Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2012 01:58:32 +1100
From: Nortey Nortey <nortey@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hayden Christensen - Episode 02

Disclaimer - This story is fictional. I am in no way associated to Hayden
Christensen, nor do I claim to know his sexual preference. This story has
elements of same sex relationship which may not be suitable to all
audiences. My use of Star Wars references are in no way licensed, and is
owned by George Lucas and Lucasfilm.

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As Tyrone approached the train station, he decided to buy a magazine to
read on the trip home. He grabbed one of the entertainment magazines and
headed to his platform. The train pulled into the station and Tyrone got on
board. He sat down, pulled his magazine out. He began flicking through the
pages to find an article he was interested in. Then he stopped. Tyrone
stared at the picture that accompanied one of the articles. It was titled,
"The Lucas Empire Returns To Sydney". The picture, was of a young man,
dressed as a Jedi, weilding a blue light-sabre in fighting stance. He
breathed.

"Hayden..."

Tyrone's head spun.

"Oh my god," he thought to himself "He's the new Anakin Skywalker!". Tyrone
stared out the window of the train trying to take it all in. The idea that
he had just come in contact with potentially one of the most famous people
in the world flew around in his mind. His feeling was a mixture of
excitement, confusion and anxiety.

It all made sense now! Hayden had said he was in Sydney for work and that
he would be in Sydney for another 2 and a half months. Just as it was
reported in the article. All he could think of was how much he couldn't
wait until Hayden called. He didnt want to wait, he wanted to see Hayden
again right now!

The train came to a halt and Tyrone disembarked. Walked home, while his
mind replayed the day's events. He could not believe how ignorant he was,
that he did not know who he had spent the day with. He wondered if it was
his indifference to Hayden's "fame" that made Hayden warm to him. Or, would
Hayden prefer it if Tyrone acknowledged who he was? All these
questions. Foremost of which was ... Is Hayden in any way attracted to me?
Tyrone ran through these questions in his head, and wondered if he should
tell anyone. But who would believe him? He decided to tell his best friend,
Pauline.

That night, he arranged to meet Pauline at Hard Rock Cafe. Hard Rock was
Tyrone's "restaurant of the season". It would always change every few
months. Tyrone arrived before Pauline did. He was shown to a booth table
and given a menu.

"I'm going to wait for my friend to arrive before I order anything." Tyrone
said.

"Sure sir, can I get you a drink while you wait?" the waitress offered.

"Just a Coke, thanks" Tyrone replied.

After about 10 minutes, Pauline arrived. Tyrone saw her enter and waved her
over to the booth.

"8 o'clock huh?" Tyrone said, teasingly.

"Ah, shuddup. So, what was the big emergency tonight? Is there
something wrong?" Pauline asked.

"You're not going to believe what happened today while I was in the city."
Tyrone said.

"I dunno, you saw a naked man run through the streets?", Pauline said. She
knew it must have been something to do with a man. Tyrone was always
talking to her about the men in his life. Or lack, thereof. Tyrone hadn't
dated anyone in over a year and she hoped that his news would somehow
involve a potential boyfriend.

"No," Tyrone said, trying to contain himself "you know how they're filming
the new Star Wars in Sydney again..."

"... You saw them filming in the street?" Pauline said, cutting him off.

"Yeah Pauline, Obi - Wan and the droids battled it out in the heart of
Sydney with business men and Japanese tourists in the background..." Tyrone
said, sarcastically. "No, I was at the Harbour and this guy came over to
me. Guess who it was?"

"Um, George Lucas wanting to know if you're free to take the role of C3PO
cause they cant fit that old man in the suit anymore?" Pauline said,
relentlessly.

"NO! The guy who plays the new Anakin Skywalker!" Tyrone said, pointing to
the magazine article.

Pauline reached over for the magazine and eyed the picture of
Hayden. "Hmmm, cute! A definately high on the hunk scale. So, when did you wake
up out of this dream?"

"I'm serious." Tyrone said. "Look, I gave him my mobile number and he said
he'd call tomorrow. I just HAD to tell someone."

Pauline thought about it. Tyrone was right, he wouldn'd lie about something
like this. Unless, he was being really cruel and was trying to set her up
on a practical joke. She gave him the benefit of the doubt. She asked him
what they did today and Tyrone told her. He asked her about what she thinks
he should do when Hayden calls. How to react, whether or not to tell Hayden
that he saw the article. They came to a conclusion that he should just run
with what feels natural.

They left the restaurant and Tyrone dropped Pauline off. He drove home
without any closure on the subject. He had a class for his journalism
course tomorrow and knew that he would not be able to concentrate at all
if he was going to think of Hayden. He decided to try to forget about it
until Hayden actually rang. What if he didn't call? He'd just made a fool
of himself to Pauline. Tyrone's palms were clammy. He went to bed that
night, and tried to sleep. Of course he couldnt. He made sure his mobile was
fully charged. He didnt want the battery to run out in case Hayden
rang. And he made a note to make sure he got a contact number from him when
he did call. With that, he turned over and tried to fall asleep.

The next morning, Tyrone got out of bed straight away when his alarm
rang. He usually took his time getting out of bed, but the previous day's
events had spurred him to want to get this day over and done with. He got
ready and headed to the city for class.

The whole time Tyrone was at college he could not stop looking at his
phone. He had to have it on silent. He would have to excuse himself and
leave the room if the phone rang. He didnt care, he wanted Hayden to call.

11 o'clock.

12 o'clock.

1 o'clock.

"This is the last time I let someone go without telling me what time they
intend to call!!!" Tyrone thought to himself.

2 o'clock.

2:19pm. The phone vibrated on Tyrone's desk. He snatched it and held it out
for the lecturer to see, to show that he was leaving the class to take the
call. The lecturer nodded. Tyrone stepped into the hallway. He looked at
the phone display. It said "Private Number". He gulped and hit the green
phone button.

"Hello?"

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