Hey, my name's Xavier Piemonte. This is my first attempt at writing any kind of fiction really. Any suggestions/comments please e-mail them to me at X_Piemonte@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER - This story is purely fictional and does not imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned, and does not imply anything about the private lives of them.
Just Hope, part one
"Glitz, glamour and gowns galore. It's quite unbelievable how much money there is crammed into this room. It's in the dresses, the diamonds that idly hang from their ears, their wrists and their necks. It's in their tuxedos, their car keys, and for some of them it's on their faces or stomachs. It's like they're competing with each other. I'm sure I saw her smirking cause her diamonds were bigger than hers, or maybe it was her tits...dunno. This isn't a party. It's more like the convention of the chronically false..."
"Talking to yourself again Will?" came a voice from behind him.
Will turned round with a start to see his brother Rupert standing there with a silly grin on his face, holding two glasses of champagne. He made no response. Rupert disregarded his brother's positively weird behaviour, putting it down to the sheer euphoria of the overall situation.
Will Young had been skyrocketed to the top. He had gone from Politics graduate to super star in mere days, and he nor his family could believe the change. He had money, a glitzy career and life style, and countless fans all over the world. Will had already stepped confidently out of the closet soon after his Pop Idol victory, and had retained the colossal support from his fans, who loved him for him, not for who he slept with.
But Will was a young man troubled. Fact is, he felt lonely. No family with him all the time, and no lover. He savoured every moment he got to spend with his brother. Will loved taking him to these sorts of parties because he could see how Rupert simply had the time of his life. Rupert got to meet all his favourite stars, while at the same time, spend time with his mega-star brother. But still Will was not happy fully. Of course he loved his new life generally, he'd always wanted this. However there always remained in him a gap that he could not fill, a puncture he could not fix. He yearned for stability, and most of, he yearned for love. Not just any old love, but a deep love. He longed to meet someone he could spend the rest of his life with, but so far had been dashed, defeated and driven back to misery and disillusionment.
"Will? You wanna look like you're enjoying yourself?"
"Oh...God...Sorry Rupert I must look...I'm sorry" Will replied, waking from his half dreaming state.
"Don't apologise bro. I know you must be totally knackered. I bet this party seems a drag. We don't have to stay if you don't want." Rupert hid any possible disappointment at the prospect of leaving behind a facade of a forced smiley face. Will saw straight through it.
"Nah, I'm fine." He perked up a bit. "Really, I'm fine. In fact..." He took a glass from Rupert and took a generous swig. "...let's go and mingle with all these...fab people."
With the two went into the crowd, nodding, saying the odd 'hey', 'hello' and 'how are you?" and of course not forgetting the classic glass raising and nodding where words could not be uttered. This party was massive. It had the look of an enormous after-show party, but was in fact the house party of a particularly well-known celeb couple. The vast sea of faces was a little daunting, even to Will to some extent. As he shifted through the crowd, he'd catch glimpses, glances and the odd smile. That's when it happened. A single moment of contact that changed Will's entire life.
It's funny how such small events can bring such massive consequences.
Will's eyes stopped glazing, they were in total focus, locked, just for those couple of seconds before having to whiz off again into the merging crowd. This moment of contact was enough to make Will's heart skip a beat. The whole room seemed to shift into slow motion and the two seconds seemed like a lifetime at first. Desires and emotions rose and stayed with him until he managed to escape the mob.
From the edges of the crowd he looked again for those eyes. He looked and looked but couldn't meet their gaze again. His heart dropped, his emotions sank, but the image remained his mind. Who's were those eyes? It was hopeless. With all the dazzling eyes in the room it would be impossible to find those ones again. He downed his drink in a kind of despair.
"HEY!" Said Rupert, emerging from the crowd himself, "Thought I'd lost you for a second there pal. You ok? You look a little flustered." "Ah it's just a little warm. I'm gonna go...get another drink. Would you like another?"
Rupert held his glass up to eye level to exaggerate to Will the fact that it was still practically full.
"Erm...no I think I'm ok"
Rupert gave a short chuckle, and turned back into the crowd. Will set off for the bar. His mission: to get so pissed he wouldn't be able to remember those eyes.
"What can I get you Mr Young?" asked the mancunian barman.
"Give me...a double vodka and lemona...just a double vodka"
"Coming up"
As will waited for his solution to arrive, an answer to his original problem walked up behind him
"Hi"
Will turned round. There they were. Keeping his eyes locked again, he used every part of his still functioning self to say just...
"Hi"
Hope you are enjoying the story so far. I didn't want to get straight into the sex thing cause I really wanna have a go at a story, as in, one with a plot. I've read a lot here and I've found the best stuff here are the ones that are stories, and not just wild sex. Hope you all agree with my weird kind of story philosophy. Like I say any suggestions or nething mail me at X_Piemonte@hotmail.com Cheers.
XPi