"Get Ready...Tonight...Gonna make this a night [love] to remember." by Shalamar
My Kinda Guy
A Love To Remember
Chapter -- 1
by JT Poole and Nicole Brown
Well, it’s been three days since we got CJ back, but now we have an even bigger problem. Somehow JT got shot in the chest during a gunfight outside the hospital when Simon came back to try to take the boys again. D tells me that I have no reason to feel guilty, but how can I not feel like this it’s totally my fault? JT promised me he would get my baby back, and he did—but at what price? JT has never been anything but good to my sons and I, and I find a way to almost get him killed, just like I hurt every man that comes into my life.
And now, to top this off, Simon killed Michael at the hotel after we got left to come see CJ. I know Michael hated me, but some small part of me can’t help but feel responsible for yet another death. How much guilt can one person take? If I had never come back… no, I’m not going to start that again! None of this is my fault… and neither is JT’s being in the hospital fighting for his life. I don’t even know if Tony knows about his brother being dead. I haven’t seen him since the night we found CJ. He left the hospital that night and he hasn’t been back since, and damn it now I’m worried.
“Licia,” Howie says softly, kissing me on the cheek as he presses a Styrofoam cup of coffee into my hand and sits beside me, one arm draping itself across my shoulder.
A smile barely skates across my face when he calls me by my new nickname before I’m up and moving again, needing desperately to stay ahead of fleeting thoughts of depression and sadness. I walk out of the waiting room where our family has taken up vigil, needing to move and breathe, but it doesn’t help me any as I’m constantly reminded of the fact that one of my friends is lying in a room down the hall fighting for his life because of me.
I leaned against a wall, rubbing my aching throat as I fight to keep the tears at bay. I have done so much crying over the past week that I don’t think I have any tears left to cry, but I’m wrong. I feel them burning behind my closed eyelids, scalding me as they begin to trickle down my cheeks. I feel a hand on my shoulder and I turn blindly into the arms waiting to embrace me, praying that the shadows will go away, at least for a while, in D’s arms.
“’Licia, he’s gonna be okay,” he whispers softly, but even his reassurances aren’t enough to stop the bitter recriminations I can still hear screaming inside my head every time I look at the pain on Justin’s face. Kevin was hurting so badly he couldn’t even stand to look at me, so he left right after JT got shot… at least that’s what my mind’s telling me.
“D, why didn’t you let me leave?” I wanted to scream but the question came out barely above a whisper. “Then people wouldn’t keep getting hurt because of me!”
“Baby this wasn’t about you!” Howie stated, cupping my face and looking into my eyes. “JT got shot doing what he swore to do—protecting you and our sons. He’s a tough son of a bitch and he’s gonna be okay! You have to stop blaming yourself for this!”
“I know I do… but I can’t!” I said, pulling away from him again and walking over to a window and looking out over the city. He came up behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder, his nose buried in my hair. “I really believe that if I had just taken the boys and disappeared, none of this would have happened. JT and Kevin would be together and happy, but instead JT is in that room fighting for his life and Kevin is God knows where hurting by himself. Joey would still be with JC and maybe he’d be happy too. But I just had to be selfish and stupid!”
“You are not stupid!” Howie said in my ear, turning me to face him. “I’ve told you over and over, I’m not letting you leave me, so get that out of your head!”
“I know, it’s just that… I’m just tired I guess,” I said softly as I stared out the window on the hustle and bustle of my hometown. Usually being in New York keeps me buzzing, but none of that matters as I wonder where on earth Tony could be. “D, have you heard from Tony at all? It’s been three days—I don’t even know if he knows about Michael.”
“I’m sure he’s fine querida,” he replied, nuzzling me again. “If something was wrong, somebody would have heard by now. Now let’s get back in there.”
Why JT? Why did this have to happen to a good man like him? All the crap he and Kevin have been through in the last two years is enough to make anyone not want to hold on. Nicky and me are sitting here in the waiting room to his ICU room and things are not looking good. Twice now, JT has flat lined and the doctors here have worked extra hard to keep him around longer. He's been in a coma since we got here after that Simon bastard shot him. Now I think that he's giving up just like Kev gave up.
"Baby what are you thinking about?" Nicky asks, squeezing my hand and kissing me on the cheek.
"I’m thinking that God is cruel." I tell him as he looks at me in shock. "How could God let this happen to him? He's a hero Nick. Ever since I've known him he's, he's been the guy to keep us protected. He protected Josh, me and the other guys..."
"I know baby, I know." My husband tells me, kissing me on the forehead as I cry on his shoulder.
"Why did this have to happen? He was only trying to keep Nikki's babies safe." I say, hugging on to him as the alarms in JT's room start blaring. "Oh God! He's flat-lining again! No!"
It’s been days now since he got shot. I’ve been in a somewhat drunken haze for the last seventy-two hours now. Justin and Nick have been calling for what seemed like every hour on the hour. Lydia and Craig came over but I wouldn’t let them in and D and Nikki are just as worried as everyone else. They are all probably pissed at me for not leaving the way I did; I just don’t want to be around anyone right now. There’s nothing in the world that I want to talk to them about right now. They might think I’m mean, cold and heartless, but right now I don’t give a damn.
Walking into our bedroom, I start cleaning it up to make it somewhat presentable. Hell, why should I be doing this, it’s not like…oh what the hell. Walking back out into the hallway, I turn around and look back into the room. The reality finally kicking in, I fall to the floor and start bawling my eyes out.
“Why God, why him? He was one of the good guys damnit!” I shout through my tears. “He didn’t deserve this, I don’t deserve this! Why take him from me like this?”
“Kevin?” I hear behind me. “Son I know you are having a hard time dealing with…”
“Mom how did you get in here?” I ask my mother standing up, wiping my eyes as she walks over to me.
“Lydia and Craig let me in.” She says, embracing me as I push away from her.
“Kevin please…this is…” She says as I interrupt her.
“Mom please don’t. There’s nothing you can say…nothing you can do to make things better.” I tell her, turning away from her and walking down the hall to the guest bedroom.
“Kevin Scott Richardson…I’m not going to allow you to shut us out. We are your family and friends. Let us help you.” She says, still standing in the center of the hallway.
“I don’t want any help! I just want to be left alone.” I tell her closing the door.
“No Kevin, we’re not going to leave you alone. Your husband is lying in a hospital room almost 200 miles away. You should be there with him, not here.” She says, my tears staining my shirt. “Your husband needs you by his side.”
“Mom just quit it. My husband doesn’t know I exist right now. Just leave me alone.” I say, getting into bed, pulling the comforter over me as I continued to cry.
“Kevin honey please. JT needs you, just like you need him. Go back to New York with me and the others.” She pleads with me, as I cover my head with the pillow.
“I…I can’t watch him die.” I say, still crying, as I feel mom touch me.
“Baby he’s not going to die. JT is strong, you know he is. He’s a fighter and you know that. He’s not going to give up on life and leave you.” She tells me, smoothing my hair back.
“Mom don’t make promises you can’t keep.” I tell her, crying harder now. “He’s in a coma mom. He’s flat-lined already, he’s giving up already.”
“No son, he’s not giving up, he’s just struggling against his injuries.“ She tells me, still rubbing my back.
“He’s in a coma mom. He’s not going to come back to me.” I tell her, sitting up and looking her in the eye. “I know he’s not coming back to me.“
“How do you know that son?” She asks me, patting my leg. “You never know what God has in store for him or the both of you. You can’t give up on him son.”
“I can to mom. Things haven’t been good between the two of us since we started the promotional tour.” I say, not looking at her.
“Why not son?” She asks me. “If you don’t want to tell me you don’t have to.”
“Well let’s just say we don’t always see eye to eye on everything.” I tell her.
“Son that’s life. Did you think me and your father always saw eye to eye? There’s always gong to be disagreements and conflicts within the relationship. That’s something that will never change son.” She says, smiling at me as I wipe my eyes again.
“Going to Paris for Christmas was supposed to be our rekindling honeymoon so to speak.” I tell her.
“So what are you saying Kevin? You two fell out of love or something?” She asks, grabbing my hand and holding it in her own.
“No I love him with all my being, it’s just…just that we’ve both been working and we didn’t always have time for each other. When we did have time to be together, something would always cause a problem and one of us would get pissed off and give the other the silent treatment or something.” I tell her, thinking back to some of the times that I had shut him out and stopped talking to him over something stupid and petty.
“Well you love him, he loves you. I think you need to go back to New York with me. There’s a car waiting and I’m not taking no for an answer. I’m not going to let you give up on your husband. He’s giving you the silent treatment now because it’s not under his control. You go to him and talk to him and show him the love and support you’re supposed to.” She tells me, throwing the comforter back as she stands up. “Get your stuff honey and let’s go.”
Things haven’t been the same since we got married. I don’t know what the problem is with Josh now, but I don’t like it one bit. Why does he have to keep doing this to me? Why does he alienate all of our friends the way he does? Hell I’m started to get turned off like Nikki with him. I love him, but I can’t continue to put up with this stupid ass crap. Right now I am really considering leaving him and spending the rest of my life with Nikki and Howie. Hell at least with them, I know what to expect and not have so much damn drama.
“Why did you call me here Joe?” He asks, walking into the room.
“Where the hell have you been Josh? I’ve been calling your phone for days and I’ve got nothing but your damn voice mail. What’s the deal?” I ask him.
“Excuse me! You’re going to stand there and shout at me, asking me where the hell I’ve been when it should be me that should be shouting at you!” He shouts back at me, getting up in my face. “I’m the one that should be angry here, the one that should be asking the question of where the hell you’ve been!”
“I’ve been right here, worrying about you!” I shout back, turning away from him.
“No hell you haven’t been! You’ve been with that bitch again! Why is it that you married me Joe? Am I just some guy you want on the side while you have fun with some disgusting woman full time, sharing your love with her? What is it Joe? Why did you marry me, answer me damnit!” He shouts, tears streaming down his face.
“I married you because I love you Josh. I’ve always loved you, you know that.” I tell him, reaching for him as he pulls away from my grasp and walks over to the window.
“I think you married me because at the time you didn’t have nobody else to be with.” He harshly says, glaring at me.
“Josh…how could you say that to me?” I ask him, feeling the rage creep up into me.
“Am I right Joe? Is that it? Since I was the only one that showed you any form of love, you decided to marry me. Now that Nikki is back in your life with those babies, you have just pushed me to the side and taken up with her. What does Howie have to say about that?” He asks, glaring at me with pure evil in his eyes.
“Tell you what, I’m leaving. I’m not going to put up with this from you right now. I don’t know what to say to this shit you just put on the table, but let it be known that I love you, but it’s apparent that you don’t love me.” I tell him, walking out of the room and slamming the door as I went.
“Baby why are you so upset about all of this?” Lance asks, sitting down next to his husband Carson.
“I’m not upset Jamie. I just need…I need to get away from this place. You know I don’t like hospitals.” Carson says, holding Lance’s hand.
“Are you okay baby? You just called me Jamie.” Lance says, smiling at Carson. “You only called me that when you wanted something or was really scared of…”
“I’m scared of this place. I want to leave here. The others can look after JT, we don’t need to stay here. Baby you know they will keep us updated on what’s happening. Can’t we just go home now?” Carson asks, standing up now, looking around the room.
“Why don’t we go outside and walk around, will that help?” Lance asks, rubbing Carson’s back lovingly.
“Yeah, I guess it will.” Carson says, hugging Lance as he opened his arms, pulling him close. “I’m going to go ahead and walk outside. You go tell them where we’re going.”
Damnit, he’s getting worse. I thought he was getting better, but it seems I’m wrong. I really don’t know what to do right now. Maybe if I called Dr. Rictor, the two of them could talk and maybe find a way to work around his fears and depression. I just don’t want to see him try to hurt himself again. Then again, if I called Dr. Rictor, he might think I’m turning against him again and cause him to shut me out. Damn why is this so hard?
“Hey Scoop what’s up?” Justin asks, walking up to me as I got out of the elevator.
“I came to tell you that me and Carson are going to take off for a bit. “ Lance states, looking down at the floor. “If something else happens with JT, could you please call me to keep me updated?”
“Sure man, you know I’ll do that.” Justin replies, hugging Lance. “Lance what’s going on with Carson, is he on drugs or something?”
“No he’s not using drugs Justin.” Lance states, looking at Justin with a little bit of anger and a touch of fear in his eyes.
“Then is he drinking? What’s up with him? It’s like every time we’re around him he’s always jumpy and acting strange.” Justin says, looking at Lance closely. “Are you hiding something Scoop?”
“No I’m not hiding anything Justin. He’s just not feeling well right now. We’re going to go home and get some sleep. Please call me if JT’s condition changes.” Lance says, hugging Justin and turning around to walk back towards the elevator as Justin watches him leave.
“What’s up with him baby?” Nick asks, walking up behind Justin.
“He came to let us know that he and Carson were going back home to get some rest.” Justin answers him, turning around. “I think something’s wrong with Carson. I asked Lance just now, but he told me nothing was wrong with him, but I’m sure it is.”
“Baby what makes you think something’s wrong with Carson?” Nick asks, leaning up against the wall.
“Haven’t you noticed how he acts when he’s around us, the way he’s always jumpy, you know like he was high or something.” Justin says, looking at Nick. “I think he’s using drugs or drinking.”
“Maybe you’re reading a little bit into this baby. Did Lance tell you that he was drinking or using drugs?” Nick asks, looking at Justin closely.
“No he didn’t say that, I just feel that there’s something going on. I think he and Carson is hiding something from the rest of us, I just can’t put my finger on what it is.” Justin says, as Lydia and Craig walk past them.
“Any change in his condition?” Lydia asks, stopping in front of Justin.
“Nothing since he last flat-lined a bit ago.” Justin says to her, not meeting her eyes as he looks down to the floor.
“Oh no, not again? He’s giving up on life itself.” Lydia states, turning away from Justin, hugging Craig, as she cries on his shoulder. “Why did this have to happen to my brother? He’s not a bad person.”
“We know Lydia.” Nick says, looking down to, his tears flowing now.
“Anyone heard from Kevin yet?” Lydia asks, looking at Justin, and then Nick as the two of them nodded their heads no. “He hasn’t called at all?”
“No Lydia he hasn’t. I don’t know what’s gotten into Kev. Right now I’m mad with him. Why would anyone leave their husband’s side in their greatest time of need?” Nick asks, looking at Justin as his sniffled. “I would never leave you baby.”
“I would never leave you either baby.” Justin says as the elevator dings, the doors open and outs step Kevin and his mother Ann. “K-Kevin?”
“How is he?” Kevin asks as he and Ann walks over to his friends.
“No change Kevin. Where have you been?” Lydia asks, getting up in Kevin’s face.
“I had to go…go think.” Kevin answers her, walking down the hall towards JT’s room.
Oh God he looks so helpless lying there in the bed with these tubes and wires connected to his body. I don’t think I can bear to see him like this for much longer. I don’t know how long I can handle this. God please, please don’t take him from me, I need him in my life. I know that our love is frowned upon, but I can’t…I don’t want to loose him God. The love we share is a love that fathoms all. He’s the only person that knows my heart and I think I’m the only one that knows his. We need each other God. Please bring him back to me.
“Damnit JT, please come back to me baby, I need you. Please don’t leave me here alone without you.” I say to him, holding his hand, placing a kiss to his lips. “We’ve gone through too much shit over the last couple of months for you to bail on me now. I need you baby.”
“I…I need you too Kevin.” I hear as I open my eyes to see him looking at me, trying to crack a small as he squeezes my hand. “You can’t get rid of me that easy. I’m not going to let you stay here and have all the fun by yourself.”
“Oh God…God it’s a miracle.” I say, leaning down to hug him. “This is such a blessing!”
“Kevin calm down, I don’t want a headache.” He says as I kiss him again and run out of the room. “Mom, guys he’s awake.”
“What? Someone get the doctor.” Justin says as he runs down to the room. “JT how do you feel?”
“I feel like someone beat me with a bat and then ran around the bases and fell on me as the home plate.” He answers, trying to sit up in bed.
“Baby stay down. Don’t try to get up. Wait for the doctor.” I tell him, sitting in the chair next to the bed and holding his hand. “I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.”
“Where have you been?” He asks me. “I’ve heard Nick, Justin, Lydie and Craig talking, but not you, not until now.”
“I went…went to Albany and I kinda zoned out for a bit.” I tell him, not looking at him as mom walks into the room.
“How are you feeling JT?” Mom asks him as he looks in her direction.
“Ann? What are you doing here?” He asks her, not expecting her to be there.
“I’m here to make sure that my son-in-law doesn’t abandon my son.” Mom says, walking around the bed and sitting in the other chair, grabbing his hand. “I know that in the beginning I didn’t give you a chance, but believe me JT, I’ve opened my eyes. For a guy to risk his life to save these guys and the lives of a woman and her children, you get high ranking in my book.”
“Thank you I guess.” He tells her, looking over at her. “I’m glad you see me in a better light.”
“I should have seen that beforehand and not let my views on homosexuality get in the way of things.” Mom says, still holding his hand as tears fell from her eyes. “I’m so glad that my boy found a man like you to love, a man that has so much compassion and caring in his heart for everyone else.”
“That’s the way he is mom.” I tell her, smiling as the doctor walks into the room.
“Good evening everyone.” The doctor speaks, walking over to the bed and shaking Kevin’s hand and then shaking JT’s hand. “I’m Doctor Dan Westin; I’m the surgeon that performed the surgery to repair the damage to your chest cavity. How are you feeling?”
“Right now I feel good.” He answers the doctor, looking over at me.
“That could be a result of that stuff right there.” The doctor says, tapping the morphine drip. “That’s the good stuff.”
“Yeah I’ve heard.” He says, smiling weakly. “I’m I going to be okay?”
“We don’t know that yet right now. The last few days has been touch and go for you Mr. Poole. We don’t know why you keep flat-lining.” The doctor says, shocking the hell out of me.
“What do you mean by flat-lining? Are you saying he died?” I ask, looking over to the doctor now, tears in my eyes as I stand up.
“Well not exactly died, but his heart did stop a few times, but we brought him back to this world.” The doctor says, patting me on the back.
“Oh my God.” I say sitting back down in the chair looking at JT and then looking at mom. “I could have really lost you.”
“You are not going to get rid of me that easy man.” He says, grabbing my hand, squeezing it as the doctor frowns.
“Mr. Poole that’s one thing we need to talk about.” The doctor says.
“What thing is that?” He asks, sitting up in bed now. “Come on I don’t like to be kept in the dark about things.”
“Well Mr. Poole to get to the point, your body has sustained an inordinate amount of damage. With the gunshot wound to the chest and the flat-lining, there are signs of future heart problems.” The doctor says, looking at him closely.
“What are you trying to say doc?” He asks, already knowing the answer to his question.
“Maybe it’s time for a change in profession Mr. Poole.” The doctor says, looking at me and then JT. “If you continue to do your current job, you're going to end up in a wheelchair... or worse. Your current job can only worsen this situation. Right now it’s not a condition, but what stress and strain to your chest and such, you can aggravate your heart and cause problems for yourself.”
“So you’re saying I can’t be a cop no more? I can’t work in security?” He asks the doctor, sounding upset now.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying Mr. Poole. If you continue with your current career, you risk causing more damage to yourself. I suggest you change your occupation.” The doctor says as JT looks down. “You can get a second opinion if you like, but I am sure any other cardiac/thoracic surgeon will agree with me.”
“I…I guess I’m jobless.” He says, looking down at the bed. “Can you all leave now, I think I need to be alone.”
“Baby I’m not leaving you, I’m going to sit right here.” I tell him, still holding his hand.
“Kev just go, I need to be alone so I can think.” He says, pulling his hand away from me.
“Mr. Poole calm down.” The doctor says looking at the two of us. “You keep your cool and I’ll be back later to check on you.”
“Whateva.” He says as we all look at him.
“JT that’s not nice.” I say to him as the doctor waves, shakes my hand and walks out of the room.
“And nothing else ever will be so get fucking use to it.” He says, frowning as mom and the others got up and walked out of the room.
“Baby…” I say.
“Just leave Kevin.” He says, turning away from me.
How and the hell could he say those fucking things to me like that? I should have knocked him the hell out and left him picking up his fucking teeth or something. He must have fell and bumped his fucking head or something. Treated me like some fucking piece of trash. I know I screwed up and haven’t been around for him like I should, but he doesn’t have to say that crap to me.
I don’t need anymore drama in my life right now. I went back to Kick because she’s the only person I know that I can run too when I need to talk or I need a shoulder to cry on. I will always love her regardless. He knows that, I don’t know why he’s ackin’ like a lil bitch. Can my life get any worse than it is now? I’m not going to deal with anything else. If something else happens, I’m just going to shut down. First him ackin’ stupid, then Brian kidnapping the babies and now Michael’s death. What else is going to happen?
Damn what happened here? I know all this isn’t for baby CJ. He’s back at the hospital. I thought those cops would have left already. What’s that over there, looks like they are bring a body out. Is that a body? Let me ask one of those guys. There’s Craig, maybe he knows.
“Yo Craig what’s going on here?” Joey asked, walking over to where Craig stood.
“Uhhhh…well Hi Joey. What are you doing here? I thought you were back at the hospital with the others.” Craig stated, looking at Joey and then looking in the direction of the coroner taking the body out of the building.
“Naw I was looking for Josh, so I decided to come back to the hotel to see if he was here.” Joey answered him. “What’s going on over there?”
“Joseph! Joseph! There you are.” Phyllis Fatone screamed, as she shuffled over to where Joey and Craig were standing.
“Ma what are you doing here?” Joey asked.
“Your brother, your brother is dead!” Phyllis screamed, hugging Joey, almost falling down.
“What? What happened to Steve?” Joey asked, trying to straighten his mother up.
“Not Steve, Michael! He’s dead!” Phyllis screamed, closing her eyes and falling into Joey’s arms as he started fanning her.
“Ma! Ma! Wake up!” Joey shouted, crying now a little bit. “Come on ma wake up.”
“Let’s get her over there to that bench.” Craig stated, helping Joey carry his mother to the bench close by.
“Craig what happened to my brother!? I know you know something you’re here.” Joey demanded, looking at Craig straight on. (no pun intended)
“Simon came into the interview room of the hotel and shot him.” Craig replied as Joey kicked the bench.
“That guy that tried to kidnap the babies?” Joey asked.
“Yeah him.” Craig answered as his cell phone rang.
“I’ll kill that bastard!” Joey shouted as Craig closed his phone and put it back into his pocket.
“You don’t have to he’s already dead. He and JT were in a gun fight and he’s dead, and JT’s in the hospital in a coma.” Craig stated, looking over at the men that were walking in and out of the hospital.
“What? Is he going to be okay?” Joey asked, more tears falling from his eyes.
“We don’t know right now. We have to see what happens when he wakes up from the coma.” Craig replied as his phone rang again.
This has been a crummy week and I am not going to put up with more crap from him and nobody else. Hell too much shit has happened and I’m going to change some things.
“I told you not to interfere and you did. If Simon had of shot you I wouldn’t damn care right now.” The woman says, placing a briefcase on the table and opening it. “I want those babies damnit.”
“Mom the babies are with Joe, he’s with Nikki again. Why do you want to take the babies from them?” The man asks, sitting down at the table.
“I told you that those babies don’t belong with her boy. She doesn’t deserve to raise those babies. She can’t raise those babies right with the life she’s leading.“ The woman says, pulling some papers out of the briefcase.
“What kind of life is that momma?” The man asked, accepting the papers from the woman.
“The life of a whore, that’s the life she’s leading damnit. An unmoral life of sex and God knows what else.” The woman explains, getting up. “With the proof I have against her, no one would allow her to keep those children. Gay men all around her and the babies, she’s sleeping with multiple people and I think she’s using drugs and drinking alcohol. That’s enough to take any child.”
“Momma I don’t think Nikki is doing nothing like that. I think we’ve gone too far with all of this.” The man says, standing up. “I’m going to tell Joey what’s going on.”
“Boy if you tell him what’s up, he’ll turn against you and me. We can’t have that now. When my plan goes into effect, then you we’ll tell him, but by then the babies will be mine.” The woman states, laughing maniacally.
“I don’t agree with this momma. I’m out.” The man states.
“You might be out, but if you interfere again, I’ll put you away in Liberty Springs. You can have Michael’s bed.” The woman says, glaring at the man.
“You wouldn’t dare.” The man says, getting distasted now.
“Try me and see damnit. If you do anything to jeopardize my plans, you can say bye bye to your life Steve and believe me, you won’t be happy when I’m done with you.” The woman states, throwing some money on the table. “Take the money and do what you’re supposed to do.”
“Fine momma, but I don’t like it.” The man identified as Steve says, picking up the money and leaving.
TO BE CONTINUED...
I don't know any of the members of «N SYNC, Backstreet Boys or any other celebrities mentioned. I don't know anything about their sexual orientation or the orientation of any other celebrities in this story (even though I wish some of them were gay). This story is fiction and you shouldn't take it for anything else but that. This is for entertainment value only folks.