pretty much know how to handle `em." He leaded forwards,
resting his elbows on his knees.

"So you're the girls chaperone?" he asked me. I nodded.

"Actually, the blonde is my sister, Natalie, and those are her two friends,
Beth and Angela. She won the tickets this morning and my mom managed to get
me to chaperone them tonight." I shook my head. "I couldn't say no to her,"
I said, pointing to my sister.

"That's really great of you." He cocked his head towards me. "What was your
name again?"

"I don't think I've been introduced--the name's Stephen--with a `p'," I
said, extending my hand.

"Lance." He rolled his eyes,, "Well, if you want to be technical, it's
James. Lance is my middle name."

"Oh, it's nice to meet you," he said, as we shook hands. "I bet you one of
the girls could have told me that though."

"Not a fan?" he asked me., with a smile on his face. I cleared my throat.

"Not really--sorry," I said, cringing a bit.

"No problem--its really rare that we see guys come out to our
concerts. Most of them come with their sisters or girlfriends or whatever,"
Lance said, watching my sister and her friends interact with the rest of
the band.

"Hey who's hungry?" Joey shouted. "I'm famished." He looked at the
girls. "Hey, you girls wanna got something to eat with us?"

My sister had calmed down considerably to my surprise, and she answered
Joey as if they had been friends for a lifetime.

"I'd love to get something to eat," she said, smiling so wide, the gap
where she lost her tooth showed.  To my surprise, Lance turned to me.

"You going to get some food with us, Stephen?" Lance asked me, giving me a
smile.  "Sure," I said, getting off the seat. "Why not."




I'm not sure if you could call it `dinner'. During the meal, the guys
mostly goofed off, making sure that Natalie, Beth and Angela were
entertained. To my surprise, however, Lance was the only one who barely
participated, opting to talk to me instead.

"So how old are you?" he asked me over our Mexican food.

"Twenty-one--just turned it last month."

"Hey, same here," he said, waving his fork around. "How'd you celebrate?"

"My friends took me out drinking," I said, after taking a sip of
water. "And you?"

"Same here," he said. "But to be honest," he said lowering his voice, so
the girls wouldn't hear, "We go out all the time and no one ever asks for
ID. So my twenty-first was the first *legal* time I could drink."

"I can imagine," I said, with a smile. "One of the perks that come with the
job, huh?"

"You got it," he said, winking at me.  He was about to say something else
to me, but he was cut off by the large chunk of food that whizzed past my
head. I looked over and saw JC with a hand clamped over his mouth.

"Whops, sorry man," he said. "Are you okay?"

"Fine," I answered as they went back to the impromptu food fight between JC
and Justin. I turned back to Lance.

"You were gonna say something?" I asked him. He stared at me for a second,
blankly, and then shook his head.

"Uh, yeah--are you coming to the show tonight?"  Lance asked after taking a
sip of his pop.  I nodded.

"Front row seats--it'll be hard not to miss us." I looked over at the three
girls who, by the looks of their faces, were in ecstasy.

"Great, I guess I'll see you then." I couldn't help but notice that the
expression on his face was once of disappointment and for some reason I
couldn't help but feel the same way. Lance was a pretty nice guy and I
wouldn't have minded talking to him a little more.

"We have backstage passes after the show," I said, fishing the backstage
pass that had found it's way under my shirt. I showed it to him. "See?"

"Hey, that's great," he said, a smile reappearing on his face. Suddenly, a
man poked his head through the door.

"Hey guys," he called out. "I hate to bother you, but you have to start
getting ready."

I looked around the table to see disappointed looks on everyone's faces,
especially Natalie, Angela and Beth's.

"We'll see you guys after the show, won't we?" Natalie said, her eyes
beginning to fill with tears.  JC came over to her side.

"Hey, don't cry--of course we will. You got the passes right?" he asked
her, putting his arms around her. She showed him the pass and he hugged
her.

"I'll see you girls after the show then!" JC said, as he left the room. One
by one, each member said good bye to the girls and left.

Lance was the last one to leave. "Sure I'll see you after the show?" he
asked me.

"Yup, wouldn't miss it for the world," I laughed as he hugged each of the
girls good-bye. And to tell you the truth. I wouldn't.




Chapter 2

The concert, to say the least, was incredibly good. I wasn't used to this
kind of concert, involving pyrotechnics and what not. My habitats were more
in dark, smoky clubs, but even I was in awe of the show. And while the
music was not my style, even I had to say it was enjoyable. I watched the
five guys of N Sync as they danced around the stage in their flashy
costumes. For some bizarre reason, my eyes kept drifting to Lance.

`Stop it,' the voice in the back of my mind told me. `Stop it and grow up.'
But my eyes refused to listen to that voice. I kept thinking of how well we
had gotten along before the show and for some reason, I couldn't believe
that the same relaxed person I had been chatting with before, was the same
guy on stage.

Next to me, the girls were screaming their heads off, going insane. I was
surprised they had any energy left by the time the concert was over and we
had made it backstage.

It was a mad house there. People running back and forth, roadies
dismantling the stage and groupies trying to find the members of N Sync. I
saw Laura from promotions, scurrying around, when she spotted me and the
girls.

"Stephen!" she exclaimed. "I'm glad I found you. Would you and your guests
like to see the guys again?"

"Yes!!!" the three girls squealed. I smiled at Laura.

 "Makes it unanimous," I said, with a laugh as she led us through crowds of
people before we reached the guys, who were in the middle of signing
autographs for their fans.

Just then, Chris spotted us standing there. "Hey," he called out, waving us
over to them. I grabbed onto Natalie's hand and we made out way through the
throng of people.

"So how'd you like the show," Justin asked the girls.

"It was great!!" Beth exclaimed, her voice coming out in a shrill squeal.

"Awesome!!!" Angela yelled bouncing up and down.  I smiled at them and then
looked at the guys.

"It was a great concert, guys," I said. "Not my type of music, but you put
on a good show."

JC smiled at me. "Thanks...Stephen, right?"

"Right," I said, smiling back. Just then, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I
turned around to see Lance standing there, dressed in a pair of khaki pants
and a gray shirt, who's writing was so faded, I the only word I could make
out was `Mississippi'.

"Hey, Stephen," he said. "Glad you managed to make it backstage."

"So am I," I said, grinning before I realized that I must've looked like an
idiot. I abruptly stopped smiling as Natalie began to pull on my hand.

"Stephen," she said, "Did you hear what Justin said? They're gonna give us
autographed CD's!!!" And with that, she pulled me in the direction that the
rest of the guys went. I turned to smile at Lance.

"Gotta go..." I managed to squeak out, before Natalie pulled my arm out of
its socket. My sister pulled me over to a section of the backstage, where
JC and Joey were jokingly fighting over the black marker that they were
signing the CD with.

Lance had just joined them and began signing a CD for each of the
girls. Then he looked up at me, grabbing another CD out of a box.

"Hey, Stephen--want one?" and before I could respond, he began to sign one
of the brand new CD's and passed it to the other members. When Lance handed
it me, I quickly read the scribbled black ink.. "To our biggest fan", it
read and I let out a laugh.

"Thanks you guys," I said. "Well, we should be going. " I looked at the
girls. "I know three girls who wouldn't want to be late for their Monday
classes tomorrow."

Natalie let out a groan at my reminder of the real world. "Awww, Stephen,"
she said, but I placed my fingertips on her mouth.

"Nat, I promised mom we'd be home by midnight," I told her. Grudgingly, she
nodded and turned to say `bye' to the guys, who gave each of the girls a
hug and a kiss on the cheek. I thought they we're going to die of
excitement.  I was a little disappointed that I couldn't get a kiss and a
hug from a certain member, who I unhappily noticed had disappeared.

JC came over to me then. "Hey, Stephen--know any good clubs around here?"
he asked. I rattled off the ones that my friends usually frequented
(lately, I hadn't been exactly the party type) and he thanked me. I
gathered up the girls, as they gave one last wave to the four guys standing
there.

"Bye! Thank you!" the girls yelled, as we began to walk away from the noise
and commotion. They began a high-pitched, giggly conversation as we waked
from backstage, when I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder.

I turned my head, and saw Lance standing there, a bit out of breath from
running to catchup with us.

"I didn't get to say good-bye to you," he said, a bit awkwardly. The girls
were staring at him, in shock., not believing that one of the N Sync guys
had come chasing after their chaperone. I couldn't believe it either to
tell you the truth, and I found myself giving him a controlled smile. I
didn't want to look too elated or eager.

"Yeah, I noticed...but I figured you were off doing whatever pop stars do,"
I said to him. To my surprise, my heart was beating insanely fast. I could
hear it in my eardrums and all I could think was `is this what the girls
were going through tonight?' I mentally took back every annoyed thought I
had with them, and managed to clear my throat.

"I realized that I really didn't get to talk with the girls that much,"
Lance said, rushing through the words. "And I was wondering if there was a
way I could get to talk to them." He was staring directly at me as he spoke
these words, but the girls didn't notice. Instead they began to jump up and
down and shriek. I wanted to do the same, but one of us had to stay calm.

"Sure...I mean, is it okay with your manager and stuff?" I asked Lance, a
bit uncertainly.  He nodded, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from his
amazing green ones.

"That's where I was," he explained. "Talking with our road manager about
this and he said it was fine, as long as I'm not late for our interview
tomorrow morning."

"You're still gonna be here tomorrow?" I said in surprise. Lance
nodded. "Yeah, this city's our stopover before we head on to our next
concert." He shuffled his feet. "So..what do you say?"

"Yes!!!" Natalie answered for us and we all laughed.

"Can't disagree with her," I said, as we began to head towards the exit. I
seemed so calm, I thought as I watched Lance put on a frayed fisherman's
hat and slip on a pair sunglasses.  But to be honest, I was more nervous
than the three girls next to me. Why would Lance Bass want to come home
with me? Unless...


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