Date: Tue, 18 Sep 2001 00:14:48 -0700 (PDT) From: J X Subject: Memoirs Chapter 3 As always, this story cannot be used on any site without my permission, blah blah blah. You should really know the drill by now. If you want it, contact me at XXX_Supafly@yahoo.com. This and all my stories can be found on my site http://www.angelfire.com/mi3/TripleX Disclaimer: This story contains sexual situations between two guys. If that don't float your boat, what exactly are you doing in the gay section of the site? I hope you all enjoy this. *************** Back in the present with me again. I was definently flying high. Happiness couldn't describe how I felt. Euphoria is more like it. Anytime I thought about my show, my unbreakable smile returned. And then add to it all the amazing feelings I had for Doyle. Needless to say, I couldn't stop smiling at that point in my life. And things were on course to only get better. The days up until my show were pretty boring, so I won't go into those. But as Tuesday rolled around, things got pretty exciting. Maestro, flashback music if you please.... * * * Chapter 3: Lucky Streak Continues All throughout school that day I couldn't concentrate. All I could think about was my show. I had been having horrible nightmares about people hating the songs I'd chosen, and tossing things at me. Like, eggs, tomatoes, knives, etc. I had awoke the last three nights in a cold sweat. And then it would take me hours of convincing myself it wasn't real, and that everything would go good to be able to get back to sleep. And as Tuesday rolled around, those feelings drifted from nightmares into daydreams. Thank God there was nothing important going on that day. Because I seriously doubted I would accomplish a whole lot in the school field. When 3:00 rolled around, I was getting restless. I had thought about skipping out at lunch and going home. But with my mother being a photographer, it was impossible to tell if she'd be home or not. So somehow I managed to make it through the whole day. But as the final bell rang, I immediately ran to my car and headed home. On the ride home I was reminded that I still had four hours until my show. This was torture. I had to find a way to occupy my time for the next four hours, or I was going to go insane. Speaking of insane, I'm sure Ashley will come keep me company. I picked up my cell phone and quickly dialed her number. "Yo," Her brother answered in his typical fashion. "Hey Parker, is Ash home yet?" I asked "Just pulled in, hold on a sec," "K," I set the phone on the dash board and put in my hands free ear piece. I drummed my thumb on the steering wheel as I waited rather unpatiently for Ashley to answer the phone. As I was pulling into my driveway, she finally picked up. "Ethan baby, what's up?" She said, in a highly mocking tone. "Don't call me baby, that's icky," I replied, opening my car door. "That is true, you ARE sleeping with my cousin," She laughed back, putting a heavy emphasis on are. "I'm not sleeping with anyone. Though I plan to," I laughed back. "If he weren't my cousin, I'd say nice thought," She laughed. "Now what'd ya want?" "Come keep me company for the next four hours, or I may go insane," "Okay, I'll be over in a few," "Okay, later," "Bye bye," I switched the phone off then walked inside. My mother was gone, as usual when I returned home. I walked into the kitchen and immediately opened the refrigerator. I grabbed out a bottle of Cherry Coke then walked back to my bedroom. The caller ID was blinking, so I picked up the phone to check for voice mail. "You have two new messages," The computerized voice told me. "First new message, sent at 11:45 AM," "Ethan honey, its mom. I've got a job in Houston for the next few days. I'm really sorry I won't be able to catch your show tonight. But I promise I'll make it up to you when I come home. I should be back by Thursday. There's money in the coffeepot, and your Aunt Caitlyn will check up on you sometime. And Ethan, honey, Please eat more than pizza," I chuckled slightly at the finish of that message. She knew all I would order would be pizza, so I don't know why she bothered saying that. I was kinda bummed though, I really wanted her to see me perform tonight. But I completely understood that she wouldn't be able to make it. That was one reason I wanted to make it in music so badly, so my mother could stop working so much. She had worked her whole life to support me, and I really wanted to pay her back. After the message from my mom finished, I erased it and let the next message play through. "Second message, sent at 3:01 PM," The computerized voice spoke once more. "Umm hey Ethan, its me Doyle. Just calling like I said I would. I'll see you at your show tonight. Bye," I erased the message and smiled. He still sounded nervous, which I found incredibly cute. I thought we had gotten over that with our long talk the other night, but I guess not. I was so happy he would be at my show tonight. Something about singing in front of him made me even more excited than I was. He just made me so happy. I knew that if one of the songs I had chosen didn't go over well, I'd be able to look into Doyle's emerald green eyes and smile. I placed the phone back on the base and took a quick swig of my Cherry Coke. I started to walk back to the kitchen, as the door alert system went off. I switched it off quickly and went to the door. As expected, it was Ashley. "Hey Ash," I said, opening the door then returning to the kitchen. "Hey," She said, walking in and shutting the door behind her. "The nervousness eating you yet?" "Not too bad. Of course, I've tried not to think about it for the last 10 minutes," "You'll be great. All of your songs are hits, so everyone should like them. And if not, I'll kick their asses," Ashley joked, grabbing a bottled water from my refrigerator. "When I'm famous, you can be my head of security," I laughed, taking a seat at the bar. "I'm gonna remember that," I just laughed and began to fumble with a pen on the bar. I was starting to get nervous now. But I couldn't really place what was making me nervous. It wasn't performing in front of people, that was my absolute favorite part. I guess it was the legend that Kelly had left behind. Doyle had gotten me some tapes of her performances over the two years she was at Jensen's. She ruled the crowd. They hung on her every word. I had some really huge shoes to fill. I just hoped I came close to doing so. Ashley and I wasted most of the time before my show. We talked about the usual stuff, TV, school, etc. We even did my math homework. I say WE did my homework, because in all honesty Ashley did more than I did. I couldn't help it, I hated Algebra. But anyways, by the time we finished up with my homework, it was time to get to my show. I changed quickly into what I planned on wearing, then gave myself a quick glance in the mirror. Thanks to about 20 pounds of gel, my hair was still perfect. I popped my contacts back in, then was ready to go. I grabbed a bottle of water, then quickly pushed Ashley out the door. I would do my vocal warm ups in the car. I just really wanted to get there. The nervousness was gone. It was sheer excitement now. This was it. This performance would make or break me at Jensen's. And I really didn't feel like being broken today. * * * As Mick had told me, Tuesday seemed to be a very busy day as there were only a few seats to be found. Thankfully they had put a sign up saying I was the new act. I really didn't feel like being booed off the stage by irate fans who came to see Kelly. I left Ashley at a table then went to check in with Mick. He was just ending a phone call as I walked in. He hung up the phone then motioned me to sit down. "You nervous?" He asked, sitting down behind his desk. "A little. I'll be fine once I step on stage though," I replied, fiddling with the cap on my bottled water. "Its a full house tonight. Word got out about your performance on Friday. People have been asking me about you all day. I promised them a wowing performance. Think you can handle it?" "I don't think that'll be a problem," I replied smugly. "Good to know. Go get em kid," He said, extending his hand. I shook his hand then made my way back into the restaurant. I didn't think anyone was paying attention to me until I stepped foot on stage. As my foot connected with the stage, the entire restaurant went silent. I was suddenly nervous again. But then I reminded myself that most of them were here to see me. I walked over to the emcee (the same one from Friday), whom had introduced himself earlier as Skye, and told him to start with track 9. That was "Baby Come Over" by Samantha Mumba. It had a nice beginning, so I knew it would make a good kick off song. Skye agreed with his usual "you got it cheif," then proceeded to introduce me. "All right ya'll. Alot of you have been asking about this kid all day. Well wait no longer. Give it up for Anson's own Ethan Christiansen," The restaurant erupted in applause, with Ashley leading the way. I looked out at the crowd and noticed Doyle sitting behind the cash register. He gave me a thumbs up and tipped his soda at me. I smiled back and gave Skye the signal to start. He clicked the button, and the music started. "Baby come on over, tonight We can make it all right Take a piece of my heart And go from the start," "You say that you want me Again and Again You say that you need me To be more than just your friend So I thought about it And maybe you're right I've been checking your records And they seem all right....." As I finished the song, the entire restaurant erupted in applause. I took a second to enjoy it, then held up 6 fingers to Skye. He caught what I meant, because the music to "Hurt So Good" by John Mellencamp started. * * * As I belted out the last note to I Still Believe, it was time for my intermission. I said thank you to the crowd, then walked over to Ashley's table, where Doyle stood. As I approached, he disappeared back to the bar. He reappeared with a bottled water, and brought it over to me. "Thanks," I said taking a big gulp of the water. "Have four of these ready after I do the Whitney song," "Will do," He laughed, pulling up a chair next to our table. "You were smoking," Ashley said, clapping hands with me. "I'm glad, saying as before tonight the only of these songs I'd sang was I Still Believe," "I told you you'd be great," She said smugly. I just nodded my head and began to stare out the window. It was then I noticed the limo pull into the parking lot. 'Its Kelly coming to take her fans back,' I laughed to myself. But it wasn't, the woman who stepped from the limo was blonde, while Kelly was a red head. Whoever it was was pretty important, as she was followed by two bodyguards. I looked intently at her for a few seconds, trying to place the feeling of familiarity I was getting from her. Then it struck me, she looked like Jessica Simpson. "Guys, look," I said, pointing at the table where the blonde now sat. "She looks just like Jessica Simpson," "Could be her," Doyle said. "She's been here before," I couldn't believe my ears. My favorite singer, the pride of Texas had been to my place of employment. But there was now way this woman was her. She didn't look 100% like Jessica. Something was different. Couldn't tell you what though. I dismissed all thoughts of Jessica from my mind, and took a big swig from my water. I screwed the cap back on then slid out from the table. I returned to the stage, and walked up to Skye. "Do I get 12 songs tonight?" I asked "Oh yeah. I don't think they're going anywhere. How do you want the rest, so we don't need the little signals," "Umm, gimme 1, 11, 7, 8, and end it with 12," "You got it cheif," I just shook my head at him and laughed to myself about his constant use of the phrase "you got it cheif," I took a deep breath and waited for the music to start. I noticed Mick emerge from the office and start talking to the blonde as the music to "Alone in Love" started to play. * * * The rest of the set went great. I got a standing obation after both "Tu Solo Tu" and "I Will Always Love You." I went out with Irresistable, which the entire restaurant sang along with. Like I said before, Jessica was the pride of Texas, so its no surprise everyone knew the words. After I had finished, Skye announced I'd be signing autographs, which I didn't know I'd be doing. But don't get me wrong, I wasn't upset about it. Hero worship was something I could easily get used to. Much to my surprise, almost every person in the restaurant came up for an autograph. After I had signed almost 50, I stopped paying much attention and just asking who to make it out to. That was how I didn't notice the mystery blonde and Mick walk up. "Who do I make it out to?" I asked, finishing up with a previous autograph. "Jessica," The blonde replied. For some reason, I had yet to look up to see who I was speaking to. I was just starting to write "To Jessica" when the blonde continued to speak. "Jessica Simpson," If my mind had been working correctly at all, I would've remembered about the blonde. But I thought it was just some jerk playing a joke. I looked up and was prepared to say "Ha Ha very funny," But as I lifted my head the blonde removed her sunglasses. It was then I noticed that the blonde was indeed Jessica Simpson. I was instantly in shock. Mick must've noticed, because he took it upon himself to do the introductions. "Jessica, this is Jensen's newest star Ethan," "Nice to meet you. You were amazing," Jessica said extending her hand. As soon as I heard that, the shock disappeared. Any time I got complimented on my music, my ego took over. And Jessica Simpson or not, I was going to enjoy the compliment. "Thank You," I said, trying my best to disguise my star struck-ness. "I hope I did Irresistable justice," "Oh you did. That sealed the deal," "What deal?" "You are amazing Ethan. I haven't heard a voice like yours since 2000. I'd love to pitch you to my record label," More than anytime in the last days, I completely expected to awake still in my bed. I was convincing myself inside my mind that this wasn't real. I just couldn't believe that Jessica Simpson wanted to pitch me at her record company. My life was very quickly becoming too good to be true. 'This is real,' I told myself. 'That really is Jessica Simpson standing in front of you. Go for it,' "Are you serious?" I asked. It was about the way I was feeling. "100%. Columbia has been looking for a new teen pop star, and you definently fit the bill," I once again drifted off to my own little world. I felt like I should be jumping for joy, but for some reason I was still in shock. But can you blame me. Every dream I had ever had it seemed, had come true at Jensen's in the last few days. First there was the show, and then Doyle, and now Jessica Simpson wanted to pitch me at her record label. I didn't know what I did to deserve all this, but inside I was thanking whatever it was. "So what'd do you say?" Jessica asked, snapping me from trance. "Definently," I said coming back to reality. "Great," She returned. "Now all we need is a demo," "I've got one. Though I'm not sure how good it is. I recorded it in my bedroom," "Well I'll tell you what, if its okay with your parents, I'll take you with me to Dallas to my studio. We can record a demo for you there," Thoughts of horror began to swarm through my mind when I remembered that my mom was in Houston. But thankfully I remembered about Aunt Caitlyn. I knew for sure she would give me the permission. She was the one that always convinced my mom to enter me in the talent competitions as a kid. She was my biggest supporter I suppose. All I had to do was make one phone call, and I was on my way to work in the studio with Jessica Simpson! "It won't be a problem," I said "Great. Why don't you give me your phone number, and I will call you in the morning to tell you what's going on," She returned "Okay," I said, jotting down my phone number on the autograph I had started to her. "I look forward to working with you," She said, folding the paper and putting it in her jacket pocket. "I'll see you in the morning," "Thank you so much," I said, extending my hand. "Its my pleasure," She said, shaking my hand. With that, Jessica Simpson and her two bodyguards made their way to the exit. I continued to stare out the window, still barely believing that this had happened to me. Not only was I getting pitched at the most successful record label in history, but I got to work with Jessica Simpson in the studio. My life really was too good to be true. Ashley, amazingly had stayed calm as she listened to the entire conversation standing behind me. As soon as she saw Jessica's limo pull away, she started jumping around like a weirdo. If it were humanly possible, I would think she was more excited than I. But that wasn't humanly possible, this was no doubt the greatest day of my life. But as I caught a glimpse of Doyle walking over to me, I knew there was only one way I could make it better. I would have to lose my shadow (Ashley) before any of that happened though. But I knew she would completely understand. I pulled her off to the side, and explained my plans. She just laughed, called me a slut, and then announced her departure. Her being the last "customer" in the restaurant, Mick locked the doors behind her. The restaurant was all but empty, except for myself, Mick, Doyle and Skye. I gave a glimpse at my watch, and noticed it was already 10 past midnight. I had better get home and call Aunt Caitlyn before she went to bed. All that was left for me to do here was convince Doyle to come over later. "Well, I'm outta here," I said, walking up behind the cash register and depositing my empty water bottle in the trash. "All right. Good luck with Jess," Mick yelled from the office. "Thanks," I said, walking up to Doyle, who was wiping down the table I had signed autographs at. "Walk me out?" I said, trying to flirt without being too obvious, as Skye was only feet away. "Okay," Doyle replied He followed behind me towards the door, stopping to deposit his rag back in the sink. He grabbed the keys to the door from behind the cash register, and announced to Mick he would be back in to finish up after he walked me out. Mick asked why he had to walk me out, and Doyle answered smartly he had to borrow my Science notes. Mick said okay, and Doyle and I began the walk to my car. "You were really great tonight," He said, as we stepped outside. "Thanks," I said. "Jessica Simpson wants me to record a demo for her record label," I said, leaning against my car. "Really? That's awesome!" Doyle exclaimed, grasping me into a hug. As I wrapped my arms around him, I felt his breath on my neck. As the hug pulled apart, I felt his hand slip underneath my chin. I shuddered as I felt his lips connect softly with mine. God, the feelings I got when I kissed this man. They are indescribable, but all of them good. He giggled lightly as our kiss pulled apart. "I have that affect on you don't I?" He said softly, placing his hands on my hips. "Yeah," I giggled back. "You know this has been a pretty great day for me," "I'd say, your first show, and Jessica Simpson shows up and wants to pitch you to her record label," He said, hopping on the hood of my car. "There is only one way it can get better," I said, standing infront of him. Even in the dark of night I could see the sparkle of his eyes. He looked so cute, in his Jensen's T-Shirt, which was at least one size too small. The fabric of the shirt clung to his body, revealing a beautifully muscular torso. Everything about him was so beautiful. Any little voice that was telling me this was wrong completely disappeared with a single glance at Doyle. "How's that?" He asked "If you come over," I said, as flirtatious as possible. In the moonlight, I noticed a devlish grin come to his face. He didn't speak in return, but pulled me to him and kissed me. Our tongues touched lightly this time, and it was him that shuddered. My un-removable smile was back as our kiss pulled away. "I'll be there," He said, hopping off the hood of my car. "With bells on," "Those bells, among other things won't stay on long," I said, deciding to get brave and run my hand up his leg, stopping at his crotch. I could feel the beginnings of a hardon as my hand reached its destination. Good to know I wasn't the only one turned on by all of this. He pulled me to him and kissed me once more. Our tongues wrestled for a few seconds, and then our lips pulled apart. As I turned with him towards the building, I thought I saw someone standing in front of the window. I assured myself that they wouldn't be able to see anything through the stained glass. I kissed Doyle one final time, and told him I'd be waiting at my house. I got in my car and started the engine. He leaned in through my window and kissed me one more time, then ran inside. I pulled out from the parking lot and made a rush to get home. Instead of waiting until I got home, I called Aunt Caitlyn from my cell phone. As expected, she gave me permission and said she'd call school and excuse me. She wished me good luck, and our conversation ended. When I arrived home, thankfully my mother was still gone. I walked inside, and shut the screen door behind me, leaving the actual door open for Doyle. I walked back to my bedroom and plopped down onto the bed. I yelled thank you at the top of my lungs, at the air, I guess. My life was quickly becoming perfect. I was never much of a believer in luck, but after the happenings the last 5 days, my views quickly changed. I mean, anything I had ever asked for had come true. I had a job, that payed me to sing in front of people who loved my voice. My hero, the pride of Texas, Jessica Simpson was taking me to her personal studio to record a demo she can give to the most successful record label in history. And I was about the have sex with a drop dead gorgeous man. There was no possible way for this night to get better. I was pretty relaxed by the time Doyle arrived. I was sitting in the living room, watching my collection of Jessica Simpson videos when I heard the light knock on the screen door. I hopped up from my seat, and went to let him in. I greeted him with a kiss, and led him back to my bedroom. I was starting to get nervous now. I took a seat on the bed, and Doyle sat next to me. We were back where we had been on our first day together, the awkward staring. We were completely silent, except for the occasional nervous laughter. I decided to take things into my own hands, and leaned over and kissed him. This was all the encouragement Doyle needed, as his kisses were returned with incredible passion. I laid back on the bed, and Doyle followed, our kissing never ceasing. As they had our first make out session, his kisses began to travel slowly down my jawline. I began to run my fingers softly through his hair, and then lightly across the back of his neck. As my fingers connected with his neck, I felt him shudder lightly. "Found the spot," He laughed lightly, pausing and looking at me. I giggled in return, and stared deep into his sparkling green eyes. There was still a hint of nervousness in his eyes. I grasped his hand in mine as he started to speak. "I've like, umm, never done this before. So I don't really know what to do," He laughed slightly, dropping his gaze from mine. "Well that makes two of us," I replied, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "So we'll have to wing it," He laughed at the finish of my statement, and raised his eyebrows suggestively. I sat up once more and brought my lips to his. He this time lay back on the bed. I followed, straddling him but not once removing my lips from his. I then began to concentrate my attention on his neck, sucking at it lightly. He then began to slide his hands slowly up my shirt. I moaned out softly as his fingertips touched lightly against my skin. I sat up from his neck long enough to remove my shirt, then dove right back to his neck. His fingers began to trace lightly across my back, sending goosebumps all over my body. My lips then returned to his, as he took me over on the bed. His kisses paused as he sat up and began to slowly remove his shirt. I could feel the beginnings of a hardon as my eyes caught first glimpse of his beautiful torso. He then returned his lips to mine. The feeling I got as our bare chests touched sent chills all down my spine. His kisses began to migrate slowly down my neck, to my chest, and then stopping on my nipples. He began to run his tongue slowly around the right, the switched to the left. My cock was now rock hard, straining against the fabric of my jeans. I could feel Doyle's cock pressing persistently against my leg and his tongue massage of my nipples continued. As his lips returned to mine, I grasped his crotch with my hand. I then began to fumble with the button on his jeans, eventually succeeding in unfastening it. I unzipped slowly, and Doyle pushed them slowly to the floor. He kicked them off, and stood before me in only his boxers. I paused for a second to reflect on how beautiful Doyle was. Everything about him was beautiful, even his boxers. He then reached down and quickly unbuttoned my jeans. As he had with himself, he pulled them down slowly. I kicked them off, and motioned him back to me. Our kissing resumed, as I moved with him as he lay back on the bed. I this time took my kisses slowly down his neck, down his chest, down his abs. As I reached the waistband of his shorts, I paused and took a deep breath. I then tucked my fingers into the waistband, and pulled his boxers slowly down, exposing his now throbbing hard 7 inches. I grasped his cock in my hands, and he moaned out lightly. I began to jerk up slowly, causing Doyle to squirm in my grasp. He really seemed to be enjoying himself, as was I. I felt like I had the whole world in my hands, so to speak. Having control is a great great thing. As I continued to jerk his rock hard cock, I decided to take things to the next level. I slowly brought my mouth to his cock, allowing just the head to enter. He moaned out loudly this time. I felt his hands begin to caress my hair, as I allowed more of this beautiful cock to enter my mouth. I didn't know what I liked better, me sucking him off, or the feeling of his hands in my hair. I felt so conncted to this man. Most say love at first sight can't happen, well it did to me. I loved Doyle, and there was no way I could deny it. As I continued to suck him off, I started to play around with his balls. This coaxed a loud moan from him, and he thrust up into my mouth. I could taste his precum dripping onto my tongue. This was so amazing. But it was about to get better. "Get up on the bed," Doyle moaned. "I want to do you," I removed his cock from my mouth, long enough to remove my boxers and lay next to him on the bed. I myself was now throbbing hard, my dick reaching its full 6 inches. Doyle turned on his side, and I dove quickly back to work on that beautiful dick. As my cock entered Doyle's mouth, I moaned out loudly over his cock. I thought sucking him off was fun, well it was nothing like getting sucked off. Feelings I had never experienced in my life were shooting all throughout my body. I started once more to massage Doyle's balls, which caused him to thrust up into my mouth. As he thrust into my mouth, I felt my cock slip all the way in. That almost pushed me over the edge, but I was able to hold on. That was the first time I was aware of how badly I wanted to taste his cum. I had tried my own before (Don't lie, you know you have too) and I wasn't a big fan. But something told I would like Doyle's, probably because it was coming from the man I was in love with. I could feel his balls beginning to rise, which caused me to increase my sucking. I wasn't worried a bit about coming myself, because I was almost certain that the second his cum hit my tongue, I too would unload. It was only seconds after that thought, that I felt him thrust once more into my mouth, and felt his cum hitting my tongue. It was salty, but a wonderful taste in my mind. As I felt the last drip from his cock hit my tongue, I too reached orgasm. I allowed Doyle's quickly softening cock escape from my mouth, and fall back on the bed, exhausted. We both lay silent for a minute or so. Doyle then sat up on the bed, and I followed. He grasped my hands in his, and brought them to his mouth and kissed them gently. My irremovable smile returned, and I leaned over and kissed him softly. "You are so beautiful Ethan," He spoke softly. "Me?" I asked. I had never been called beautiful before, so it was kind of a shock to hear. "Have you looked at yourself lately?" I asked. "You are so perfect," He laughed lightly, and we shared one of the most amazing kisses we had at that point. One of those kisses that, minutes after it has ended, you can still feel it on your lips. As seemed customary as of late, Doyle and I sat for minutes, just staring at each other. Only difference this time, we were naked. But neither of us seemed to notice. It was so amazing to be with him, he could've worn a pink tu-tu and I wouldn't have cared. I was so deeply in love. "Ethan," Doyle said, breaking our silence. "I have something important to tell you," He had returned to his unreadable self. That made me think that it was something he could control, which made it even worse. "What?" I asked, unsure of what to expect. "I love you," Without even a moments hesistation, I reached over and kissed him. Like the sissy I am, I felt a tear come to my eye. I knew I loved him, but to know that he felt the same way made the feeling so much better. "I love you too Doyle," This time instead of kissing, he pulled me into an embrace. We stood there for minutes, hugging, naked as the day we were born. I felt so conncted with him. I never ever wanted this feeling to end. More than getting the Jensen's show, even more than the whole Jessica thing, this made me the happiest I had ever been. As that old song goes, love is a many splendored thing. After almost five minutes, our embrace seperated, and we began to get dressed. I noticed Doyle staring at me as I slipped my clothes back on. And even as self conscious as I was, that didn't faze me. He could stare all day if he wanted to, he loved me and I loved him. After we had gotten dressed, we sat back on the bed and turned on the radio. Jessica Simpson was on, which got a slight chuckle from both of us. I felt his hand slowly grasp mine, and I just looked over and smiled. He leaned over and kissed me lightly. I just stared at him, taking in every little bit of this perfect man. Like the way his dark red hair was all mussed, the way his green eyes never seemed to stop sparkling, even the slight dimple on his right cheek when he smiled, it was all beautiful. "Doyle," I said, breaking our silence. "Will you stay with me tonight?" I don't know what possessed me, but I just didn't want him to leave. And I knew tomorrow was a school day, but if I got to skip he should too, just so we could be together a little while longer. "I'd love to," He said, leaning over and kissing me lightly. And that was all that was really said about that. After our kiss parted, I lay down on his still bare chest and closed my eyes. I felt him reach for the bedside lamp and switch it off. He hugged me tight to him, and let out a contented sigh. I followed suit, sighing contentedly, and adjusting my head on his chest. I heard Doyle whisper lightly 'I love you' as the sleep began to take me over. That was the last thing I heard until the phone rang the next morning. * * * I stumbled tiredly from bed and made my way to the ringing phone. I picked it up and spoke "Hello" quitely, as to not wake Doyle. "Is this Ethan?" "Yes," "Hello Ethan. This is Bryce, Jessica Simpson's personal assistant," The man spoke to me on the other end of the phone. For the first time that morning, I remembered about Jessica Simpson, and me leaving for Dallas to record my demo today. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and spoke in my 'I've been awake for minutes, but you think hours/' tone. "I've been waiting for the call all morning," I spoke "Well everything is set. If you give me your address, we'll send the car right over to pick you up," "Could you give me like an hour, I've got some stuff I have to take care of," I said, looking over at Doyle's angelic face. In truth, I really did have something to take care of. There was an incredibly beautiful man in my bed. "Okay. Lets say 9?" I glanced over at the clock and noticed it only said 7:15. And I said I had been waiting all morning. This guy must think I get up at 4:30 or something. "Nine is great. And my address is 441 West Forest," "Okay. See you then," "Bye," "Bye Bye," I switched off the phone and set it back on its base. I walked back over to the bed and sat on the edge. I ran my finger softly across Doyle's cheek. As beautiful as I thought he was awake, he was 10 times that when he was sleeping. I really didn't want to wake him. I wanted to sit there, and savor the feeling of knowing that he was all mine. But I didn't think it would bode well for my mother to come home and find some strange boy in just a pair of boxers laying in her son's bed. I nudged him softly in the shoulder and spoke quietly in his ear. "Doyle, its time to get up," He turned over onto his back and looked up at me. He blinked a couple of times, trying to focus on me through the bright Texas sun shining through my window. When he had gotten his sight, he looked up and me and smiled brightly. I leaned down and kissed him softly, then spoke again. "Morning beautiful," "Mm, morning," He said in a gruff morning voice. Call me crazy, but I found that voice so incredibly sexy I could've melted right then and there. I looked down at him and pushed his bangs off his forehead. He giggled slightly at me then set up in the bed. "What time is it?" He asked in that same voice. If he kept talking like that, I was going to have a hard time controlling myself. "Its 7:19. Jessica called, they'll be here at nine to get me and whisk me away to Dallas," "So in other words, get your ass ready and get to school, right?" "Umm basically, yeah," I laughed. "All right," He yawned. "One question first," "What's that?," "Can I borrow some clothes?" "Of course," I replied. "Won't your parents worry if you don't show up this morning though?" "My parents don't give a fuck about me," He stated matter of factly. "I could stay gone all week long, as long as I'm there to pay them their rent money on Friday," This was the first time I had heard Doyle talk about his parents. And I can say I was a bit surprised to hear it. It didn't seem to sadden him, but it did me. I guess because I shared such a good relationship with my mother, it hurt me to know that everyone else didn't have the same. And I was also a bit surprised, knowing he was from the same family as Ashley. Ashley's family was like the poster family for what American families should be. It all came as a surprise to me, but I tried to vaquish it quickly from my mind, as so he wouldn't think I was judging him. "Oh," was all I replied to the family thing. "You can take whatever you want. Shower's across the hall," Typical me, perfect with changing subjects quickly. "Thanks baby," He said leaning down and kissing me quickly, then making his way towards the bathroom. This was the first time Doyle had called me baby, and needless to say I was beaming about it. It was starting to occur to me that I was actually in a relationship. But it could not be a more perfect one. Doyle made me feel like I had never felt before in my life. I knew, no matter how bad I could be feeling, that a just a glimpse of his smile would make me feel better. In such a short time, he had found the key to my heart, unlocked it, and moved in. But I was in no way complaining. He could stay there for as long as he wanted, which cliche as it may sound, I hoped was forever. I was still laying on my bed, reveling in the wonderfulness of my life when Doyle returned to my bedroom. I looked up and noticed him dripping wet, clad in only a towel. I could feel myself become instantly hard. The water clung to his muscular frame, making him almost shine. I could've stayed staring at him for days, but his voice snapped me back from my trance. "Shorts?" He asked, smiling brightly. "I'll get em," I said, hopping to my feet and walking to my dresser. I dug into my underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of red silk boxers. Something in my head (or other organs) told me that Doyle would look great in them. I handed them to him, and he suggestively raised his eyebrows at me. "Here, try these," "Pervert," He joked, grabbing them from my hand. I just laughed, and watched with great interest as he untucked the towel from his waist. He let it drop quickly to the floor, then began to slowly slip the boxers on, almost teasingly. God, he was so beautiful. Every inch of his body was perfect. There wasn't an ounce of fat on his 6'2" frame. If ever an adonis walked the earth, he was standing in my bedroom this very moment. As the boxers met his waist he began to walk over to me. He put his hand underneath my chin and kissed me. As our toungues touched, I felt shockwaves shoot throughout my entire body. This was no doubt the best kiss we had shared. It contained so much passion, and so much love. I was beginning to love him even more with each kiss we shared. As our kisses parted, he spoke the words I lived to hear. "I love you," He said softly, looking directly into my eyes. "I love you too," I replied, grasping his hand in mine. "But I had better get dressed if I wanna make it on time," He said, slipping his hands from mine. "Okay," I said, continuing to watch him as he walked towards my closet. As he pulled a pair of khaki's and a bright green button up shirt from my closet, I realized I had just reached another milestone. I hadn't let anyone borrow my clothes in like 4 years. I became stingy with my clothes after I let my cousin Kyle borrow my favorite outfit to wear to a school dance, and he got it caught on fire. But hey, can you really blame me for that? But I trusted Doyle. I would trust him with my life. So letting him borrow my clothes brought absolutely no problem. After he had put the clothes on, he walked to my dresser and snatched up my deordarant. He slipped on a few quick strokes then began to survey my cologne. To my delight, he grabbed my bottle of Preferred Stock. I absolutely loved that smell on guys. He walked over to me and put his hands on my waist. He kissed me lightly on the lips and then twice on the neck, and ending with a kiss to my forehead. Something about the forehead one was just so comforting. He removed his hands from my hips then smiled at me. "I gotta go," "I know," I said, feeling somewhat sad. "You knock em dead in Dallas. And call me when you get home?" "I'll call you when I'm on my way home," I said, kissing him one more time. "Bye baby," "Bye," We kissed one more time, then he walked out of my bedroom. I listened for the front door shutting, and his car starting then made my way to the bathroom. I grabbed a towel and set it on the counter, and began to disrobe. I flicked the shower on and quickly stepped under the water. The radio, which had already been on began to play one of my favorite songs, Mariah Carey's "Never Too Far." I sang it with all the passion in my body, imagining I was singing to Doyle. As the song came to an end, so did my shower. I stepped from the shower and quickly dryed off. I slipped the towel around my waist and walked back to my bedroom. I slipped on a pair of boxers, then dug in the closet for the perfect outfit. I eventually yanked a pair of khaki's and a silver silk button up shirt. I slipped them on then walked back to the bathroom. I quickly did my hair, then walked back to my bedroom yet again. I slipped on some deordarant, and a few quick shots of Tommy cologne. I grabbed a pair of socks, then went to the living room to await for Jessica Simpson and company to arrive. * * * Much to my surprise, I didn't allow my excitement to be seen when Jessica Simpson arrived. She herself came to the door. I acknowledged her as if she were an old friend, then grabbed my jacket and my songbook then made my way to the limo. Inside, I was dying with excitement as she explained to me what we would be doing in Dallas. She herself would be producing the tracks. But it was up to me what I wanted to record. She asked what I wanted to record, and if I had any songs of my own. I showed her my songbook, and she looked it over with great interest. "I had no idea you wrote your own material," She stated, flipping through the pages of my songbook. "How long have you been writing?" "As long as I can remember," I replied. "Music has always had my interest," "That's great. Record labels really like artists who write their own material, especially teenagers. Columbia hasn't had a teen that has written all their material since Mariah." "So you really think I have a chance of getting a deal?" "I wouldn't have brought you here if I didn't. I'm going to do my best to make sure you get one," "Thank you so much. But can I ask one question?" "Sure," "Why are you so insistent on helping me?" "That's simple," She replied, removing her sunglasses. "I was discovered at Jensen's," That came completely from left field. Never in my 17 years in Anson had I heard Jessica Simpson was discovered there. As I've said before, she was the pride of Texas. Not a day went by that she wasn't mentioned in the news somehow or another. But come to think of it, not much had been mentioned on how she got her break. "Seriously? I had never heard that before," "I was 16, and had just sent my demo's out. Mick and My dad were roommates in college, so my dad asked if I could perform there when the record label came to see me. Mick said yes, and the rest is history," "That's totally awesome," I replied. "So what made you come back to Jensen's after all this time?" "Mick called me and told me about you. He knew how desperate Columbia was for the next big teen star, and he knew my connections. So I came to check you out. And you blew me completely out of the water," I smiled brightly at her and thought for a second on what had just been said. Mick had called her. About me. That man could easily be considered the greatest person I had ever met. He had already done so much for me, and I had known him less than a week. He had heard two songs from me before offering me my own show. And not only that, he had called Jessica Simpson, about me. That man was definently getting a thank you of some sort when I got home. The rest of the ride to Dallas was pretty uneventful. Jessica and I spent most of the time going over my songs. I taught her the melody for most of them, and she would sing them back. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever believe that Jessica Simpson would be singing my songs. And not just singing them, but complimenting me on how great they were. She even said she'd help me get them published. I couldn't explain why, or who, but there was definently someone upstairs looking out for me. Actually maybe I could explain it, I'm sure it was my grandpa. He had rallied for my mother to send out demos from the time I turned 10. 'He could be the next Aaron Carter,' He'd always say. Of course, she would never do it. She wanted me to live a normal childhood. Well, I'd done that. Its time for me to live my dream now. * * * I felt like a kid in a candy store when I stepped into the studio. Jessica introduced me to the engineers, saying "this is the kid I was telling you about," After the introductions were made, they asked me what songs I wanted to record. I hadn't really thought about it. I could just do the songs I had done for my show. But a few of them weren't the direction I really wanted to go with for a demo. I really had no idea what way I should go with for a demo. Since they had all been around the business for so long, I left the decision to them. "You have an amazing range," Jessica started, sitting down in front of me. "Ballads would probably be a smart way to go," "Yeah, but not just ballads. He's gotta have at least a few up tempo's," One of the engineers, Robby, explained. "And he should definently do some of his own material. You guys gotta check these songs out," Jessica said, passing my song book around the room. The engineers read over my songs, and complimented me rather generously. They suggested which songs of my own I should record, due to the easier instrumentals. I had never completed a song I didn't like, so any one they would've picked I would've agreed to. They could've probably told me to record the Macarena and I would've agreed. They were professionals, and I was living my dream, so any advice they had for me I was going to take. After they had finished reading over my songs, it was time to start the actual recording. We had decided on my songs I Miss You, I Think I've Found Heaven, Final Goodbye and I Once Loved You. The rest of the songs were going to be cover songs, to show my vocal range. And what better songs to do that, than songs from Whitney Houston, Mariah Carey, and Jessica herself. I Will Always Love You was of course thrown in, as well as Whitney's song I Have Nothing. Mariah's songs occupied most of the slots, with Never Too Far, Fantasy, Someday, Love Takes Time, I Still Believe and Hero. And rounding out the demo, we did Jessica's songs Irresistable and When You Told Me You Loved Me. And at Jessica's request, I recorded Tu Solo Tu. She insisted that my being bilingual would appeal to the record label. I was in absolute euphoria the entire time I was recording. The session went for in excess of twelve hours, with only an hour break for lunch, and about 20 minutes for dinner. I could've kept going all night. Being in the studio, listening to the direction of Jessica Simpson, and belting my heart out into the microphone was beyond anything I had ever imagined. Though by the end of the night my voice was close to being gone, the final product was well worth it. I realized fully for the first time, that my dream had really become true as the demo began to play back to me. As the last note of When You Told Me You Loved me (Which wound up being the final track) Jessica's voice came through the speakers. "I think we nailed it," She spoke to me, giving me the thumbs up from behind the glass. I just smiled and returned the thumbs up. I walked back into the studio, and was greeted by a hug from Jessica, which caught me by surprise, but was nice nonetheless. She seemed just as happy as I was. The rest of the engineers congratulated me on a job well done, most of them saying that there was no doubt in their minds I was the next big star. I just smiled at that statement, thinking inside my mind 'God I hope so.' I was given a copy of the demo, as was Jessica. Mine was for my own enjoyment, hers was to be given to the head of Columbia Records. After the demos had been dispensed, we said good bye to the engineers and made our way to the waiting limo. Jessica and I talked like old friends on our drive to the hotel. She was insisting that she would be able to get me signed. I just kept saying I hoped so, and thanking her repeatedly. She insisted it was her honor, and that seeing me succeed would be thanks enough for her. I promised that if I got signed I would have a special dedication on the album to her. I refused to say when, I didn't want to jinx myself. But the way I was feeling at that moment, everything could've fell through with the record label, and I still would've been happy. I had spent hours in the studio with Jessica Simpson, and engineers that helped her on her way to one of the greatest careers ever. I got to record a demo, with some of my own songs, played by professional musicians. And at home, I had a wonderful, beautiful boyfriend. I just smiled at the thought of Doyle. I knew how happy he would be when he got to hear the demo the next day. I couldn't wait to get home to see him. I missed him, already. But, that's love for you. When we arrived at the hotel, we checked in and Jessica and I made our way to our respective rooms. The perfectness of the day was added to even more as I stepped into the room, which was actually a suite. A penthouse suite. I was seriously beginning to think Jessica Simpson was an angel, sent to help me realize my dream. That may or may not have been true, but one thing was for sure, she would forever hold a place in my heart. After I had enjoyed the benefits of the suite; such as the free bathrobe, the balcony with a leather sofa and candles surrounding it, and the luxurious canopy bed, I dropped to my knees at the foot of the bed and thanked God for the blessings he had bestowed upon me these past days. I thanked him for everything I could think of, From Doyle, to Jessica, to the really good Snapple I had had at school on Monday. I finished up with my usual 'Tell my Grandpa I miss him,' said amen and jumped into the bed. I buried myself under the covers, feeling happier than I ever had in my life. I said thank you one final time, and drifted quickly off to sleep.