Date: Mon, 12 May 2003 23:02:06 -0300 From: Juston Drew McCance Subject: Brian's Soulmate: Chapters One & Two BRIAN'S SOULMATE ~ Chapter One: LEGAL DISCLAIMERS: If you are under 18 or not of legal age in your country, please don't read on. If you couldn't accept themes in the likes of homosexuality, please don't read on. This is a story concerning gay males having intimate relationships and is considered FOR ADULTS ONLY due to its sexual theme and contents. BUT if you really like this stuff, please don't tell others. Everything in this story is purely FICTIONAL. Or it's not true!!!! Even if this story involved Backstreet Boys, all that happens here is fictional. Again, it's not true. I don't know anything about their sexuality, if they're gay (but I do have my speculations) or not but I wrote this of freedom of speech and my love for these guys. AGAIN, it's NOT TRUE!!! But don't we all hope that it's at least true. Hehehehe. AUTHOR'S NOTES: Hey guys and gals Hi everyone! This is the first chapter of BRIAN'S SOULMATE. Well, this is a story that involves the guys of Backstreet Boys. I hope that you like this first installment. A bunch of apologies for the typographical and grammatical errors found. I finally realized that I hate prepositions I'm having a hard time using them! But, I would like to hear some feed back or even suggestions as to what you think or even what you would like to see in the next chapter of BRIAN'S SOULMATE. Contact me at j_mccance81@hotmail.com Thanks a lot, Juston My Point of View: It was 8:30 in the morning on Saturday, June 8, 2002; when the phone ringing waked me up, I figured that one of my parents would have gotten the phone; but I soon remembered that they where gone shopping for groceries and would not be back until a little later, so I jumped up and ran for the phone before who every it was hung up, because I figured that it was my grandparents calling. Hello, I said as I answered the phone. Yes, may I speak with a Mr. William McNaughton? May I ask who is calling? And what this is all about, I said. Oh I'm sorry, my name is Gregory Stevens; and I plan on offering Mr. McNaughton a job, he said. Well you can start off by calling me Wil, and not Mr. McNaughton, because that happens to be my father, I said. Okay then Wil, the job that I would like to offer you; would be to work for the record label "The Firm," in which you'd be responsible for one of the hottest boy bands in the music industry. In other words you would be responsible for none other than the Backstreet Boys. Now you'd be the groups PR Manager. How does that sound to you Wil, he said. Well Greg, I would love for the opportunity, in which to be able to work in the music industry especially for a record label such as one like "The Firm," I said. That's great Wil! How soon are you able to start for us? Greg asked me. Lets see; I said. Well to tell you the truth I really never thought that I was going to get offered the job as the Public Relations Manager for the Backstreet Boys. I just assumed that the position would have been offered or at least given to someone within the Firm, I said to Greg. Well you where wrong about that one there Wil, because Johnny and the rest of us including the Backstreet Boys themselves where very impressed with your resume, that you sent to us by way of the Monster.com website. And trust me when I say that, it was an option that was thrown around at first by everyone in the boardroom, saying that the position should have gone to someone within the business. But, in the end you were the only one that came out on top in every conversation that went around that boardroom table, said Greg. Well in that case I guess that I could be at your location as soon as you would like to have me there I said. (There was some silence from Greg's end!) After a few minutes, he came back on the line asking if I could be there for the 22-23 of June 2002. I thought about it for a couple of minutes, and then I said that I could be there a lot sooner, if need be. In turn Greg responded by asking if I could be in Orlando, for the 15-16 of June 2002. I soon told him that it would work out just fine for me. I said, to Greg that sounds just perfectly fine with me in every way possible. Alright, you've got four days to get everything ready before you are required to be down here, Greg said. Okay that is fine by me, I said to him. Umm ¼Wil, I'm going to send the corporate jet up to retrieve you, it will be waiting for you at the Pearson International Airport. I will also be sending a limousine to your place to pick you up and drive you to the airport, where it will be taking you right out on to the tarmac, so that you can get your things checked by security and then board the jet with out waiting for a flight no. to be called inside. The limo will be at your place around 3:30 p.m., and I will have the jet ready to depart from Pearson International Airport for around no later than 5:00 p.m., said Greg. That is fine by me Greg. Now what about my belongings here in Canada, because I do have a good number of things that are going to be needed to be transported down here for my place when I find one that is, I said. Don't worry about trying to find a place to live, that will be taken care of for you, plus it will be furnished, with what ever it is that you would like to have in the place for furnishings. And besides I'm going to have someone go up and retrieve the remainder of your tings for you and they will be brought to your place for you, he said. I was stunned by that statement Greg and the guys where going to look for a place for me to live and also furnish it for me as well, I thought to myself that it was to good to be true, until everything was confirmed for me when Greg asked me; So, what would you like to have in the range of a place to live, plus furnishings any particular style, color that you would like to have in your place Wil, he said to me over the phone? While Wil, what are you looking for in a place to live and the color and style of furniture, he asked me again? Oh, I `m sorry about that Greg, um ... what I am looking for in a place to live would have to be big, but large enough. So, I guess if you could find a condo, if that is at all possible to ask for Greg, I said. And as for the color and style of the furniture, the color would have to be blue and white in every room in the place in the way of furniture and wood coffee tables and end tables, I said to him, how does that sound to you Greg. That sounds just great, I get a start on that right away for you so that by the time that you get here everything will be done and waiting for you, he said to me. We talked for a few more minutes; he told me that he would have somebody at the airport to meet me when I arrived. After a few more minutes of chatting with Greg; we decided that we should say good-bye to each other and hung-up the phone. To Be Continued ... I would greatly appreciate anyone's thoughts or ideas as to how I could improve the stories that are going to be apart of this series. JDMcCance Love yah ********************************************************************************************************************************************** BRIAN'S SOULMATE ~ Chapter Two: LEGAL DISCLAIMERS: If you are under 18 or not of legal age in your country, please don't read on. If you couldn't accept themes in the likes of homosexuality, please don't read on. This is a story concerning gay males having intimate relationships and is considered FOR ADULTS ONLY due to its sexual theme and contents. BUT if you really like this stuff, please don't tell others. Everything in this story is purely FICTIONAL. Or it's not true!!!! Even if this story involved Backstreet Boys, all that happens here is fictional. Again, it's not true. I don't know anything about their sexuality, if they're gay (but I do have my speculations) or not but I wrote this of freedom of speech and my love for these guys. AGAIN, it's NOT TRUE!!! But don't we all hope that it's at least true. Hehehehe. AUTHOR'S NOTES: Hey guys and gals Hi everyone! This is the first chapter of BRIAN'S SOULMATE. Well, this is a story that involves the guys of Backstreet Boys. I hope that you like this first installment. A bunch of apologies for the typographical and grammatical errors found. I finally realized that I hate prepositions I'm having a hard time using them! But, I would like to hear some feed back or even suggestions as to what you think or even what you would like to see in the next chapter of BRIAN'S SOULMATE. Contact me at j_mccance81@hotmail.com Thanks a lot, Juston My Point of View Continued: It was around noon when my parents returned from town. It was at that moment that decided, that I would tell my parents about the call and the job offer that I received this morning; it was also at that moment that I decided that would also tell them I was gay and that I had a crush on Brian Thomas Littrel of the Backstreet Boys. To my own surprise they took all the news very well, even the fact that I was gay had been taken very well by my parents. I twent a lot better than I excepted it to go. They both told me that no matter what happened, that they would always love me and the life choice's that I made to go along with them. That evening my mom took me to town, so that I could get some luggage, along with that I purchased some clothes, a laptop with a portable modem, not to mention a portable printer and a cellphone all of which came with really great plans. I also got myself a new alarm clock. The next few days for me and my family were very hectic, but we managed to get through everything. Finally the day arrived, that I would begin my new lifestyle as the Public Relations Manager for the Backstreet Boys. I got up, showered, shaved and got dressed. I also made sure that I had everything that I was going to need to take with me. At around 25 after 2, the limo pulled up to take me to the Pearson International Airport. The driver came to the door and was greeted by my dad, who was on his way out to the limo with my luggage, so that they could be put in the trunk of the limo. I on the other hand took the case that carried my laptop, my backpack that had the portable modem and portable printer along with my CD Player and my CD's in it. I said my final good-byes to my family, telling them that I would call them once I landed in Orlando or that I would call them on my cell phone from the air. They said, that it would be alright, and that they all told me to keep in touch as much as possible and when I could get the time to call them or send them an email. I got into the limo and we got under way to the Pearson International Airport. As I sat there in the back of the limo, I began to think as to how much I was going to miss my home, my family; but, those were soon taken away as we entered the road that lead out to the tarmac, and not to mention the new life that was awaiting for me in Orlando. I looked around as I stepped out of the limo; as I did I was approached by one of the security guards who checked all of my bags, so that I could board the jet. I t surprised me to know that we were an hour and forty-five minutes ahead of schedule, I boarded the jet and the captain was given the all clar to proceed down the runway, so we could take off before we had to actually leave which was meant to be around five p.m. that evening, but that didn't happen. For me this meant that I would be getting into Orlando a lot earlier than already predicted, in which I figured would be somewhere around ten or eleven p.m. that night. But, now it is going to be around eight or nine p.m. instead and that was according to the Captian. With that information I decided that I would give Greg a call, to provide him with a heads up as to what time I was going to be landing at the Orlando International Airport. "Hello!" "Hi Greg, it's me Wil." "Oh hey Wil, how is the flight going for you so far?" "It is going great Greg, but the reason that I am calling is because the time for my arrival has changed to sometime around 8-9 p.m. instead of 10-11 p.m., so could you make sure that who ever it is that is suppose to be picking me up at the airport know of the time change." "Why don't you tell him yourself Wil, he is just walking through the door right at this moment." "Yeah sure Greg, put him on." "Just a minute, and then you can talk to him, okay." "Yeah, that is fine with me, Greg." "Great I'm just going to put you on hold for a couple of minutes, is that fine with you?" "Yeah Greg, it is fine with me." To Be Continued ... I would greatly appreciate anyone's thoughts or ideas as to how I could improve the stories that are going to be apart of this series. JDMcCance Love yah