Date: Wed, 26 Jun 2002 16:17:24 +0000 From: G Boy Subject: The Shoot Part Twelve The Shoot - Part Eleven by Gboy DISCLAIMER - I don't know Nick Carter or any of the BSB's or any other celebrity mentioned in this story. If you are under 18 or are offended by the thought of two men engaged in sexual activities then please dont read. Just a little idea I had and thought it would be fun to explore. Enjoy! PART TWELVE I felt strange. Sort of.... floaty.... light. I felt no pain either. After the car hit, the pain had been excrutiating, a pain beyond words. But now, nothing. I looked around me. I saw machines. Lots of machines. Doctors and nurses crowded around a bed. I was above all this, looking down. I moved in closer to see who was lying there. A nurse moved aside giving me a clear view of the person in the bed; Jesus. It was me. I was lying in the bed but also above it..... oh no....... Was I dead? When I realised I must be, I felt the most liberating experience I had ever felt. I was free....... to go wherever.... do whatever I wanted. I was floating up, the celing getting closer every second. Without stopping I passed through the roof. Somehow I knew that would happen. On I raced. Over cars, motorways, by streams, railway lines, tractor plowed fields. On and on, everything laid out before me like the largest patchwork ever. Is this real? Am I really dead? "That all depends." The voice was in my head. I don't think I 'heard' it, I just felt it. "On what?" I asked Him "On the choice you make after you journey." "What journey?" I was full of questions. So many things I needed to know. "The one you're about to take." I rumbled "The one to your past." The sun in the east blazed brighter until it engulfed the sky, making me wince. ******** I saw my mother. For the first time since she died three years ago. She looked so young! I cried and ran to her. My arms outstretched for an embrace with the most important person ever in my life. But, in true 'Christmas Carol' style, I past right through her. "This is not real," The voice spoke once more "These are memories of a past time. You cannot change anything here." "Then why am I here?!" I was angry "Why mess with me!?" "You need to make the choice," I boomed in my head "Was your life worth living? Or are you better off dead?" "I thought death was a foregone conclusion?" I asked bewildered "Death is different for everyone." The voice told me quietly I turned and looked at my mum again. She was in our house.... our house before it was pulled down to make way for the bungalows that were now there. A man walked out into the garden where she was sitting. "Who's that?" I asked the voice in my head (How crazy did THAT sound!!) "Your father." It stated bluntly "What? I've never seen him before." "You have." A small child ran out just after the man. "Is that me?" It must be I thought, I was (am?) an only child. The question went unanswered. "Is there any point in me being here?" "You have to know every aspect of who you are." The voice proclaimed. Very helpful(!) My father moved quietly to a chair in the garden and sat down. My younger self moved towards him. "Daddy, come play!" I screeched "Go away." He said flatly before unrolling a newspaper and lighting a cigarette. "You could at least give him some attention." My mum said "Just leave it, eh?" "He's only a kid!" She protested "LEAVE IT!" My father exploded, jumping from his chair he threw the paper down and slammed into the house. Mum followed as I sat on the floor. The arguement that started could be heard clearly. After a few minutes of shouting my mum screamed in pain. My younger self saw crying to himself on the floor. I (older me) ran into the house. Plates were smashing, insults were being thrown. Then, before I made it into the kitchen, all went quiet. I turned the corner and saw why I could never remember my father. "Christ!" Mum sat sobbing on the floor with a piece of broken plate in her hand. The piece was covered in blood. Father was dead on the floor. "Why didn't I know about this!!" I yelled at the voice in my head. "She kept it from you to protect you." The image in front of me shimmered. What was happening now? ******** I knew this place. It was my school. I saw myself again. Older now. 14 or 15. I smiled. I remembered what had happened here. I saw Yasmin. She was the first person I ever kissed. She was leaning against the wall, behind the bike shed of all places! I remembered the thoughts that were running through my head. "She's gorgeous. So why don't I feel anything?" My lips moved closer to hers. I closed my eyes. Will Cambell's, captain of the football team, face appeared in my mind's eye. Yamin's kiss was soft and gentle but it didn't do anything for me. I couldn't get the image of Will from my mind. It was wrong. It was dirty. He was a boy, for christ sake! What the hell was I thinking! Those thoughts disappeared about a year later!: ******** "Oh god! Ahh! Urg!! Harder!" I grunted as Jack pushed into me again. He pulled out and pushed in once more; "FUCK!" I panted I ran my hands over Jack's tight sixteen year old arse cheeks. His dusty blond hair bobbed up and down with each thrust. His deep brown eyes a contridiction to his hair. He started kissing my neck and around my ear lobes: "You're so tight!" he panted into my ear. He pounded harder into me sending waves of pleasure rippling through me. I was sweating buckets! Jack brushed his lips over mine before kissing me deeply. Our tounges danced around each others. It was cold in the shed, but it was worth it. We often snuck up here to have the odd illicit fag, and one day we had started talking about sex. Who we fancied - I pretended to fancy Pamela Anderson, obviously as she was all over the place in 1995. He said he fancied Princess Diana, for some reason!! He was the first one to suggest we wanked together..... so after a couple of weeks doing that I went down on him for the first time! Our 'relationship' progressed rapidly to the scene above!! We had sex at least three times a week! That was until I started college. 'I' started college you'll note! Jack, the first great love of my life, moved to America soon after leaving school. How inconsiderate was that!!?? This was after he promised me we'd be together for ever and buy a house!! "You seem to enjoy this time." The voice was back "Well wouldn't you?" I asked The voice laughed; "Time to move on again." It chuckled ******** Darren stood infront of another version of me. Two years ago. I, just turned 21, had started work at Griffen and had been given my first directing role. Darren was my assistant. After a few weeks on the film, Darren and I were watching the rushes for that day. He, being a year older that me, didn't like being bossed around by a 'kid' as he called me for a while! I showed him who was boss! "Grab me a coffee would you?" I asked him "Nah," He dismissed my request. "Do you have to argue with everything I say?" I looked at him from my chair "No." he said smirking. I laughed at him. He was the most annoying man in the whole entire world. I stood up, walked up close to him; "You'd better start doing what I say" I put on my most menacing voice. He just looked at me with a werid expression on his face. "Dont think so." He said casually I don't know how it happened but I found myself kissing him. His soft lips on mine, slurpping and slapping together. A sloppy start to a sloppy relationship. "You don't seem happy." The voice stated "I'm not." I answered "Two years after this that bastard pushed me in front of a car." "Yes." The voice said "It's lucky you've got friends who love you." The image changed from Darren and me locking lips to a bustling waiting room. My heart (If it was still there... Who knows!) jumped when I saw Nick. It sank when I saw his expression. He was holding Jem. I couldnt hate her after seeing her like that. A doctor walked up to them. I could hear what they were saying, but I guessed as they both broke down in each others arms. "Is this the future?" I asked lamely "It could be." The voice replied "What do you mean?" "It's a rare thing you're being offered. It doesn't happen every day. You have the choice now. Do you stay or go back? You've seen your life, you've seen your afterlife. So which is it? Stay or go?" Spend eternity in the best times of my life, never knowing pain or heartache again....... or going back and facing the future. This was without doubt the hardest decision I had ever been asked to make. While I thought I closed my eyes. An image flashed in my head....... Nick. As clear as anything. The times we had spent together, the times we SHOULD be spending together. I wanted them. The choice had been made. Not by me but by my heart. "I want to go back." I said determindly. "Fine." The voice said ******** "We've got a pulse. Heartbeat returning to normal." "That was a close one." A doctor said smiling and wiping his brow. Leaning into the unconsious Carl he added; "Don't ever do that again!" ____________________________________________________________________________ Hoped you liked my bit of insanity!! I just thought it'd be weird to see what Carl was thinking in his unconcious state.... now ya know! I hope a few bits made you smile! Keep commenting gboy x