This Can't Be Happening By Nick Gettle(Deryni6969@yahoo.com)
Disclaimer: O.K. guys and gals, heres the deal. This is a complete and total work of fiction, inspired by some of the stories I have read on this archive. It is not meant to imply anything about the personality or sexual orientation of any of the members of the band N'Sync. So if you're not 18(or 21, as the case may be in some parts of the world), offended by anything to do with homosexuality or N'Sync or if it's illegal to read this kind of stuff where you live, I got one word for ya: LEAVE! (Not to be mean or anything, it has to be said)
O.K., now that that's outta the way, I gotta admit something before I continue. This is the first time ever that I have attempted to do something like this. So, I'd appreciate it if you e-mailed me with advice, encouragement or (helpful, mind you,) critizism. Never could spell that word right. Flamers will be ignored, unless, of course, I find the message to be so hilarious that I just HAVE to share it with y'all.
That being said, I think it's time, in the immemorial words of someone, I forget exactly who, ON WITH THE SHOW! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Chapter One: In Which I go on Vacation
"Ok, folks, I am outta here. I'll see y'all in about two weeks. Don't do anything I wouldn't do, and please, PLEASE, don't blow the place up while I'm in New Orleans, ok?" This last was said with a huge grin on my face as I was getting ready to leave work for the first vacation I had had in Goddess knows how long.
"Don't worry, Nick, we'll keep the hospital running with out you for two weeks. Don't know how, but we'll manage. Somehow. Now, VAMOOSE! We don't want you to miss your plane." <at least, I don't, mon cher ami. you really need this. and who knows, maybe you'll bag yourself a nice cajun man and we'll be able to have peace at last from all your bitchin' about not having a man.> My eyes bugged out at that last bit, and my face turned beet red 'cause I'd not been expecting Ari to 'path me with something like that.
"Ariana Muldowney! Be nice!" This came from Mike, who had been watching us for some time while we were talking.
"Ooops, sorry." Not meaning it a bit. Ari came over and gave me a hug, and whispered "Be careful. I don't wanna lose you. Life here would be just TOO dull without you. Now be sure and tell Chris I said hi, y'hear?"
"Great googlie mooglie! You are never gonna let me live that down, are you Ari?", mock glaring at her. Y'see, the reason behind my vacation was two fold. One: I needed it like you wouldn't believe. And two, I had won tickets to a concert in New Orleans. The band: N'Sync, the one band Ari and I shared in our music tastes. It had been a complete accident, considering I had just gotten home from work and hadn't had time to turn the radio on, and the one in my car had been busted for ages. What I had INTENDED to do was request a song to listen to while I took a bath and unwind from the stressful day I had had. What HAPPENED was I had called at just the right time to get through and be the 96th caller in some contest the station was giving. So I won a ticket to go see them in New Orleans, but no backstage pass. Which was fine with me, I didn't really want to be hasseled with the reporters and screaming fans that would be there. Now, don't get me wrong, I like the bands music, I just didn't care one way or the other for all the media hype I would have had to deal with if I had gotten a pass backstage. Ari was elated when I told her, then pissed when she found out I didn't care about the fact that I hadn't gotten a backstage pass.
"Nope. And you had BETTER get me a poster or t-shirt from the concession area at the concert. Otherwise, I can't promise you anything about your health when you get back. MAWHA AH AH!"
"Sheesh! You're worse than my daughter, Ari!" yelled Sue from over by the coffee machine in the staff lounge. "Now, let the boy go, already!"
"Alright, already! Sheesh. Later bro'." she replied, pushing me out the door towards my car. That's what I loved about having Ari as a friend. Not only was she a fellow 'path, but she knew I was gay and didn't give a damn.
Chapter two: In Which I Almost Miss My Plane
Traffic, to say the least, was not pleasant. Not only did I have to go home to change and get my stuff, I had to turn around and go to the opposite side of town to get to the airport. I almost didn't make it. As it was, I barely made it to last Boarding. The flight attendant tried to give me the once over as I made my way to my seat in First, but I just completely ignored him. It had been one of those days, and I was NOT in the mood for flirting, to say the least. I was just gonna sit back, relax, and sleep the whole way there. See, there's one thing I don't get about people with a fear of flying. Not that I'm putting them down or anything, but I just didn't get it. Even on the best of days, when I'm, as Ari once so aptly put it, "Bouncing off brick walls, you're so hyper" full of energy to say the least, I fall right to sleep about 15 minutes into the flight. And this just wasn't one of those days. Anyways, I slept like the proverbial log, until about 15 minutes before the plane was gonna land. Don't know why but that always happens when I fly. (and it does,too)
So, I had finally arrived. I quickly spotted the guy waiting for me to take me to the hotel, and immediatelly knew I still had problems to deal with. I mean, this guy was just giving of these "Don't fuck with me, I could kick your ass to kingdom come and back with one hand behind my back and blindfolded" macho bulshit vibes.
"Hi. I guess your the guy they told me about. I'm Nick." I said as I held out my hand and walked up. He just looked at me like he saw a extremely disgusting pile of shit on his favorite sweater or something. I couldn't help but peek at what was going through his mind right then. I know, I know, petty, childish, and EXTREMELY rude, to say the least, but then I was exhausted and I didn't care.
<great. another fag. i hope i get an excuse to thrash him soon.> This set me off, laughing. He just looked at me like I was crazy, but just turned and started walking towards the exit. I followed, and soon I was at the hotel. As I was checking in, I heard extremely LOUD screaming out front. <uh,oh. looks like the radio station put me in the same hotel as the band. how do i get into these situations?> I thought to myself. You see, the station had set me up in this posh hotel, booked me on a First Class flight, and arranged a limo, but forgot about the backstage pass. Go figure. Like I said earlier, I didn't care. But I wasn't about to complain about what they had done for me, either.
I get up to the front desk, and let the guy at check-in know that I had a reservation and tell him my name. "Ah, yes. Mr.--"
"DON'T go there. I HATE it when people call me by my last name. Makes me feel old." I interrupted him. That, and I didn't feel like hearing someone mangle the pronunciation right then.
"Very well. You're on the 18th floor, room 1820, to be exact. Have a nice stay and let me know if there's anything wrong with the room." was Corys', the concierge, reply. Needless to say, I went straight to the elevator after getting my room key. Getting into the elevator car, I pushed the button for the 18th floor.
When I got there, this asshole in a god-awful ugly hawaiian shirt gets up from behind a desk and blocks me from going past the desk. "I'm sorry sir, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave this floor." {Now, this is NOT something you want to do when I'm exhausted from work, had turbulence the whole flight out and had to deal with an asshole already today.}
That set me off big time. "AWRIGHT, that is IT! I have had a VERY bad day, my room is on this floor, 1820, to be exact, and I just want to go to bed. My name is Nick Gettle, and I'm sorry for biting your head off like this, it's just that I'm not human right now and I won't be human until noon tomorrow, and that's not until I've had a pot of coffee first. Now, please get outta my way." The entire time I'm yelling and getting progressively louder, ignoring the guys shushing motions. When I finish, he finally gets a chance to get a word in edgewise.
"Sorry for that. It's just that I've had 54 girls come up here in the last 45 minutes claiming to have a reservation in room 1820, and each time I have to ask them their names, and they all give me the wrong one. You, however, just tore into me and gave me your name apologizing for tearing me a new asshole. And you gave me the correct name. One word of advise, though, now that your here. Take the earrings out before anyone else on this floor sees you."
"It's a little late for that, Lou. I've already seen him, and I must say, I like what I see so far, even if he does yell a lot." This came from behind me, and at the comment on liking what the guy saw, I turned beet red.
"Since you heard me yelling, apparently, I'm not going to repeat myself. I'm going to go to my room and go to sleep." Nodding at Lou, I said "Have a nice day and again, sorry for biting your head off like that."
"Its ok. I know a few people just like you, have a nice day yourself." I then went past the desk and down the hall to my room, went in and crashed for the night, after making sure the door was locked.
"Now, that wasn't very nice, Joey. You heard what he said, and when he wakes up I expect you to apologize to him." Lou said to the guy who had made the comment about liking what he saw. "Ok, ok. Sheesh, I was just joking alright already damn." Joey said. "Later. I'm going to bed now." And with that, he went to his room. <although, i did like what i saw> is what was going through his mind as he went into his room. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ok, thats all for now. Ain't I a stinker? Anyways, let me know what you thought about it. Quick note, though. With the segments with <> around it, I didn't use capitals on purpose, although I did use punctuation, that was just to make it easier to read. I mean, how many people think with correct punctuation and capitals? Bye-bye Nick P.S. By the way my little brother did a little,how do you say,correcting of this first of many segments of my exploration with ficticious writings bye now seriously. ooopppsss >:) 80P :p :) 80)