Disclaimer: This is a fiction story, nothing in it is true, and is not meant to imply anything of Chris Trousdale, any other member of Dreamstreet, or any body else listed in here's sexualities. If you are too young to be reading this or are offended by it please leave now.
I would like to thank Slpwriter, the amazing author of My Everything, for everything he has done for me. He inspired me to make a second story, and showed me everything i need to know. Thank you again.
Also, I would like to thank Robby (you hornball) for supporting me and being there by my side. He has helped me through a lot of things and always gave me belief in my writing. Thanks and lots of love.
This is my second story, My 1st one goes my the name of Loving Nick Lachey. So if my second one is not as good as my first one remember, It's only my second! LOL!
~The Concert~
Chapter 1
"Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my GOD!" I screamed while my older, and totally cool sister held her hands up to her ears. I hugged her so hard, I think her eyes literally popped out of their sockets.
"Ow, ow ow, Jordan, you're choking me..." She said through clenched teeth.
"Ow, ow, OW!" She screamed again. I jumped back and blushed a little from embarrassment.
"Sorry, I kinda got carried away." I told her.
"Sure as hell you did," She said smiling and walking out of my door, but before I could fall on my bed and "die", she popped her head back in and said,
"You know, with a reaction like that, especially to a boy band like Dreamstreet, some people might think you're gay."
She dodged my pillow that I threw at her and ran back into the hallway.
Finally, I fell on my bed and dreamed about meeting the guys, especially Chris, the total hottie of the group, at least to me. I loved his hair, especially after I saw the movie on their C.D. It said that he got a haircut and thought it looked o.k., but he still got teased. So for that reason mostly, I learned to love his hair. But he himself, is cute! I love his face, and his sexy lips and body. It just totally throws me over the brink. Anyway, back to my soon-to-be-exciting lifestyle. I decided to figure out what to wear to the meeting at the coffee shop. Kind of a weird place to meet a boy band, but hey, if it's Dreamstreet, then I'm there. My sister snagged tickets to their small concert in the coffee shop. It's supposedly just for the workers, but she got me in, because she knew how much I loved them. So I get to meet them before the show, when they're all spread out, drinking coffee. I'm hoping to meet Chris first, but I wouldn't mind meeting Greg either. He would be my second choice, aside from Chris of course.
At 4:00, I got ready to go and ran downstairs with a grin bigger than the Louisiana Border. My mom noticed this immediately and just had to rub it in.
"That smile doesn't happen to be because you're meeting, and I quote, "Sexy and hot Chris Trousdale", is it?" She said smiling that evil smile, that only moms have.
"Mom, I'm not gay, you know how many girlfriends I've had."
"I know, I know, Jordan. I just can't help it."
My sister came down ready to go, and we left an hour early for the concert. We drove silently except for the Dreamstreet music blaring from the speakers. I never went anywhere without that C.D. and I started singing to it:
"Feel the rain falling down on me I call your name, I miss you, can't you see I'll take the blame, we should never be apart Tell me what can I do to get you back into my heart"
"You know," My sister said while turning down the music, to "talking" volume, "I'll bet that Dreamstreet could hook you up with a music production or something if you asked."
"Shut up Beth, I'm not that good at singing!" I said blushing.
"No, trust me you are. And if you don't ask them, or at least talk to them, I'm going to!" She said smiling.
"Have I ever told you how much I dislike you?" I said grinning.
"Yeah, but it usually means ya love me," She grinned again.
She turned up the volume as we got nearer and nearer to the Coffee Shop, and as we did, my heart pumped harder and harder, and my dick twitched a little bit. We got to the restaurant, jumped out of the car, and with the Blip Blip of the car doors locking, we went into the Cafe. My heart was almost bursting out of my chest as I opened the doors. The stage was in the middle and there was barely anyone there, but the people who were there were mostly around my sisters age, like 16 or 17 at the least, so I felt kinda out of place being a 13 year old. Yeah, now you're probably thinking, why would a sixteen year old like Chris want anything to do with a little 13 year old? Well, I don't know, but it must've been something because I felt a light tap on my shoulder and I spun around to see Chris, in his performing outfit, staring straight at me. I tried to look cool, but I think I must've had a glazed over look because he laughed a little.
"Hey, It's nice to see another guy around here, aside from my band mates." He said in a sexy voice. So sexy in fact it felt like I was going to faint. "My names..."
"Chris." I said interrupting him. He smiled smugly. "It's nice to meet you. I'm...uh..."
I can't believe at all the times in my life, I had to look like an idiot now.
"I'm.....I used to know this."
I said quoting from a Boy Meets World episode. Chris laughed, so I guess I didn't look too bad.
"Oh right, I'm Jordan. I knew it'd come to me sooner or later." I finished with a content smile on my face.
I extended my hand forward, and Chris shook it. Immediately, I felt electricity shoot from our bodies, coursing through each other. Chris' eyes darted to mine, as we looked into each others eyes for the first time. He was beautiful. No other words could really describe him. As I looked into his hazelnut brown eyes, I could feel him leaning into me. Or maybe it was me, I don't know, but thankfully the other guys of Dreamstreet came out into view before anything happened we might have regretted.
"Hey Chris, who's the new bitch you picked up this time?" Matt asked in a mad, yet sarcastic tone.
Chris let go of my hand, gave Matt one death glance, and walked into a room across from us that read "Backstage"
"I wonder what his problem is?" Matt asked again.
'I'm really starting to dislike him more and more' I thought to myself. I decided to make a good first impression to the guys, even if Chris wasn't there.
"Hey guys, um, my names Jordan. It's nice to meet all of you." I smiled at them all, hoping they won't see that I was nervous. They all got in a line and shook my hand, saying "Hi", and "Wassup?"
"So, what are you doing here? I mean most of the people here are women." Greg asked me, but not before he looked at a blonde, giving her the 'what's up' nod. After I was finished being introduced to them all. Chris came back out, hopefully not as mad as before, as I started telling them about myself.
"Well, my sister works here in the Cafe, and I've been listening to you guys for a long time,." I started. I could see Chris out of the corner of my eye, listening to me with rapt attention. "And I've told everyone in my family that I love you guys. So my sister, being the nice bitch she is, got me tickets for tonight." I finished and everyone laughed.
"Hey guys, you gotta get ready for the show!" Someone yelled from inside the "backstage" door.
"Well, I guess we'll see you later," Chris said to me. Man, that guy can make a heart stop, honestly. He leaned towards me and whispered in my ear,
"I wanna talk to you after the show, think you could meet me by the exit?"
I nodded, grinning from ear to ear. The guys went backstage and I went to get a front row seat. Luckily, everyone started getting here, after I got my seat, so I had the front row coffee table.
"Hey Jordan, want some coffee?" My sister said walking up to me with a cup already made. She set it down on my table and whispered in my ear,
"The one with the spikes is pretty cute. Do you think him and me..."
"No." I stated blankly. She just giggled a little and left to get her own seat. I hate it when she stuck it to me like that. Even though I've never told her I was gay, I think she knew anyway. That really put a rock in my throat, but not as big as the one I got when Dreamstreet stepped on stage. All the girls started screaming, but I hardy noticed because I was staring straight at Chris who was staring straight back at me. He was wearing a red spaghetti strapped shirt, so it showed his muscles, some pants that were way to big for him, and a reddish tinted pair of sunglasses. I finally came out of my trance when they started singing "It Happens Every time." What I liked about their performance though, was that every time they said "When I see you" Chris pointed straight at me. 'Wait, what the hell?' I thought to myself. 'Does this mean Chris is gay? If it does, then maybe he wants to get to know me better, and then maybe we can start a relationship!' 'Shut up' I argued with myself. 'Like he would go out with you, he's famous, and you're probably just reading the signals wrong.' I dropped my head and sighed. I guess Chris saw because he looked a little worried when I brought my head back up. I had tears in my eyes and had to leave the room before it got out of control. I jumped down from my chair and walked into the bathroom where I started crying my eyes out.
"Hey what's wrong bud?" Chris said coming into the bathroom. I jumped hearing his voice and turned around to see him with a worried look on his face.
"Chris, what about the concert?" I asked worried.
"You've been crying in here for 15 minutes. The concerts over." Chris looked at me worried, and went to lock the door. He turned the latch and walked back over to me. "So are you gonna tell me?" He said trying to smile, but still had a concerned look on his face.
"Well, I......I mean.....I'm.." I started but just started crying even more and fell into his arms. He was pretty warm, and I felt safe and secure in his hug.
"Don't worry, take your time..." He said to me in a comforting tone.
"Chris, I really should have told you in the first place, but I'm gay." I told him. "I understand if you don't wanna talk to me anymore, I'll just leave at least knowing that I met you."
He gave me a squeeze, which kind of confused me but I didn't object. He just held me there for a while, both of us sniffing and crying. After about five minutes he asked me something.
"Hey Jordan, can I trust you with something?"
"Sure," I said to him. "Your secret can't be worse than mine."
"Actually, it can." He said. I looked up at him and saw him smiling.
"I'm gay too....."
He leaned into me and I leaned into him. Our lips touched for the first time, as I brought my hands up and around his neck. He moved his hands down to my waist and as he did so, his tongue slithered into my mouth and started wrestling with mine. We must have been doing that same thing for 2 minutes before things started to heat up. His hands moved into my pants, where he squeezed my ass and I groaned. My hands moved inside his shirt where I rubbed up and down his soft, yet hard chest, squeezing his nipples making him moan. We parted and looked into each others eyes.
"Would you like to come to the apartment where I'm staying tonight Jordan?"
"Yeah, I'd like that."
"Great let's go..." Chris said grabbing my hand and taking me out the bathroom door, out the main doors, and into the streets where the limo awaited...
TBC?