Date: Sun, 19 May 2002 15:11:58 -0400 From: Mikey Boy Subject: Pains Of Forgetfulness-Chapter 2 Pains of Forgetfulness Welcome to the first installment of POF. I hope you like this story because I've had a blast writing it. You know the rules. If you're not supposed to read this, then don't. It's that simple. This story is about the pains of forgetting your true love. There is no sex in this installment, but maybe in another installment, there will be. I have no idea whether any members of *NSYNC are gay, straight, or bisexual. Any similarities are purely coincidental. I don't know if any of them are gay, but I hope so. We can wish, can't we? Comments are welcome at: mikeyboyz1029@hotmail.com. I would love it if you dropped me a line. Ok, now to the story. * * * * * * Chapter 2: The Road Home The sun rose brightly over the city, and shone invitingly into the window of the hospital room. My friend Lance was still laying in my arms. Wow, was he hot! :) Lance started to stir. He sleepily opened his eyes and leaned up to give me a quick kiss, but he sharply moved away before he touched me. I've got to remember to take it slow, Lance thought. I don't want him to freak out. I just wouldn't be able to take that kind of rejection. Lance got up quickly and walked over to the door. "I'll be back in a sec. Ok?" Lance said as he walked out the door. "'K" I said, still dead tired. I guess it was all the medicines that I was being given that made me really tired. I wish Lance would have kissed me, I thought. I think he might be in love with me. Who knows? I got up to go to the bathroom and brush my teeth. Maybe Lance will try to kiss me again. Maybe he didn't kiss me because of my bad breath, I laughed. Next time I'll be ready, I grinned. When I looked in the small mirror in the bathroom, I noticed my hair was a tasseled mess, and was in serious need of a comb or a brush or something to help with my bad hair days. As I looked in the mirror to see my sexy blue eyes and my cute button nose, it seemed so disjointed, like I was looking at the face of a stranger. I was so glad to be alive, to stare at my cute face again, that I almost jumped into the air, but I decided against it since I was still recovering. I rinsed my face off and I found a small comb to rake through my hair. It hurt to get rid of the tangles from my hair because of my awful headaches. It would take a while for these headaches to go away, I thought. I didn't really care how my head felt. I was just glad that I was getting to go home today. Wherever home was. Well, I guess I'd find that out later today. Lance came back into the room, so I came out of the bathroom. He was carrying a tray of hospital food. Yuck! I hated hospital food, but at least I wouldn't have to eat it much longer. Thank goodness. I came over to the bed and sat down as he placed a tray of Jell-O into my lap. Even a hospital can mess up a simple thing like Jell-O. How? I didn't really want to know. "So, I get to escape today, right, Mr. Bass?" I asked. "Ummm. . ." he was taken aback by my calling him Mr. Bass. "Ok, Lance, then. Is that ok?" I asked. "Yeah, great, Mike. You can leave after the doctor checks you out again. He wants to make sure I didn't brainwash you. HA HA! Please don't rat on me!" he laughed. "Ummm, ok, I won't tell them how you've been treating me badly." I smiled. Don't do this to me! I can't take it when you smile like that, Lance thought. I might just melt right here. The doctor came into the room and I suddenly broke contact with Lance's eyes. Oh, they were so cute. I love the color of his green eyes. They're like a whole other world. NOTE TO SELF: Remind Lance how sexy his eyes are when I get the chance. After a few minutes of doctor checkups, the doctor released me from the hospital. I could have jumped up and down. I was so happy to be leaving. Especially when I was leaving with Lance. :) Lance held out his hand to me as he helped me to stand up out of the bed. I wasn't in that bad of shape, but Lance didn't need to know that. I liked the extra attention. :) He let go of my hand and helped me to gather what little items I had with me. I had no flowers, but that was because no one really knew I was in the hospital. Not even my parents, or I didn't think so anyway. I didn't know. Did I have parents? I had no clue, but it didn't matter. Lance was all I knew in the world no. Maybe that was a good thing. We walked in silence through the back entrance to the hospital because since Lance was a big celebrity, and he didn't want to be spotted. That would be detrimental to his career as a singer in a boy band. It didn't matter to me, really. It wasn't like we were dating or anything. Right now anyway. A taxi was waiting for us at the back of the hospital in the parking deck. We both climbed into the back of the cab and the driver pulled away from the hospital. "Lance, where are we going to now?" I asked curiously. "We're going to go to the house and get you to change clothes and then you'll see. It's a surprise!" "Oh, I love surprises." I said. "Yeah, I know." He grinned sheepishly. "Lance, I'm going to need your help with all this stuff I'm going through. It's going to be really hard. I don't know how I'll ever get back to normal." "Well the doctor said you might never get back to normal totally." I turned and looked out the window at the scenery around us. A McDonalds. A gas station. A movie theater. Finally a clue as to where we were. A sign that said "Welcome to Boone, NC". "We're in Boone, North Carolina. I know that much." The cab driver looked at me strangely. "I have amnesia, sorry." I said to the driver. "Oh, I'm sorry, 'bout that." he mumbled. Pretty soon, we were in front of a nice comfy looking house away from everything else. It was alone in the silence. I guess I loved that kind of ambiance. It was a nice house, I have to admit. It was a Victorian old style home with a perfect and inviting porch wrapping around the house's bottom story. Lance paid the driver as we both got out of the cab and headed toward the house. "I don't have a key." I said. "Even if it is my house. . ." "It is your house. Completely yours. Isn't it great? Better than my house in Miami." He laughed. "This place has more ambiance." "Here's the key." He said as he pulled one from his pocket. "You gave me a spare." he said. Ok, I thought, I was either really in love with him to give him a key to my house, or really stupid. Probably the latter. :) He unlocked the door and I laid my stuff down in the nearest chair. I'd clean it up later. I flopped onto my huge overstuffed couch in my living room. "Just to tell you a little bit about your house, it was built in 1850, and you inherited it when your parents died last year in a car wreck. I'm sure they would have been at the hospital if they were alive." He said. "Ok, why did you come to see me? It seems that you were the only person in the world who knew I was there. Aren't you traveling with, what's the groups' name?. . . O Town?" "NO!! Definitely not O Town. *NSYNC, you silly." "Sorry, amnesia." I laughed. "I have an excuse. HA HA!" "Well, I'm here because the group was singing in a concert in Charlotte, not far from here, and I came up to see you. We were supposed to meet at a restaurant in Boone, but you had car trouble and I finally tracked you to the hospital. I was so shocked that you'd forgotten me." "Hey, hold on a second while I go get changed and shower. I'll be back in a few minutes, and then I have a surprise for you, too." "Really? What is it?" he asked. "It wouldn't be a surprise if you knew what it was, you Nimrod." "I'm no Nimrod." "Yeah, sure. Well, I'll be done in a few minutes, k?" I said as I zoomed off to my bedroom. Actually, I was searching for my bedroom. I didn't know where it was. "Your room's upstairs." Lance said as he watched me searching around. "Oh, sure, I knew that." I smiled. I climbed up the spiral staircase to the top floor and I easily found my room. "Make yourself comfy," I hollered down to Lance as he looked up at me. I just had to smile when I looked down at his smiling face. I loved this house. It was great because it really showed the ambiance of the olden times and the beautiful architecture in those houses. I found some clean clothes in my dresser and I crawled into the shower. I wanted to take a soak in the tub, but I decided that it would probably be quickest to just take a shower. After rinsing off all the dirt and grime of the past days, I turned off the water and just stood there. I couldn't process all that was going on in my life. It seemed impossible that I was this fortunate to have all this greatness in my life. I had an awesome house, and a great guy to take care of me. Should I follow through with my plan?, I wondered. Oh yeah! I smiled. After changing clothes, I went back downstairs. Lance wasn't there. I searched the living room. I searched the whole house, and it was more beautiful than I had seen, but it was missing something important. It was missing Lance. I had lost him already. I sat down on the couch and I cried. All those celebrities were the same. They always were unpredictable, I thought. I had lost my only guide to this strange new world. To Be Continued. . . * * * * * * Well, what did you think? Was it garbage and not worth the time of day to read it? Or was it so engrossing you couldn't stop reading it until the deadly words, To Be Continued. . . were placed at the end? Email me, and tell what you thought. My address is: mikeyboyz1029@hotmail.com. I hope to have the next chapter up by the end of the month, but no promises. Well, I've pretty much planned out the whole story very vaguely, so if you want to tell me how you think the story should go, then drop me a note. Until next time, Michael. :)