Hi everyone...
In order to accommodate people who are asking me about notification lists, I've finally created an YahooGroup (Gods, Yahoo is like the Borg!) to do so: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Dale_writings
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It's partway down the site, just look for "Lottery Winner". There's lots of other great stories there so check them out.
DISCLAIMER: The names of the people are fictional (well, except for the members of the group). This is a fictional story that came right out of my own mind. I have no knowledge if any member of N Sync are gay or whatever. That being said, please enjoy the story and remember-- write me!!! (Especially write me if you're a member of the group! GRIN)
Thanks guys and gals, Hope you like it.
Dale
--THE LOTTERY WINNER: Ch 36--
Monday, 7pm
Dear Diary...
My therapist tells me that it'll be good for me to write my thoughts down. That sounds like psychobabble to me, but here goes.
I hate what he did to me. I guess I should point out that `he' is Lonnie. Lonnie, Lonnie, Lonnie. God I get annoyed just writing his name. I can't believe I was so naïve to think he loved me once. I always knew I had a temper...if nothing else the one thing I should take away from the past weeks is the fact that I'm stronger than I thought, and that there is more to me than meets the eye.
Thank heavens for Joey. He's been so incredible. I couldn't ask for a better love in my life. I just wonder if it's too much. We fell for each other, and suddenly we're totally caught up in each other's lives. Is it going too fast? I don't want to hurt him.
He called tonight from Atlanta. He sounded so down. I just wanted to reach through the phone and kiss those lips of his. He wasn't even going to go out with Lance and the guys, he was just going to stay in. After spending ten minutes fighting with him about it I won. As soon as we'd exchanged `I love you's' and hung up I called Lance and had a long talk. Joey was depressed...big time!
I got Lance and Chris to promise to help keep him happy. He was happy that I was adjusting to having Cyrus around
Shit...the doorbell.
Outta here...it's Gabriella. She's having separation anxiety issues over Josh. smile Okay fine, it's not just her. I miss Joey.
--Dale
Tuesday, 9pm
Diary,
I take back all the bad thoughts I've been having about Cyrus. He's been a trooper, keeping up with me when I've been running around doing everything. It's kind of nice to have a buffer so I don't have to deal with people. The paper broke a story about how a "new multi-millionaire" is living in Orlando. Now whenever I go out I'm getting recognized. People apparently associate the words millionaire' with fool'. I can't even count the number of stupid people who have come up to me asking for money for projects or charities. I'm sorry, I've already donated a large amount of money...the rest is mine.
Geez, that sounded really selfish. If mom ever reads this she'll probably smack me. You can only be the nice guy for so long before it gets old. I've spent my whole life worrying about others and doing nice things for everyone else. Isn't it time for me?
--Dale
Wednesday, 8pm
Diary,
No call from Joey tonight. I tried calling him and his cell was turned off.
I called and spoke to mom and Deb at fair length. Apparently Lonnie's sister has been coming by their place and harassing them. Stupid bitch, she needs to crawl back under her rock before I slap her with a harassment lawsuit.
--Dale
Thursday, 2pm
THAT BITCH!
I'm being sued. Lonnie's sister is suing me for violating his civil rights.
I really do not need this right now. I called my attorney and I can't make this go away.
Oh my god, what if this is in an open court? I don't think I could handle my relationship with that psychotic sonofabitch being brought out in the open like that.
I have to figure out what to do. I'm not in the mood to write in you right now so I'm going to go for a jog. Maybe I'll get lucky and have a heart attack!
Thursday, 8pm
Diary,
I'm a little calmer now. Cyrus probably hates me now...I ran two miles then walked another two. FUCK my legs are killing me. Two messages were on the machine, one from the lawyer and one from Joey. He sounds so happy. I can't tell him about this.
Off to call my lawyer.
--Dale
Monday, 7pm
Finally something is going my way. My lawyer got it so the case will NOT be heard where Lonnie and I used to live...it's going to be heard in Florida. ALSO, I won't have to have my private hell paraded in front of the public. It will be heard by the grand jury, but I can live with that.
I told Joey about the lawsuit finally. He's mad I didn't tell him about it when I first heard. Sometimes I just don't get him. It's perfectly okay for HIM to `protect me' from things...but if I do it to him I'm the bad guy? Must be him getting in touch with his butch side.
From what Joey has told me, Lance and Chris are totally in their own little world. They're being good in public, but apparently are attached at the hip once the guys are on the bus or in their hotels.
sigh that sounds familiar.
Gods, I miss him.
--Dale
Tuesday, 6pm
Okay, I've made a decision. After talking with Lance I'm going to fly up to Boston and spend the night with Joey. They're arriving Friday afternoon and will be there for two shows. I'll leave from here that afternoon and be able to make it there to spend some time with him before the show on Friday. Lance is sworn to secrecy, I'm going to take Gabriella with me too...she's starting to mope so I'll take her so she can see Josh.
Oh yeah...Cyrus. Well, I'll give him the weekend off.
I can't wait to see him...the past few weeks have been hard.
--Dale
Wednesday, 9pm
HE called...It's amazing how just hearing the sound of the voice of someone you care about helps put you into a better mood.
I talked to the lawyer today. He's going to try and get the case expedited.
I'll be offering my testimony next Monday. He wanted me to be there Friday but I got him to delay so I could go out of town. I don't know if I could deal with this before going to see Joey. I'm going to need my `Fatone fix' before putting up with that.
Gabriella laughed when I told her about our trip. We went on a small shopping spree to get new clothes. The only thing that concerned me a bit was I was flirting with the guy behind the counter of the Structure store. I couldn't help it, he was a hot Italian guy with a goatee! (Apparently I have a `type' now. Who knew!?)
I can't stay in...I'm going to go dancing.
--Dale
Thursday, 7pm
Okay...I hate men! Some guy at the club last night kept hitting on me! He wouldn't take no for an answer. I told him I had a boyfriend, it didn't phase him. I even threw my drink in his face! He just laughed and tried to force a kiss. Cyrus finally had to intervene when I freaked out. The guy pushed me up against the bar and grabbed my dick through my pants. I flashed onto that damn hotel room and lost it. Thank god I didn't do anything yell for help. Thankfully Cyrus knows the bouncers at the club so he didn't get in trouble when the guy `accidentally' bounced off the wall a few times.
Nothing new really to talk about. I've decided on returning to school, I talked to the University and am having them send me over a catalog.
I'm so excited for tomorrow! Shit, almost forgot.
--Dale
"Hello? Yes, I would like to arrange a limo pickup at the airport tomorrow at 1pm. Two passengers. USAir terminal. I'll be paying by credit card. I need the limo for the entire weekend. We'll be staying at the Sheraton BackBay. Thanks very much."
"Come on Loki...let's go curl up and read."
The ringing of a phone woke me up. I blearily saw the alarm clock said it was about three in the morning.
"Hello?"
"hey sexy man..."
I sat up in bed.... "Chris?"