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--The Lottery Winner Ch 12--
The hours that followed us piling into the cab, were such fun! We went to a couple of clothiers, and I was having fun trying on all the clothes. Chris and Justin were having WAY too much fun picking at my clothes I'd chosen. Chris even said one outfit made my butt stick out! After lobbing my cell phone at his head (he caught it, don't worry!) I went back and chose another outfit.
We finished up at the final store we'd stopped at (a Structure), and had headed back out to the cabstand.
"Damn Dale, I can't believe you spent this much money on clothes!" I looked at his stylish clothes, and couldn't resist.
"Um, hi pot. I'm kettle. So glad to meet you!" He looked at me strangely for a second, then caught the reference and started giggling.
"God Dale, you're warped. We should probably be getting back. If we're late for soundcheck we'll get royally ripped by management."
"Hey Chris, there's a Baskin-Robbins! Let's get some ice cream." Justin headed across the parking lot towards the ice cream, when we heard a shout. Chris and I turned and looked behind us.
"Oh shit."
What we saw was a crowd of about twenty to thirty girls, and they were pointing at Justin. I ran up to a cab and threw the door open. Tossing the bags in, I threw Chris in and hopped in behind him. We directed the driver over to where Justin was still walking, and Chris jumped out and grabbed him.
"Hey!" Chris threw him into the cab and got back in quickly. The cab sped away as the herd of girls got to where Justin was. Justin glared at Chris. "What the fuck was that for?"
Chris didn't even say a word, just pointed behind us. Justin turned around and his face fell as he saw the throng of girls.
"Oh lord. How come I didn't hear them? Usually I'm better about that." He looked almost like he was going to cry. I had to say something to cheer him up.
"Hey Just, sometimes we all have our off days. At least we got you before they could attack." I wiggled an eyebrow at him. "Bet you would have been heartbroken over that." He giggled, and then blushed a couple shades of red. "Are they always like that? It was almost like something off of the Discovery Channel."
Chris started laughing, "Yeah, we're used to it fortunately. Or would that be an unfortunately?" We lapsed into a companionable silence on the way back to the hotel. We directed the cab to the back of the hotel, and ran in before we could be seen by anyone. As we headed up in the elevator, we started making plans for the evening. "Okay Dale, we usually have dinner backstage. We either get a quick bite before or after the `Meet and Greet'. Do you and your moms want to join us? We don't bite.
Well, some of us don't." He looked at me and arched his eyebrow. Now I'm the one blushing.
"Chris, I don't want to get in the way of what you guys are doing. I'll probably just hang out with mom and Deb so I'm not a bother. You guys have a routine and I don't want to be in the way. Hell, I shouldn't even be here I should be back home in Baltimore!" Justin suddenly hit the STOP button, and the elevator careened to a halt.
"Hold it right there!"
Justin walked up to me and grabbed the top of my shirt. Pulling me close, he got right up in my face and started talking.
"You need to quit talking like that. We've all seen how Joey is when you're around, and we know what he's like when you're not. Concentrate on the positive! Do you love him?" I was shocked by the question from him.
"You know I do Justin."
"Then for God's sake don't worry about other people! You and Joey should concentrate on the two of you. None of us object to you being here." Chris cleared his throat, and Justin paled a little. "Okay, one of us is having some issues, but he's going to have to remove his head from his ass and realize that it's for the best this way." Justin then pulled me tightly into a hug. "It's okay to be concerned. All we can do is go day to day and hope that all works out in the end. Never forget that when you get one of us you get us all. You're part of the family now. Which reminds me, we talked about it last night...we want to meet your moms." He broke the hug and smiled at me.
"Um, okay guys. How hard would it be to get 3 people cleared for backstage?" Justin smiled at my question.
"Well, as luck would have it we have some pull with the band. Should be no problem. Chris, do you want to make the call or shall I?" Chris demurred to Justin, but told him that they could just do it the easy way and tell Lance once they got upstairs.
"Oops, that's right." Justin reached over and pulled the `stop' button out.
The elevator resumed it's course up to our floor. I headed down to my room I'm sharing with Joey, eager to put my bags down and spend some time with my man before he turned into the icon of millions. I keyed in, and had to smile at what I found. Joey and Lance were lying on the couch, fast asleep. They were leaning against each other, and looked so cute! Justin and Chris came behind me, and both started "ooh'ing" and "aah'ing" at the site. I went and put my bags down on the bed, and went back to the couch. I gently kissed Joey on the cheek. He stirred and looked at me blearily.
"Baby, how was shopping? He put his hand on my cheek and kissed me. Lance stirred and opened his eyes.
"Damn, sorry. I must have fallen asleep. God, what a boring movie! Hey guys, what's up?" He yelped as Justin plopped down next to him, and Chris sat down on the other side.
"Scoop...how hard would it be to get Dale and his moms backstage tonight?" Lance thought about it for a second, then reached for the phone. Minutes later, we were all added to the guest list for backstage. Lance even got me tickets down in the front row!
Lance looked at his watch, then called out a time check. "Okay guys, we have an hour before we have to leave for soundcheck. From the looks of it Joey and Dale want to spend some time alone, so I vote we go to our own rooms for the next hour then I'll come around and get everyone for the check. Sound good? They all agreed and the guys left. Within seconds, it was just Joey and I.
"Hey you."
"Hey."
He snuggled up to me, and nuzzled the nape of my neck, and began kissing his way up to my lips. He lightly kissed my lips then pulled back and winked at me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. "God Joey, I could be in your arms forever." Kissing him again, I gently pushed my tongue into his mouth, he moaned and sucked lightly on it.
"Oh, almost forgot." I broke away from him and went over to my packages. I came back with a medium box. He smiled and clapped his hands together.
"For me? Oh Dale, you shouldn't have."
"I wanted to. I saw it and knew I just had to get it for you. Go on babe, open it." He grinned and tore the ribbon off the box. Opening it, he let out his breath that he'd been holding.
Inside the box, lying on a bed of roses, was a photo strip of me taken in one of those little photo booths in the mall. The first photo was of just me smiling at the camera, while the next two were photos of me with Chris and Justin. The last photo was just of me, holding up a sign. "Dale loves Joey"
He put the box aside, and took my hand. He pulled me up, and hugged me tight. "Dale, do you want to lie down with me before I go? Please?"
"Of course baby, whatever you want."
We just lay on the bed, snuggling. We must have nodded off, because the next thing I knew someone was shaking me awake. It was Lance. Joey was lying in front of me, with my arm over his chest.
"Dale, I have to take your man for a bit. Sorry."
"It's okay James, just don't lose him anywhere. He's a keeper I think." Joey was fighting getting up, but Lance won out.
"Dale, get some more sleep. We'll send a limo for you and your moms at 5:30, okay?"
I was nodding off, and mumbled my assent. Joey wrapped his arms around me and kissed me lightly. "I'll see you in a few hours sugar." I heard him talking on the phone, but was already spiraling down to sleep.
A few hours later I was woken up by a phone call. "Hey Dale, it's mom. Joey said that we're meeting the guys for dinner and then get to play backstage. You were sleeping? Well come on it's time to get vertical! We'll be up to your room in 15 minutes, enough time to get ready?"
I got in the shower and put on an outfit that I thought was a nice one. I was wearing black Tommy jeans and red and white shirt. Mom and Deb showed up a few minutes later, and we headed downstairs. The limo was right there where the guys said it'd be. We had a grand time on the ride over to the concert arena. Mom and Deb peppered me with questions about Joey. They genuinely liked him, which I found to be so great!
We were stopped at the gate, but when the guard checked the list, he blanched and we were ushered in quickly. We got met by some Production Assistant and given our backstage passes. It was a little after 6, so the Meet and Greet should just be ending. Kathy (the PA) led us over to a room out of the way from the organized chaos going on in preparation for the concert. We heard some squeals, so I figured we were heading the right way.
"Okay Mister Wright, they're right over there." We headed in the direction that she pointed, and walked into the room as the M&G was ending. The guys were smiling at the group of fans, and signing autographs and taking pictures. Joey saw us, and pointed and said something to Chris. Then, Chris bellowed (good old Chris.)
"DALE, my man!!!" He bounded over and gave me a hug. I noticed that several girls were glaring at me. I just smiled and waved at them. "So, which of you is Chris and which is Deb?" The other guys had started heading over to us after Production Assistants led out the fans. I made the obligatory introductions, and within minutes mom and Deb had the guys in stitches. I felt someone nudge me in the back, I turned around and saw my man. He smiled and winked at me. I mouthed "I love you" to him.
"Okay guys, the big question is do we want to eat a big dinner now or wait until after the concert. Are you guys hungry Dale?"
Before I could answer, someone came running in. There was a problem.