Author's Note:
Greetings all, I am sorta back, i have come to the conclusion that my other stories have become stale and so I can no longer write on them until I can figure out what I want with them. I can't promise anything any more, because I have discovered that promises are only made to be broken. I have been through alot of shit in my life and I am now trying to rebuild what I can. Also I have moved from Arkansas to California due to conflicts with my mother and her beliefs on homosexuality. I have to say this homosexuality or Bi-sexuality oe lesbians shouldn't have to fear the world all we are wanting is to feel accepted for who we are and what we are. We aren't asking for everyone to fall on their knees and love us but we do want to be seen as a person. At least I do, I can't say how every one feels, but for me I just want to live as a person not an outcast which many are placed under. I hope and pray that one day straight gay and bi people can get along with out being hateful of the others sexual prefference.
Legal Note:
Okay most of you know that it is against the law to read sexually related material if you are underage. Also This story depicts relationships between two males. Also the sexual prefference of the celebrities listed in this story are not true or may not be. Basically I don't say I know for sure which way these celbrities swing. This story is fiction meaning it isn't real. but it is in your imagination.
Contact Info:
Well I can be reached in a few ways, one is by e-mail which is wes@solitarywolf.net, another is in the boybands chat room on the BFM server. and I can be found on my irc server which is located if you have mIRC or another simular type client at irc.solitarywolf.net in the channel #solitarywolf. I can't promise that i will answer every e-mail or question or remark. But I will give it my best to try. And now on with the story.
The days have finally grown longer for me as I sit on the veranda and watch the sun set over the ocean. I look at the waves crashing against the shore. Silently kissing the rocks and small animals that lay beneath the sand. As I sit here my mind drifts back to a time when these simple things were just an on going deal. I look back at how my life was and how it changed me and others around me. There are things I did with my life I am not always proud of but I have no regrets. I lived and loved and was loved. I can still still see his facethe first day we met. It is like it was yesterday...
45 years earlier...
Setting here in this airport isn't what I would call the most enjoyable experience, but it was one non the less. My flight was being delayeddue to a problem with fueling or some stupid shit as that. Any way I'm setting here and going home after being in this small town outside of Dallas for a will reading. Apparently I had a great great great grandfather who had lived to be over 125 years old which only passed away a few weeks ago. Anyway I soon discovered I would never ever have a problem with money again. As I was the sole heir to almost 2 billion dollars. My life had changed so much in that little bit of time i wasn't sure what to do. I knew I had to go home and return to work and deal with things there. I was brought out of my drifting by a bunch of flashing lights. When I looked around i was being surrounded by news reporters and such.
"Mr. Sheal how does it feel to be a multi-billionair?"
"What do you plan to do with the money?"
"Are you married?" And the questions continued. Soon there were security helping me get away from the crowd. I was lead to a private room with another group of people were waiting. I really didn't think to look at them I just found a seat and crashed.
"Who are you?" I heard someone ask. I opened my eyes and looked around trying to see who was talking to me.
"Huh??"
"I asked you who you are?" A blonde headed young man asked me.
"Wes Sheal, why?"
"Well only VIP are allowed in here. So why are you here?" This guys was getting very snobby.
"I was mobbed a few minutes ago by the media so the security people brought me here." I saw him pull his cell phone out and dial a number and began to talk to who ever it was on the other end. The others were watching me and the tv as a news broadcast came on.
"In Local news today the multi-billionair Mark Sheal was seen at the Dallas Airport waiting for his flight has been delayed. He refused to comment on any of the questions he was asked, but I feel he was suprised and wasn't sure what to do. As we all know Mr. Sheal is the sole hier to Glen Freemans entire estate and holdings, which is estimated to be about 5 billion dollars." The guys that were there turned to look at me with pen mouths, though the guy on the phone heard non of what was said on the phone.
"Well Mr. Sheal security is on their way to escort you out of here." He said smugly as he placed the phone back into his pocket. I just shrugged and sat back. I was too tired to argue. A couple of minutes later the Airport security followed by the general manager walked in.
"Hello gentlemen, my security department reieved a call from a Mr. Timberlake."
"Yes, this man here," the man said pointing to me," was brought in here when your security knows that we are the only ones supposed to be in here."
"I see sir, but you see Mr. Timberlake, Mr. Sheal has to be in here due to the mass media there is outside looking for him. He's a new celebrity."
"What do you mean..." He said but then one of the other young men spoke up.
"Justin That is Mark Sheal the newest multi-billionair. the press is hounding him." The two men looked at each other and then at me. The manager turned to me.
"Is there anything we can get you Mr. Sheal?"
"No thank you I am fine for the moment I just want to get home." With that the manager and security left the room.
"What do you mean Josh?"
"I mean that you shouldn't be going around like you are the only person worthy of shit." They were getting to the point of yelling and I thought it was time to stop it.
"Look you two i have no idea who you guys are and i really don't care. I am tired and stressed out, so if you two are gonna fight take else where or shut up and sit down and wait for you plane." I replied in a dry and flat tone. Both sat down and shut up. All eyes were on me. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do so I just sat there. I guess it was only a few minutes later when a young man came to the room.
"Umm excuse me but Mr. Sheal you plane is ready for you to board would you please follow me." I nodded and got up and grabbed my bags and soon I was being surrounded by security and escorted to the plane. I showed the ticket to the attendent at the gate and she welcomed me to the flight and let me through to board. I soon found my seat and stowed my carry on in the locker above me and i sat down to relax. Or that was untill someone sat down next to me. I looked over and there was the loud mouth. 'Oh great I get to sit with Mr. Attitude the entire flight.' I sighed and looked out the window at the ground. Soon I would be sitting on my front porch watching the waves crash against the sand that made the shore. But the next day I would be back in the office dealing with a crappy job where my boss hates my guts. I sighed again and cleared my mind and soon I was drifting off to a world all of my own.
Justin's POV
Oh great I have to sit next to Mr. Big Bucks. Shit I bet he hates me after the incident in the airport. But damn that is alot of money. Over 5 billion dollars including the land and estate's the old man owned. Well at least he's going sleep. I turned to look at Josh to see him looking at me.
"Josh, I'm sorry, it's just we never before had to be confronted with that. usually they put them in other rooms."
"It's okay Curly, but before you judge someone find out all the facts first." Josh smiled at me, I felt better after that I just hope that Mr. Sheal would forgive me. I settled back into the seat and got comfortable for the flight to L.A.
tbc........
Well peeps I am sorta back. I hope that this story will be a good one. I hope that you all send feed back so I know what you all think of it. Thanks Wes