Date: Fri, 4 Oct 2002 21:18:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Carlos <ceqarht@yahoo.com>
Subject: Somewhere - Chapter 1  (Boy Band Section)

**Disclaimer**

If you are under 18 or not of legal age in your country, please do not read
on. If you are uncomfortable reading stories involving homosexuals or any
act that is sexual, click the back button on your browser. This is a story
involving males who will be having intimate relationships.  If any of this
bothers you, then I suggest that you get a life and then come back.  If
not, keep reading!!

Ok...what do you people need to know?  Everything in this story is
completely and purely fictional and I have no idea if any of it is true or
if any of it has really ever happened before (though a boi can dream).  The
characters in this story may seem like those in real life, but there is no
connection, no link, or no proof that any of this has ever happened.  So
don't think that it did.  It is not my implication that any of the members
of these bands are gay, and again, this story is COMPLETE fiction.  So
enough said about that.

Author's Note:

  Well, hello and welcome to the first chapter of my happy little story of
love, betrayal, hate, anger, jealousy, envy, pride, and some old-fashioned
Southern charm.  Okay, maybe not, but that sounded kind of cool.  This is
really my first attempt at writing a story and I hope it is okay and that
you all enjoy it.  The story is mostly going to involve Nsync, though I am
sure that there will be cameos and whatnots from other characters in the
story.  But again, I hope you enjoy.  If you have any questions, comments,
suggestions, brilliant ideas, gripes or anything of the sort, e-mail them
to me!  The only way I will know that you guys want more is if I get some
feedback.  That being said, on with the story...

~-Someday, Chapter 1-~

    The phone rang once.  Twice.  Three times.  And then finally, the
sleepy blonde haired boy finally reached for the receiver and picked it up.
It took him a moment before he realized exactly what it was that he was
doing when he picked it up.  After a brief moment of silence he heard a
pre-recorded message come on the line.

"This is your wake up call.  It is currently 5:30AM.  This is your..." The
call was cut off as the boy placed the phone back onto the receiver and
covered his head with a pillow.  About two minutes later the phone rang
again.  Once.  Twice.  Three times.

"Hello?" The boy sheepishly asked.

"Justin, I know you hung up on your wake up call, so get your ass up and
get ready, we have to leave in a few hours." The voice on the other end
said in an almost enthusiastic tone.

"Screw you, Chris." Justin said in a joking manner before hanging up the
phone and rolling over on his back.  He stretched his arm above his head
and then yawned loudly before sitting straight up in his king sized hotel
bed.  Wiping the sleep out of his eyes, he gazed around the room, trying to
remember where he was and what it was that he was doing there.

Justin stood slowly and walked into adjacent bathroom and turned on the
light.  Once his eyes had adjusted to the brightness he looked into the
mirror and thought to himself, "Geez, you really DO look like crap in the
mornings."  He grinned slightly before looking away and moving to the
shower.  The water was soon heated and he stripped off his wife beater and
boxers to reveal a toned, muscular body.  Justin stepped into the hot water
and showered for about thirty minutes.

After showering Justin walked back into the bedroom and looked for a clean
outfit that was not too wrinkled or that wasn't located at the bottom of
one of his many suitcases.  He decided on a pair of dark blue jeans and a
tight green shirt.  Now it was time to clean himself up a bit.  Justin
walked back into the bathroom and then proceeded to shower, shave, and put
on deodorant and cologne.  He then looked into the mirror once again and
realized the noticeable improvement from just a few minutes earlier.

After a few touchups, Justin walked back into the living room of the suite
and looked for the piece of paper that had his band mate's room numbers
listed on it.  He found it conveniently located next to the phone.

"Um...Hello?"  The voice on the other end of the phone said curiously.

"Yo Josh.  What time are we leaving at, do I need to pack my bags, and can
I go chill in your room?" Justin asked as though he were a child who just
figured out that much could be learned by asking questions.

JC simply laughed before finally responding, "Um...9, No the agency is
doing it for you and well, I think you already know the answer to the last
question." JC stated, still giggling at his friend.

"Well yeah, but you know that I don't like being rude and just barging into
your room without asking if its cool.  But I guess I'll be over in a couple
minutes so I don't accidentally burn down the hotel." Justin said, laughing
at his own comment.

"Alright, see you then."  JC said before hanging up the phone.

Justin stood and walked around the hotel room, making sure that he had
everything that he need.  Wallet.  Key. Cell Phone. He walked out of his
room and proceeded 3 doors down before knocking loudly on the door.

JC opened the door wearing only a towel around his waist, which earned him
a rather puzzled look from his best friend.

"Like something you see?" JC said before moving out of the way to allow
Justin into his room.

"Oh yeah.  You know how much I love you dirty old men who just loving
popping their Viagra."  Justin replied while lightly punching JC in the
arm.

"Yeah well let me just get dressed really quick." JC said before closing
the door behind Justin and walking back into the bathroom.

"You better not be wearing your zebra print dress today again!" Justin
shouted to his friend.  JC simply laughed back at him.  About two minutes
later he walked back out of the room wearing a pair of blue jeans and gray
Abercrombie and Fitch shirt.  He walked over to the couch that Justin was
sitting on and sat down next to him as he tied his sneakers.

"So what are we doing today again?"  Justin asked in an annoyed tone.

"Well, Lance said that we are leaving in a little while, then we have to go
to some office downtown so that we can sign some papers or something.  And
then we leave to Atlanta for out last concert.  Praise the lord
hallelujah!" JC said lightly.

"Yeah, I guess I'm glad that we are finally done with our tour.  I mean,
don't get me wrong, I love touring and all, but sometimes I just get way to
tired and just want to sleep all day." Justin explained.

"Oh give me a break.  You want to sleep all day no matter what the
circumstances." JC replied, mocking his friend.  He finished tying his
shoelaces and leaned back on the couch.  "So what's on your mind?"  JC
asked as he glanced over towards his friend.

"I don't know.  Right now I'm still thinking about pillows and blankets and
darkness and all the things that are associated with what I would love to
still be doing."  Justin said as he leaned his head over and placed it on
JC's shoulder.

"Well, don't worry buddy.  You know we'll be done in a few days and then
you can sleep all you want."  JC reasoned with his friend.  He glanced down
and realized that it was too late and that he was already asleep.  He
laughed quietly to himself before placing Justin's head down on the couch
so that he could sleep for a few more minutes.  JC couldn't help but
smiling at his friend.  He had a rather boyish innocence when he slept that
really could make anybody smile.

JC moved about his room quietly for the next few minutes, gathering his
things and making sure that he had everything he needed with him.  Wallet.
Key.  Cell phone.  Once he was sure that he had everything, he moved back
into the living room and sat on the couch, opposite the end that Justin was
on.  JC turned on the television and just surfed channels while the TV was
muted, so as not to wake his friend.

A few moments later there was a loud knock on the door.  Justin shot up
from the couch and looked around in a very panicked manner.  "How did I..."
he began before JC simply laughed and responded by saying, "Don't worry
Curly, the pink bunnies aren't coming to get you."  Justin laughed and
threw a pillow at his friend who was now standing by the door.  He looked
through the peephole and realized that it was just Lance.

JC opened the door and saw his band mate standing there with a travel bag
on his shoulder.  "You ready to go?" he asked JC while peering into the
room to see Justin sitting on the couch.  JC and Justin groaned
simultaneously before standing and walking out of the room.

"So what's the Scoop, Scoop?" Justin said giggling slightly.

"Well, we just need to be at the Jive office downtown at around twelve so
that we can sign the papers that say we completed the tour.  After that we
are free for the day, but I doubt we will have much more time because the
bus leaves for Atlanta at three this afternoon.  So just get ready for
another day of boring life." Lance sighed before walking to the elevator
and pushing the down button.

The three men were surprised to find that the elevator was already on their
floor and the doors next to them opened.  They stepped in and proceeded to
the ground floor and waited for Joey and Chris to arrive in the lobby.
Lance walked over to the front desk to make sure that everything was in
order, leaving JC and Justin sitting on a rather large couch in the lobby.

Justin gazed outside the large windows and saw a black limousine waiting by
the curb.  "You think that's ours?" he asked, looking down at JC.

"I would imagine so.  I doubt that there are many other world famous
celebrities staying at this hotel tonight." JC said in a very sarcastic
manner.

"Wanna go sit in there then?" Justin asked, almost as though he were eager
to do so.

"Sure.  Just go tell Lance so that he won't think we disappeared."  JC
responded.

Justin walked up next to Lance and informed him that they would be waiting
for the others in the limousine.  Lance simply nodded before continuing his
conversation with the hotel manager. Justin and JC walked quickly towards
the limo and threw themselves in after the driver had opened the door for
them.

There was an almost awkward silence in the limousine for a few moments as
they sat there, listening to the hum of the engine. "So what's up with you,
kid?" JC said as he attempted to mess up Justin's hair.

"Nothing.  Just here, ya know?" Justin said with a blank stare on his face
as he swatted away his friend's hand.  JC realized that Justin really
wasn't in the mood for playing and stopped trying to joke around with his
younger friend.

"Something bothering you, Curly?" JC said in a very concerned voice.

Justin simply sat in silence for a few moments, almost as though he were
allowing the question to set it.  Then he looked at JC with a look that
could best be described as confusion and asked his friend, "Have you ever
been in love?"  JC simply laughed at Justin's question, before he realized
that he wasn't joking about it.  He quieted down and responded by saying,
"Well, I guess I have.  Why do you ask?"

Again, Justin simply had a very blank stare on his face and finally broke
the silence by shaking his head and telling JC, "Just forget about it."

A few seconds later the door to the limo was opened quickly and the three
other members of the group threw themselves in.  The driver took off a few
moments later.  The trip to Jive's office was quite energetic, as the boys
were loud and having fun all the way there.  Soon, they arrived and were
escorted by a security officer into the lobby of the building.

"This better not take too long because I really hate this paperwork crap
they are always making us do."  Chris said in an annoyed tone.

"Yeah tell me about it.  Isn't this what we pay our managers to do?" Joey
said in agreement with Chris.

"Nope.  We just pay them to sit on their fat asses and make sure that we go
where all the little twelve year old girls are." Lance said, trying to
cheer everyone up.  Everyone laughed at his comment.  A few minutes later a
man wearing a navy blue suit came and greeted the members of the band.  The
meeting at Jive took about 4 hours and after it was all said and done,
about 100 papers had been signed and filled out.  The boys were soon on
their way to their final destination on this tour, Atlanta.

The bus ride to the venue was rather quiet for the most part.  Lance and
Joey retired to their separate bunks to take a nap, so as not to get bored
with the long drive.  Chris, Justin, and JC stayed at the rear of the bus
in the living area where they played games on their Playstation 2.

About 3 hours into the trip, Justin excused himself and went to lie down in
his bunk.  It was only a few minutes later that Chris decided to do the
same, and so, JC was left alone in the back of the bus playing video games.
The excitement of this only lasted for a few minutes, so JC turned off the
game and decided that he would go and take a nap to pass time as well.  He
stood and walked over towards his bunk, but before climbing up into it, he
heard something that sounded like a sniffle coming from the bunk below his.
It was Justin's.

Josh knelt down next to the bunk and pulled the curtain back just a bit to
reveal Justin with his back turned towards Josh, and his body trembling a
bit.

"You ok, buddy?" JC said, shaking Justin's shoulder very lightly.

Justin turned to look Josh in the eye, his own were very read.  "Yeah,
I...I...guess I am." Justin said in a very quiet tone.

"You want to talk about it, Curly?" JC said with much concern.

"No, I'll be alright.  You just go to bed, we got a big day tomorrow."
Justin replied as he wiped the tears from his eyes and from his cheeks.

JC made a face of disappointment and decided it would be best to simply
leave his friend alone.  "Well you know I'm always here for you.  Don't
worry what time it is or anything, I'm here for you."  JC said as he rubbed
Justin's shoulder lightly.  "Night kid."  JC stood and climbed to his own
bunk.

JC knew that something was seriously bothering his younger friend.  The
fact of the matter is, he was concerned and it really hurt him to see
Justin upset.  But, he also knew that Justin would come to talk to him when
he was ready as he always did.  JC cleared his mind, closed his eyes, and
slowly drifted off to sleep.



*** OK.  That's the end of chapter one.  I really hope that it wasn't too
short or that it was written well or whatever.  I'm REALLY trying to do
well, and I want this to be a story that SOMEBODY enjoys.  Um...like I said
earlier, if you have any comments or suggestions, just go ahead and drop me
a line at CEQARHT@yahoo.com .  I'd really appreciate it ;-) Tell me what
you all think, because feedback is what will make me want to keep writing.
Expect the next chapter sometime within a week.  It may take a while
because I have school and all, but I promise I'll do it bit by bit until it
is done.  Thanks ya'll.