Celeb

Celeb. By Jesty Authors notes at end

Screaming. Pain. Blood.

"Who's there?" I stammered as I squinted trying to focus on the blurry figure.

Click. A TV suddenly turned on. I turned to watch.

"Hi, my names Carson Daly and it's a pleasure to be hosting Total Request," it was Carson's voice. That was good to know.

"Total Request," it repeated, "re-re-request.. Request... ques-qu-q-quest..," the TV began to flicker. No time to blink. No time to blink. No time to Blink, "Live!" Carson finished his speech and the TV exploded.

I shielded my eyes, `What's going on?!' I thought.

"Adam... how could you? Adam," I turned again this time facing a decapitated Carson. Blood was shooting out everywhere.

"Carson!?" I cried out and ran up to his living corpse, "Carson! No!"

He collapsed in my arms and I noticed another figure behind him, "You should have never come bet-,"

"Adam!"

I awoke with a violent shake as well as with Carson yelling in my sleep.

"Adam! Are you okay? You were screaming in your sleep, `Blood blood blood,' your freaking me out man," Carson looked at me with a straight face. He was serious.

"I had this dream," I said clutching my hair and gritting my teeth, "It was awful,"

"How bad?" he asked putting his hand on my shoulder.

"I-I don't want to talk about it," I shot a glance over at the clock. 3:28 AM.

"You sure?" he asked looking very worried.

"Yeah," I said looking down and then turning away forcing his hand off me, "I-I ... ugh... Never mind,"

I could feel him staring at me. His eyes sharp, not the usual soft. Piercing into me. He knew something was up. I just didn't want to tell him. It wasn't important. Just a bad dream. Right? Right. I shook it off and closed my eyes trying to get back to sleep. I failed. ---

Six came way to early as I had just begun to fall asleep. Woah. What a night. I turned over and rubbed out my eyes and licked my lips as something began to press on my stomach.

"Not now," I groaned.

I sat up and saw who it was, "Oh. Sorry. When did you get here?"

"Not to long ago. Carson told me about you going to Florida? What about your parents? You've been here way to long already." it was Caryn. Her hair fell short to just below her ears.

"Did you get a hair cut? And I don't even get a nice goodbye? Just a `I hope you know what your doing?' talk?" I said beginning to finally wake.

"Yeah I got it cut yesterday. It's all the rage and supossivley it turns Nick on," she winked at me and I laughed, "And I will miss you, but really. What about your parents?"

"I'll call them in Florida, tell them I'm living in New York permanently. Tell them I met someone," I sighed.

"You look afraid," she said poking my arm, "Your shaking,"

"Don't worry about it," I said, "I need to pack."

She got up and went to pack my suitcase for me without a word. A few moments later she returned and said I needed a new wardrobe. I protested saying we don't have time, but she said there was always time. Grabbing me by the arm I was lunged out onto the streets of New York to get me a , "Phat new look," as Caryn called it. ---

We went to the first store and Caryn got my sizes and began tearing up the racks. She picked out about twenty outfits and payed for it with her MasterCard. I just stood there laughing and staring amazed. She then threw me some clothes to put on and said to hurry.

"Remember, you have a plane to catch!" she smiled as I went to change.

I came out looking like a G. It was rather scary, but I think I looked good. Good enough for me. Then we were off again to the airport and Caryn packed the rest of my stuff in the Taxi. ---

We got out and I looked for Carson. He wasn't there.

"Don't worry, He'll show up," Caryn comforted me through the hours to come.

But Ten finally rolled around and they we're calling for boarding. I sniffed and a tear came to my eye as I went and gave the stewardess my ticket. She showed me to my seat and I slumped down and closed my eyes.

`What if he's hurt? What if he's been mugged? What it..." my mind kept trailing like that until I fell into a deep sleep.

"Totals! Totals! Totals!" a voice called out, booming.

Swish. Something flew by my head. What was it?

"Why did you come between us dammit!?" a female voice and something flew by my head again. Shiny. Sharp.

"Wha-what?" I stuttered.

"Come on! Why did you steal Carson? Why!? You don't love him! Only I do!," it flew by my head again. I saw it this time. A scythe. It was trying to cut off my head!

"Wanna see your boy toy now?!" The voice taunted evilly.

Something fell from above. A body. It landed on me and I tried to push it off, but it was too heavy. The voice cackled at me and I began to cry.

"What's the matter? Wittle baby gonna cwy?" it snorted at me.

Bright light! I squinted and my eyes soon adjusted. Carson's dead body was laying on me. His head was gone. Gone! I looked up and saw her. Dressed in red; Jennifer Love Hewitt.

"Your turn!" she screeched out.

She swung the scythe at my head. I screamed and put my hands in front of my head.

"Sir! Your screaming! Sir! Calm down!" a calm voice tried to talk forcefully.

I looked up and realized I was back in the plane, "sorry" I squeaked out. What was wrong with me!? Why was I having these dreams?! What was going on?! The plane jaunted forward and then back.

"We are now in Orlando, Florida. The current temperature is Ninety degrees Fareighnheight and the skies are clear and blue. Enjoy your stay!" the nasal voice clicked off.

I gathered up my one bag and walked off the plane and into the lobby. I stood there for a moment watching everyone else leave. Friends and Family were there to meet them. No one was there for me. I was all alone. I sat down and watched a little girl reunite with her mom. An adult man reunite with his wife. No one for me.

I got up my courage and walked out of the airport. LOUD! Cars everywhere! Everyone moving! No stopping! It was worse than New York. I hailed a Taxi and told them to take me to the closest Holiday Inn. From there I would get a room and check in with Carson. Well, really, MTV studios.

The ride was so much fun. Oh yes. It was long, boring, and bumpy. The driver smelled and I lost about twenty bucks on the trip. I walked into the hotel and got a room. I ran upstairs and broke into my room, threw down my bags, and ripped up the phone.

I quickly dialed Carson's number and waited for a ring. The operator came on reminding me to dial 1 then the area code, "Dammit!"

I dialed again and this time it rang. Rang. Rang. Rang. Rang. Rang. Click. Answering Machine. I asked Carson where he was and to call me back and I gave him the hotel's number. Room 46. Then I dialed MTV and actually got my job. Interview the Backstreet Boys and to meet them at the Hyatt in Miami. That was nice. I was going to party in the city where the heat was on.

"He he," I laughed out loud at my stupid pun.

But that was all tomorrow. At Five. I think. Any ways, I went downstairs to the bar and got some pretzels and asked them to change the tv to MTV. It was 3:20, Carson would be coming on soon to say what was coming up on TRL. He would be there. I knew he would. Daria broke and the TRL music played and I grabbed the closest napkin and twisted it in my hands.

"Hi...." the voice trailed. It was Dave Holmes.

"Where the hell is Carson?!" I yelled out loud and quickly realized what I said.

Everyone froze and stared at me. I felt the blood rush to my face and I quickly walked back upstairs to my room. I picked up the phone when I entered, again, and dialed Carson, again. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Answering Machine! Dammit! No! I hung up the phone and collapsed on the bed. Where was he?! I called Caryn and told her. She just said I was over reacting. Carson was fine. I didn't believe her.

To pass the time, while waiting for the call that would never come, I picked out what I was going to wear for tomorrow. Carson's clothes. The same blue shirt and jeans from before. I liked them a lot. I loved how they smelled. Grinning, I tried them on and stood in front of the mirror checking myself out. I looked good. Good enough. At least I didn't look like a G. I laughed at the thought and then headed out to the nearest Burger King to grab some dinner.

Time sure flies when your worrying your ass off.

I stood in the line at Burger King for a long while waiting for this stupid person in front of me to pick what they wanted to eat, but when I got up to the register... Wow.. It was the prettiest girl I had seen in a long time. Blond hair. Blue eye. Perfect whit teeth. She looked like one of my child hood friends from Middle School. I glanced at her tag and noticed her name was Brandi.

"Hi, may I take your order!" she asked chipper.

"You wanna go out?" I blurted our sluggishly before noticing what I had said.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing," I said quickly and looked down at the keyboard, "I'll just have a Bi-"

"I'd love too," she said quaintly.

"Really?" I looked up.

"Yeah, I get off in about ten minutes. Wait for me by the door," she smiled big and bright.

"Ok, see you there," I grinned and walked over to the door.

Nothing seemed to cross my mind about what had just happened. I wouldn't say I was cheating on Carson. No. I was just going to dinner with someone. We weren't going to do anything.

The ten minutes passed slowly and she came. We both headed out the door to TGIFriday's and walked in at restaurant "rush hour". We waited for about thirty minutes before we got seated at our booth.

"So," she started slowly, "What gave you the urge to ask me out?"

"I don't know really, maybe just males hormones or something?" I glanced up at her as she began to laugh loudly.

"Did I say something funny?" I smiled.

"Hehe.. Oh.. Your a trip," she laughed out.

The dinner went smoothly until the end. She wanted to see me again, but Carson. Carson. What about Carson? I did like her. Carson wouldn't know. No. That wasn't right.

"I don't know," I said slowly.

"Why?" she asked.

"I sort of.. Have a... uh..." this was excessively hard.

"A girlfriend?" she pondered.

"Well.. More like a... boyfriend," I blushed.

"What? Your gay? Bi?" she didn't seem phased.

"Bi.. I guess... your the first girl I've ever dated," I said still red.

"Oh," she said, "I see. Well maybe we can go do something sometime with your boyfriend? Does he live down here?"

"No, he lives in New York."

"Then why are you down here?" she was digging way too deep.

"I have to interview someone..."

"Who?"

"The.. Backstreet... Boys.." I said slowly and under my breath.

"OH MY GOD!" she screamed, "REALLY? REALLY?!!!"

"Calm down... please?" I begged.

"S-s-s-sorry," she was Canadian. I could tell from her accent, "I just. Wow. Get me autographs? Please?!"

"Ok, I'll try."

"By the way, what's your boyfriend's name?"

"I can't say. It starts with a C though. Let's go." I stood up quickly not leaving her time to think and I drove her home. The whole way she kept pestering me to who it was, but I just told her to forget it. I told her I would bring her the autographs tomorrow and maybe we could bowl or something. She just giggled and kissed my nose.

Carson lay dead on the floor. A wild maniac was chasing after me. I had to hide. No where to run to. No where to hide. No where to go. Brandi? What? The dream shifted. I was in a field. Brandi was there with me. She was wearing a white shirt pulled out over her shorts. I smiled as she grabbed my hand and pulled me close to her. She brought her lips to mine.

I woke up. No! I was all for Carson. Brandi was just a friend I met. Carson was my lover! Not her! I let out a sigh and went back to sleep. I had to stop having these dreams. They were making me psychotic.

I let out a deep sigh, fluffed my pillow, and turned trying to go back to sleep. My hand somehow found it's way to my boxers and had slipped inside as I began to rub my balls. I missed Carson so much, and Brandi was making it worse. I moaned silently to myself and flipped over pulling my soft cock out of the slit in my boxers. I slowly ran my fingers up the shaft of my dick and shivered as the feeling of pure pleasure rushed through my body. My cock began to get hard and I slowly began to pump it speeding up as my dick got harder. Finally, about three minutes later, I had a full fledged hard on and I was jacking my cock uncontrollably fast.

Pictures raced through my mind as I continued my act. Carson and me making out and then me and Brandi at dinner. Carson and I having sex and then me and Brandi in the car. Carson kissing me and then Brandi at her work.

"Ugh!" I yelled out loudly and stopped masturbating, "I can't fucking stand it!"

I sat there and looked over at myself, "Woah," I thought to myself, "Calm down Adam. Common. Calm."

I panted and pulled up my boxers. This was getting way too intense. I had to call Carson first thing in the morning, I had to talk to him. I fell back into my pillow and closed my eyes. This sucked. Way too much.

I awoke right as the alarm went off and picked up the phone of the receiver. I dialed Carson's number and then waited for an answer. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

"Dammit!" I yelled as I threw the phone across the room causing it to break into millions of pieces, "Where the hell are you?!"

I fell down onto the bed again and began to cry. Not just like a whimper, but all out bawling. I wanted Carson! Now! Now! I looked over at the clock again and then preceded to get dressed. I picked up the broken phone pieces and the headed out the door to the Hyatt in which I was to meet the Backstreet Boys. I was gloomy the whole way.

I arrived early, it was about 7, and after showing security my pass I went upstairs to the Boys' floor and knocked on the first door, room 401.

"Yeah, one sec," A deep voice came from within the room.

I remembered just who I was meeting and smiled to myself a bit just as the door opened. Kevin stood in the doorway, eye level to me, his hair un brushed and in a t-shirt and boxers.

"Uh, he-hello," I said squeekly as I had not expected him to look so casual.

"You must be the guy from MTV, you new? Haven't seen you before. Your early. Come in," his voice was so smooth and I followed him into his room.

"Where are the others?" I asked pretending not to look at Kevin changing in the middle of the room.

"Probably asleep still," he pulled of his shirt, "Would you mind turning around?"

I did as I was told.

"Okay you can turn back around now," Kevin said.

I turned around and Kevin was wearing his grey Phat Farm shirt and a pair of jeans, "That was quick," I thought aloud.

He laughed, "It doesn't take long to put on some clothes man. Wait here. I'll get everyone else to come in here."

"Okay," I said and flashed him a smile.

He left the room and I began to look through his stuff, hey I was interested okay? I picked up a pair of his boxers and put them up to my nose and smelled. Oh, he smelled awesome. I rummaged through a bag of his and came across some photographs. They started off okay, Nick, Howie, Brian, Kevin, and AJ shirtless. Nothing too bad. Then as I looked through more photos they became much more explicit. There were pictures of them masturbating and then one of Brian and Nick actually sucking each others cocks. I quickly put down the pictures as I heard someone coming down the hall. It was Brian.

"Hey," he said flashing his sexy smile, "Kevin said we were all gonna meet here for the interview. Is that right?"

"Yeah, unless you wanna meet somewhere else," I smiled back at him.

"No, this is great," he continued to smile.

I looked up into his blue eyes and began to get lost in them. He was so beautiful.

"Hey, weren't you the guy from a couple months ago? On MTV?" Brian asked me.

"Yeah, I love you too," I said stupidly.

"What?" he asked his eyes growing wide.

"I mean, what was the question?" I laughed stupidly and could feel my face beginning to flush.

"Weren't you the guy I ran into? At MTV?" he asked.

That's right! I had forgot! "Yeah! He he, I had forgotten about that," I smiled at him.

"I haven't. Were you okay? I mean you were really depressed,"

"Yeah, I was fine. Just a bit embarrassed," I laughed.

"Of what? Your sex..."

"I heard the word sex!" Nick exclaimed as he walked into the room with the remaining four boys.

"Hey Nick," Brian said happily, "I was just getting to know, Adam, that's right isn't it? A bit more,"

"Yeah that's right," I blushed, "How'd you remember my name?"

"You know mine, so why shouldn't I know yours?"

"I guess so," I said caught in a daze.

"Weren't we here to do an interview? Not flirt?" AJ blurted out causing the other guys to burst out laughing.

"Shut up," Brian looked at his feet and I turned a bright red.

"Okay, so What's your name dude?" Nick asked me moving his hair behind his ear.

"Adam," I said

"How old are you?"

"18,"

"Have you even been in a relationship before?"

"I don't see what this has to do wi.."

"Just answer the question," Nick interrupted rather rudely.

I shifted on the bed, where everyone else was sitting also, "Yes, I'm in one now,"

"See Brian? He's taken," Nick laughed and Brian returned with a mean stare.

"Okay, calm down you two," Kevin said sort of pushing them both over, "Start the interview Adam,"

"Uh, okay, I've never done this before, so just help me when I do something wrong," I stuttered.

"Okay," Kevin said putting his hand on my knee, "First, don't be nervous, we won't bite,"

I glanced up from my clip board and smiled at Kevin, "Well Brian might!" Nick snickered.

"Shut up Nick! That's not cool man!" Kevin yelled forcefully, but not too loud.

I laughed a bit to myself and started the interview. It was actually very dull; I asked all the stupid boring questions and they gave me the same dull answers.

"Do any of you have girlfriends," I asked inconspicuously to see if they were even listened to me.

"Don't you mean boyfriends?" Nick shot a look at Brian and grinned.

"No, I mean girlfriends. G-I-r-l-f.." I said slowly treating Nick as if he was LD.

"Yo, shut up! Just because Brian hit's on you doesn't mean you can treat me like shit!" Nick yelled out frightening me as well as the other guys.

"Why? The way I see it is you treat Brian the same way. Why is that Nick? I thought you were best friends." I asked my questions calmly.

"I'm not going to be friends with a queer," and with that remark he got up and left the room with AJ and Howie chasing after him.

"I'm sorry guys, I didn't know he would act..," I started slowly.

"It's ok. You just wanted to know the truth." Kevin said scratching his elbow, "I'll go calm him down."

Kevin left the room and Brian got up after him and closed the door. My heart jumped to my throat and my stomach was doing flip flops. I was almost scared to be in that room right then. He walked slowly over to the bed and slipped his hand behind my head. He let out a sigh and then looked up at me slowly moving his head closer to mine. Our lips met and we kissed pationatly. He slipped his tongue inside my mouth and was soon on top of me and unbuttoning my pants. He slipped his hands down into my boxers feeling my crotch. His hand was cold, but oh, it felt good to have somebody down there again. I ran my hands up the back of his shirt and grabbed his shoulders. He moaned softly to himself and then jumped a bit as he heard the door open and slam shut.

"Goddamit Brian! What is your problem?!" I looked up at the person my cock exposed.

"Nick," Brian said softly to himself.

"You, get the fuck away from him! Now!" I pulled up my pants and did as Nick said.

"Why Brian?! WHY?!" Nick said shooting glances between me and Brian.

"Nick, why can't you just understand?" Brian began to cry and I was hiding behind the bed.

The sound of feet came down the hall and Nick turned locking the door, "Brian your a fucking fag! What the hell man!"

"I like guys Nick. Why can't you just except that?" Brian wiped his face.

"But, Brian. It was supposed to be you... and... me.." Nick calmed down.

"No, Nick. It wasn't supposed to be just you and me. You have to understand. I don't love you like that. I never did," Brian sighed.

"Brian... your slipping away Brian. What happened to the good times? Before this band thing." Nick was crying now.

"Nick, that's still there. It's just that.."Brian started being cut off by the loud pounding on the door.

Nick turned and unlocked the door. Kevin and AJ ran into the room and Howie just sort of stood in the hallway.

"Everything ok?" AJ asked.

I finally buttoned my pants and stood up, "Maybe I should go,"

"Don't go," Brian and Kevin both said at the same time.

"No, I should go," I walked to the door and waved bye to everyone and to Howie. I headed down the hotel and out to my car. I started it up and sat there for a while just zoning out. Suddenly my passenger door opened and I did a quick jaunt back to reality.

"I'm glad I caught you," the voice huffed, "You left your papers in the room,"

I finally turned, "Brian," I sighed.

He leaned in close to me, "Now," he whispered softly.

I closed my eyes as Brian climbed over the seat and sat on my lap. He kissed me softly on my forehead and then ran his fingers through my short hair.

"I want you so bad," he said breathing hard and forcing his crotch into mine.

I moaned softly and shoved my tongue deep into his throat and pulled off his shirt. He undid my pants again and took out my raging hard cock. He began to jack it slowly and memories from the night before came into my head. I pushed him off of me.

"No," I said sternly.

"What?" he said confused.

"I won't do it. Put your shirt on and get out," I said looking at him harshly.

"But," he stammered.

"GO!" I yelled.

"Won't you come out with us tonight? Please? It was Kevin's idea! I swear. You can ever bring a friend," Brian pleaded while putting on his shirt.

"When?" I said still a bit mad.

"Be here at 7. Ok?"

"Ok fine. Now go, please."

Brian got out of the car and smiled at me as I drove off. I began to cry as I sped down the road and then stopped off at Brandi's. I walked up to her door and rang the bell; I could here her running down the stairs like an elephant or something.

She opened the door, took in a deep breath, and spoke, "Hey Adam. Didja get `em?"

"No," her face dropped like a bag of sand, "I got something better."

"What?"

"How would you like to go dancing? With the Backstreet Boys?" I raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Really?!" she said gulping.

"Yes, Really." I said calmly.

"YES YES YES!!!" she screeched out.

"Then get in the car. Let's get some dinner and then we can meet up with them." I smiled wiping a tear from my eye.

"Have you been crying?"

"No"

"Okay, let's go!"

We headed to my car and drove off.

We ate dinner at a seafood restaurant, even though I don't really like seafood, and then went out to Baskin Robbin's afterward for some ice cream. At about twenty `till seven I started to head to the guys hotel hoping that we wouldn't be late. The whole time, dinner, desert, and the drive, Brandi would not shut up. She kept blabbering on about Nick and how he was Mister hot stuff cutey boy. When she asked my opinion I just stuck out tongue at her and she burst out laughing. It was five to seven when we arrived at the hotel. I flashed my little MTV ID thingie and went up to meet the boys. They were all dressed up and ready to go just as we got off the elevator.

"Hey guys!" Howie said winking.

"Hey," I said waving, "This is my friend Brandi. She's like the only one I know down here."

"You know us," Brain said giving me a sly smile.

I turned away from him, looked at Kevin, and began to whisper, "Did he tell you? About the car?"

"Car? No... Why?" Kevin looked puzzled.

"Never mind," I said holding the elevator door, "Going down!?"

Everyone piled into the elevator, and wouldn't you know it, Brian ended up standing beside me. He grabbed my ass just as the elevator started to descend and I shot him a startled look. He just gave me a goofy smile and licked his lips. I turned to Brandi, "Excited?"

"You bet," she said pointing to Nick who was in front of her.

After the "merry" elevator trip we all pilled into a limo, and by golly, Brian was beside me again. This time Brandi took note of it.

"Do you have a thing for him or what?" she said looking at Brian, "I had always thought you'd be the gay one. Well lay off my friend okay? He's already got a man,"

"Brandi-" I started to try and shut her up.

"It sure didn't seem like that this afternoon." Nick interrupted me.

"What?!" I asked almost yelling forcing myself not to wring his neck.

"Don't you remember in the hotel and in the car?" he asked sarcastically.

"You were spying on us?!" Now it was Brian's turn to yell, "What the hell Nick!"

"Guys, calm down," Kevin said soothingly.

"Yeah, it's cool," AJ spoke up, "You want something to drink?"

"Better not," Howie said, "We're here."

The club was not only packed, but it was hot as hell. I took a seat at the bar and ordered a coke and just sort of sat watching everyone else dance. Thirty minutes after we got there Brian came over, god he never gave up, and asked if I wanted to dance.

"I don't dance," I replied dully.

"Common!" he said pulling my arm trying to drag me out onto the floor.

"I don't dance!" a bit more forceful.

He let go of my arm, "Then let me buy you a drink?"

"You don't give up do you?"

"No."

"Okay fine. One drink. Then promise you'll leave me alone already," I said annoyed.

"Okay," he smiled at me.

He pulled the bar tender aside and ordered something special and then came back, "Right here," the bartender slid the drink our way, "Drink," Brian smiled.

I took a sip of the drink and it burned up through my nose, "Ah! What is this?"

"I dunno," Brian laughed, "Common finish it,"

I drank the rest of the small shot glass and then was out cold. Of course I don't remember what happened next I just recall waking up in an apartment, Brian's I assumed.

"Hey baby," suddenly Brian's face was in mine, "Are you awake now?"

"What the-" I yelped.

"Shhh," Brian whispered kissing me softly on my lips.

I blinked. Time stopped.

"I love you," Brian said licking my ear.

I was really tired. My eyes kept blurring, "Who are you?"

"It's me," Brian replied pulling off my shirt.

"Brian. What did you do to me?" I moaned.

He licked one of my nipples, "I spiked your drink."

"Oh," I said grinning, "That tickles"

"Does it?" Brian raised his brow and moved to my pants. He undid them and took out my cock.

I laughed, "Fuck man. Is that mine?"

"You bet," Brian said licking the head making it jump up.

"Ooh. God," I moaned a bit and threw my head back as Brian took my whole cock into his mouth.

He sucked my throbbing cock very slowly, each time better than the first.

"You like that?" he said concentrating on the shaft now.

I ran my hands through his hair and he took my whole cock into his mouth again this time whipping his tongue over it. He got faster and I began to thrust into him more, fucking his face.

"Woah, calm down," he got off my cock.

"Common... suck it... please," I moaned.

"Be gentle," he giggled to himself.

He took the cock back into his mouth and sucked on it until I blew my load down his throat. I passed out right there on the spot.

"Yo, dude, wake up and get out of my bed." It was later in the night. Brian was gone.

I stood up naked, "Huh? Isn't this Brian's room?"

"No, this is my room," the deep voice said.

"What?" my eyes came clear, "Kevin! Oh my god!"

"Are you okay? You look red," Kevin actually sounded concerned.

"This is your room?! How did I get here? Augh!" I grabbed my head and fell back onto the bed.

"Woah, calm down. It's cool," Kevin caught me before my head his the headboard.

I was so dizzy, "I think.. I think I'm gonna throw up,"

"Man, what happened to you?" Kevin asked handing me a plastic waste basket.

"Brian," I threw up, "Drink," again, "Sex," I wiped my mouth off.

"Oh fuck, what did he do this time?"

"I don't know. I just remember the sex. That's all," I lay back onto a pillow.

"Here, drink this." he handed me water and ran his hand through my hair, "I'll talk to Brian," he kissed my forehead and told me to sleep.

I slept until the next morning and woke up with Kevin beside me. Feeling a bit odd I slipped on my clothes, left my number, and went back to my hotel.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!" I yelled out falling back onto the bed.

How could I let myself do this! But wait! I was drunk! Carson would understand! Carson! I gotta call him! I looked over at the shattered phone and screamed out again. I walked down to the bar and used the pay phone. I dialed his numbers and the phone rang and rang and rang and rang and then someone picked up.

"Hello?!" I yelled into the phone.

"Oh no, Adam." Caryn was on the phone.

"Caryn?! What are you doing here?"

"Adam. There's been an accident."

"What happened? What happened Caryn! Tell me dammit!"

"Calm down. There's been an accident,"

"I know that already!"

"Carson was driving to work. The was a bus. Adam. Carson's in the ER. He's barely alive,"

--- Authors Notes :

Uh this is the third little part. I'm getting good response and more and more people are reading it every day! That's good to know. Hmmm.. What else..Oh! I'm looking for Carson's autograph if anyone happens to have it and wants to sell it or something. Me pay big bucks! Woo! Also tell me if you see any Carson related things in the news or anything.. I'm making a "Carson Book" and need all the stuff I can get. ;p. Hope you guys like this part as much as the others.

--- http://www.carsondaly.com -Carson Daly Info(hehe) http://www.nsync.com - *Nsync Info http://www.backstreetboys.com - Backstreet Boys Info --- E-mail me : moontuxj@hotmail.com AOL IM : CarsonsBoy ICQ # : 10672023 -- Note about story --

Of course this story is COMPLETELY FICTION even though I wish it weren't.., but eh. who cares if it's real or not.. Lol... this is the first part... 1-4... Yesh.. I hope the first part makes sense, cause I didn't proofread it very good.. Hehe... oh well... e-mail me at moontuxj@hotmail.com if you want to get in touch or if you actually liked the story.. Hehe or if you hate it.. E-mail me and tell me why.. Inquiring minds wish to know.. ;p -- Next : common it's obvious people. -- Lastly, after this story is finished I will put up the story in a whole big file, so it will be easier to get.. That's all.. sheesh.. This was too long.. -- Dedicated to Billy (;p) Smith and Lab Ratt for their constant support and crap. Hehe.. =)