Date: Fri, 5 Sep 2003 19:05:05 EDT
From: MaximusEuphorius@aol.com
Subject: Just Hope - Part Three

Sorry about delay, but just have had a few difficulties with stuff in
general recently, anyway, here is part three. Please keep your e-mail
coming in to X_Piemonte@hotmail.com Although my e-mail has been a little
screwy dunno if its 100%.  Keep em comin!

DISCLAIMER - This story is purely fictional and does not imply anything
about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned, and does not imply
anything about the private lives of them.

The eyes and voice were with him all night long, filling Will's dreams with
sensations he had not felt in a long time.  His mind was awash with...he
couldn't work them out.  The only thing that Will knew for sure was that he
had never really felt like this before, and certainly never after such a
short time of meeting someone, or at least, meeting them in person.

Will awoke with no hangover, much to his surprise, and Rupert's bitter
envy, since Rupert had been liasing with the toilet for the past 2 hours,
and the dissolvable headache stuff.  The party had continued to go on after
Will's dream had left him at the bar, and so had the barman on Rupert and
Will's glasses.  They took a taxi from the house back to Will's new London
flat, and had pretty much (after finding their own beds) collapsed and
fallen into the land of nod.  Despite the masses of booze running through
his veins, Will still felt he could reason, still could feel and think a
bit, and there was only one thing on his mind that was for certain.

Will got up and went into the bathroom, once Rupert was finally done in
there.  He turned on the shower, then turned where he met his reflection in
the mirror with a strange feeling of surprise, as though it were some hot
guy in a bar.  Will never really bragged about himself to anyone, since he
was always overcome by a great sense of modesty.  Truth is though he had
nothing to be modest about, and in this moment of solitude, Will couldn't
help but admire himself (just a bit) He had a great body, nice face and an
arse to die for.  He stepped into the shower and washed away the legacy of
the night before. The smoke, the alcohol, the general sweat and odour,
emerging refreshed, a clean canvas for the day.  He put on a robe and
headed for the kitchen, where he found poor Rupert sitting there looking
very sorry for himself indeed.

"Poor baby" said Will in a tone that simply made Rupert smoulder there in
his terrible state.

All Rupert could offer back was a slight grunt.  He had neither the will or
the energy to even try to take on his brother in any kind of war of words
at this time in the morning, or at this time when he was feeling so much
like a big pile of smelly shit in a t-shirt, with roughed up hair and
stubble to match.

"What time do you have to go today Rupert?"

"Well, my train to Exeter is at about 4 I think...yeah...4."

"Oh well, it'll give you some time to recuperate.  Listen why don't you
stay here, I'm just gonna go out for some air and buy a paper or something
while it's still early"

"You're a bloody millionaire and you don't even bother to get papers
delivered?" Said Rupert

"Well, you know, it's just an expression really. I just want to get away
from you while you're...well...like this. The shower's over there by the
way, I suggest you run to it, fast, before you set off some sort of alarm."

"Very funny" replied Rupert.

"Just go back to bed Hangover King!"

Will left Rupert to himself and stepped out. It was only 7.40, according to
his watch.  Surely there wouldn't be any hardcore fans out just yet, surely
not this early on a Sunday morning. Will walked down the street and took in
the air, which he breathed in deeply.  He'd never been so happy.  His phone
was switched on, full signal, waiting for the guy to call, waiting for the
joy that he'd found to come right back into his life.  Right there and
then, the vibration began.  His hand shook and the ring-tone started.

'Could this be it?' Thought Will, 'Could this be him'

His eyes moved slowly down to the small coloured screen of his phone,
everything had passed into slow motion again and his heartbeat echoed in
his very soul as he focused in.  'BMG' was the name there.  Not
him. Not...unknown number.

"Shit" He pressed that green button and answered with a pretty ordinary
"Hello"

"Will hey! Guessin' you know who this is...haha"

"Yeah, I guessed, it's a little early isn't it?"

"Well, you know Will, we love to keep you on your toes down here at the old
record company. If we didn't then you'd be out of work"

"Fair point, so, what's this all about?"

"Well Will, we've been asked...well, you're being asked if you would like
to sing a couple of songs at the Lord of the Rings Post-Premier Party
tonight and the Z Club."

"How many are we talking?"

"Ah, just a rather exclusive club packed with hot A list celebs and the odd
guest or two. Nothing too taxing for you Will, ey?"

"I suppose not, sure I'll do it, I've got nothing else planned, when is
it?"

"Not confirmed yet Will mate, we'll get back to you ASAP."

"Sure ok, that's fine. See you then"

He hung up and put the phone back in his pocket.  Oh well, it wasn't him,
but it was a job, and nothing too much.  Will really did want to take a
break from it all for a while.  His second album had been finished way
ahead of schedule, and his other CDs were selling well, so these odd small
gigs were all he really wanted and/or needed at the moment.  He wanted some
time to himself, some time for personal matters, something which he had to
totally abandon when he won pop idol.

Will walked to a small park, and sat on a bench. He'd bought a coffee and
decided to take in more of that fresh air, even if it was London City air.
He drank his coffee and just relaxed.  It was a lovely cool morning, not
cold, just nice and cool, which helped niggles in his mind fade away.  The
morning air was the best tonic Will could ever want in his mind.  He loved
it.

It got to 8.10 and Will thought he'd better be heading back home and to
Rupert.  As he rose from the park bench those good vibrations started
again, as did the polyphonic music.  It was such a deja-vu for Will, and
it all started again like it had done before when his bastard agent had
been ringing.  He took the phone out of his pocket and once again looked at
the screen.

"unknown number" it said.

Will said nothing, he answered very slowly, and very calmly, trying to
contain himself while he was in this public place, even if it was pretty
quiet at the moment.

"Hello?" Will said

"Hey, Will, it's me, remember me from last night? Or from anywhere else?"

"You didn't think I'd forget..."

He seemed to pause for just a moment

"...did you Robbie?"

<end of part 3>

Hope it was worth the wait for this part. Please keep the e-mails coming in
I really appreciate all the e-mail I get, if I can get to read it! Lol,
lousy screwy e-mail services! Address is up at the top of the story.

Cheers

XPi