Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2002 13:56:13 EST
From: THRAWN5678@aol.com
Subject: Never Guess Who Ran Into Me Today Chapter 1 Revised

Disclaimer: I don't know anybody from N Sync, though I'd sure like to, and
thus this story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the
true sexual ity of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge
about their private lives. This story should not be read by anybody who is
not legally allowed to read it.. So if you're underage, leave right now!!

Author's Note: Hey, people, this is my first submission to the Nifty
Archives. I hope you all like it... This story will contain a relationship
between a fictional character, and one of the members of N Sync. I would
love to get some input, so e-mail me!! Tell me if you like it! Tell me what
you would like to see in it!!  E-mail me at THRAWN5678@hotmail.com. This
first chapter is pretty long, but it sets the stage for the rest of the
chapters. And I wanted to get all of this out of the way, so that we could
meet the celebrities. You won't see N Sync in this chapter, but at least
one of them will be in the next chapter. Oh yeah. I am not the sort of fan
who memorizes tour schedules or anything, or some of the nitpicky stuff, so
if my information is slightly wrong, so be it. If I've made any big errors,
though, please tell me. The beginning of the story, and perhaps more, will
occur in St. Louis, which is the main character's and myhometown. So at
least that stuff will be correct. Finally. I am a big fan of the type of
story where there is a lot more than just sex and the like. So don't expect
hot steamy sex each chapter. I want this to be more of a relationship
story, with sex thrown in it as well.

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You'll Never Guess Who Ran into Me Today

Chapter 1

Life was good. Well, as good as life can be at 7:00 in the morning.

"Buzz, Buzz, Buzz!" said the alarm clock as it woke Ryan up from a pleasant
slumber. 'Grr,' he thought. 'I hate mornings..' He hit the snooze button,
and buried his head in his pillow. But unfortunately, Ryan had another
wake-up call coming, one that he couldn't ignore.

"Ryan, honey, you'd better get up, or you'll be late to class!!" his mother
said cheerfully.

"I'll be up in a minute, Mom!" Ryan shouted. He then looked at the alarm
clock.  7:40. "Shit!" He quickly popped into the shower, and then put on
his clothes. He had to be in class in 20 minutes and was running
late. Again. He just couldn't get the hangof this waking up early
thing. And he had to drive through the busy streets of St. Louis to get
there. Ryan didnt bother with breakfast, since he was running late, and ran
to my car. He broke the speed limit as he drove to the local community
college. But he was still ten minutes late to French class. Ryan ran to the
class, andthen calmly opened the door, and walked in. The teacher didn't
say anything, as he walked to his seat.

"So glad you could join us, Mr. Holden. You are aware that this class
starts at 8:00, not 8:10 or 8:15. And I'm sure you also realize that your
grade gets lowered each time you come into this class late?"

"Yes, Monsieur Swaty, I know. It won't happen again," Ryan said
apologetically.

"It had better not. You are a bright student, Mr. Holden. You could have an
A in this class if you would only applyyourself, and do your homework. And
arrive here on time, I might add. Alright. Where were we, class?"

Well, this day was starting off just swell. And the fun didn't stop there.
Ryan had failed to finish a set of math problems that his calculus teacher
assigned, and was given an incomplete score. And finally, to top things
off, he forgot to clip a newspaper article out of the paper for Current
Events, and was dressed down by the strict professor.

Ryan was normally a good student, but he had a lot on his mind. He had
known he was gay for quite some time, but he hadn't come out to anybody
yet. He had figured that it was need to know business, and at that
particular point, they didnt need to know. Besides, what good would it do?
But there was one exception. Greg. Just thinking about him gave Ryan
shivers down his back. Possibly his best, and only friend. And Ryan had a
crush on him. Actually, it felt like more than that. And Greg sure was
giving off mixed signals, signals that were picked up by Ryan's gaydar, and
stored away for future use. Possibly today. Ryan had lost sleep all week
over this. And he had decided to come out to Greg. Hopefully, Greg would
reply likewise, and everything would be great. Even Greg telling him that
he wasn't gay, but was ok with Ryan's being gay. Ryan had asked Greg over
after class to talk about this.

Ryan was still thinking about this as he pulled up in the driveway. He
locked his car andwent in the house, to be greeted by his mom.

"Hi, Ryan, how was class today?" Mom asked. Ryan answered with a
grunt. "That good, huh? Ya know, I was talking to Mrs. Malone the other
day, and she said Amanda would be glad to go out with you."

"Mom, I don't want to go out on a date with Amanda, and I definitely don't
want you playing matchmaker with me. I can find my own dates," He said
firmly. Yeah..  Like Greg, or somebody like that. But no way that he was
going to tell his mother that. Just then, a car pulled up into the
driveway.

"Hey, Mom, I'll talk to ya later. Greg's here."

"Ok, honey. Is he staying for dinner?"

"I don't know..." I hope so, he thought to himself... Ryan opened the door,
and let Greg in. "Hey, Greg, how ya doin'? Thanx coming over."

"Well, I was curious as to what you wanted to talk about," replied
Greg. You sounded so mysterious over the phone last night."

"Ok, let's go in my room, and I'll tell ya." Ryan led him to his room, and
closed the door behind Greg. Greg sat down on the bed, and Ryan sat on a
chair facing him. "Well, Greg, this is something that's been on my mind for
quite a while now, and I've been wanting to tell you. But I hadn't got
around to it. But I decided that now was the time."

"Alright," said Greg. "Did you, like, kill somebody, or something like
that?"

"Nah!!" Ryan said, laughing. "But it is serious. We are friends, right? No
matter what?"

"Of course, Ryan," replied Greg. "We'll always be friends." 'What is he
leading up to,' Greg thought.

"Greg, I've got to tell you something about myself. Greg, I'm, I'm.."

"You're what? You can tell me"

"I'm..I'm gay."

"WHAT?!!" Greg jumped up. "YOU SICK, PERVERTED FAG!!! How could you keep
this from me? Why didn't you let me know that my so-called best friend was
QUEER?!"

"Greg...please...listen to me.." Ryan said softly, trying to hold back
tears and failing miserably.

"Why should I listen to a cock-sucking fag?! So this is why you always want
to get together, eh? To jump in my pants?! I'm leaving, and I don't plan on
ever talking to you again!!" Greg stormed out of the room.

Ryan hadn't moved from his seat the whole time, and as Greg left the room,
Ryan started sobbing hard. After about an hour, he finally stirred. He got
up, and went to the bathroom to wash his face. He finally trudged into the
living room, where his mother was. She didn't say anything to him, but he
was too occupied to even notice. Finally, she spoke.

"Is there something you've been neglecting to tell me, Ryan?" she said in a
cold tone.

"Ummm, I don't think so, Mom," Ryan said, not wanting to deal with this
right now.

"Actually, there is, and you know it, Ryan Andrew Holden. I overheard your
conversation. At least, what Greg said. Is it true? Are you gay?"

Ryan put his face in his hands. He definitely did not want to deal with
this right now. "Yeah, mom, it's true," he said softly.

His mother came up to him, and raised his head up. "You look at me when you
say that, Ryan Andrew Holden. Are you gay?"

"Yes, mother, I am. I'm sorry for not telling you sooner, but I wasn't sure
how you'd react."

"Well, you're finding out now. Get out. Now. Pack a bag, and leave. And
don't ever plan on coming back. I had a son, named Ryan, once. He had a
promising future. Now all I see in front of me is a sick person who is
going to die alone, and go to Hell for going against God's teachings. Get
out."

The tears Ryan had managed to suppress came back in full force. Sobbing, he
ran to his room, and tossed some clothes in a little overnight bag. He got
out his life savings, a measly $400. Grabbing his keys and wallet, he
headed out the door, with no intention of ever coming back.

He drove around for a while, and finally came to a decision. He had a good
job at Wal-mart, and working full-time, he could perhaps afford a cheap
apartment. He had illusions abouthis other relatives being sympathetic to
his plight, since they often disparaged gays.

Unfortunately, this plan failed before Ryan had even started implementing
it.  As Ryan knew, Greg worked at the same Wal-mart. (In fact, Ryan had
gotten Greg the job out of friendship) And Greg had started working before
Ryan had gotten there. Greg wasted no time telling the other employees of
Ryan's nonstandard sexual orientation. This immediately made him the target
of many nasty jokes, and many disgusted looks. Though Ryan had expected no
less. In a community of rednecks, being gay was the worsething possible.
Finally, Ryan couldn't take any more of it. He threw down his Wal-mart
vest, and walked out of the building.

He drove around for a while with no destination in mind, until the car ran
out of gas. But that didn't stop him. He simply left the car there, and
started walking.  He finally reached a MetroLink stop. Giving his feet a
break, he rode the Metrolink for a while, and got off at the Savvis Center
stop. He then continued walking. In his wanderings, he passed the Adam's
Mark Hotel. Outside of the hotel, was a small army of teenaged girls,
screaming and yelling and waving posters. But Ryan didn't even give it a
second thought. He continued walking, and turned onto a one-way street.
There were cars lining both sides of the street, presumably the vehicles of
the crazy teenagers outside of the hotel, or at least their mother's.
Absently noting that his feet were killing him, Ryan spotted a coffee shop
across the street. In his distracted state, he didn't follow the advice
that everybody has said at one time or another. He didn't look before
crossing the street. He was halfway across the street, before realizing
there was an SUV barrelling down the street, right for him. Ryan simply
stood there, watching the SUV, and thinking to himself that this could be
the best way to escape these problems...

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That's all for now... Tell me what you think about it!!