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The following is a fictious story with no real basis or credibility.It is solely for the enjoyment of the reader. It does not imply anything about the sexual preferences or lifestyle of Justin Timberlake or any other celebrity mentioned in the story.
Chapter 1
Michael Tavarro pulled his jacket up tighter around his neck.The cold november air was freezing on his back. He had been standing outside the ticket center for three long hours. The wind in Chicago ,especially in november was like liquid ice. Who knew that standing in line for tickets would be so boring and the air would be so frigid. It would be the last time he would do anything so hair-brained for his best friend Vicky.Even if it was her 25th birthday present,he didn't even like this band anyway. Who ever heard of a tenessee southern belle loving a goth rock band.Especially with a name like Devil's Biscuit. But she was his best friend, and when she talked about this band, it was as if stars were sparkling in her eyes. Now he would have to endure the torture of listening to them. But hints had been dropped , and Vicky was special, in her own quirky,possessive way.This was the least he could do for her for all she had done for him. She was his only friend here, Michael was out of place.He still couldn't believe that he was here, and had been here for over 5 years. >From the first day when he collided with her in Advanced Writing class, they had clicked. Of course her calling him pencil dick and smacking him for knocking here down hadn't helped. But when she looked into his eyes she saw a kindred spirit.At least thats what she has always said. Now here it was 5 years later and they had been sharing an apartment off campus for 4 years. She was his life line, his confidant and his harshest critic. You see, Michael was a story teller.Most people would say he was a writer, but not Michael. He classed himself as a story teller. And Michael's own life was the cruelest story of all.
Six hours later, Michael was strolling back ,smiling, to their apartment with two tickets carefully hidden in his wallet. In the same wallet that was $150.00 lighter. But then, Michael had reason to be smiling, for Vicky's surprise gift and for his own reasons. Daniel's Mission was on the rise on the best seller's list.He still couldn't fathom it.At 25 he had a best seller, although it was still only number 156 on a list of 200.But it had risen 10 slots in only 2 weeks and his agent was very impressed.Soon if things continued he would have to think about a signing tour.And that scared the hell out of him. Michael didn't deal well with crowds, he was a loner.And his particular talents didn't work well with others. Vicky knew some of it, but not all.She didn't know about the pain and the sorrow of his early life, of the lost he carried with him. She had always known something was different about Michael and she had found out about it only 3 short months ago.
3 months earlier
"Mikey, have you seen Tigger?"Vicky barked at Michael while he was slumped over his laptop.Michael winced at her shrill voice.. "I let him out ten minutes ago, he was scratching at the window.He was distracting me, I am trying to finish this 3rd chapter." Their first floor apartment was street level and the cat always went out the window. "God forbid that you should be interrupted from you silly writing, but he wasn't suppose to go outside"She said. Leave it to Vicky to make him humble about his life's work. "His stitches haven't healed yet from his last encounter with the Andersons calico." That damn cat ,what a brawler.He had been in more scraps than any cat he knew. He will be alright, Michael was about to say when they heard the scream of brakes and a shreik,followed by deadly silence. Vicky looked at the window then turned to Michael, he rose up and was out the apartment door at a flash with Vicky close behind. They were out on the street in seconds and saw their beloved cat laying against the curb motionless. Vicky started crying almost immmediately,getting down on her knees trying to revive Tigger,but the cat wasn't moving.Michael bent down beside her and put his arms around her, trying to comfort her.They had raised this cat for 3 years together,from a 3 week old kitten.He was a part of the family to them. Michael hated death, it was always a part of him, and today it was going to win again. Not if Michael could help it. He let go of Vicky and gently picked up the cat, cradling it in his arms and told Vicky to follow him.Some people had started staring and stopping looking at both of them, Michael knew he had to take this off the street. If Tigger had any chance he had to do it in privacy.He ushered Vicky ahead of him and quickly they were back in their apartment. Vicky was crying openly now as Michael gently laid the cat down on the living room coffee table. "He is dead isn't he?"Vicky wailed. "His little body is crushed and he is almost gone, but there is still a chance." "What?" "I can save him Vicky." "But he is dying,you said so,didn't you?"She said,looking sadly into his eyes. Michael looking at her sad eyes and his heart broke,he loved her so much and hated to see her so helpless. "I can save him,but you may not believe what you see,I don't want you to look at me differently." "Please Mikey, if you can do it,please save him, he is so special to me,please."She pleaded.
Michael, not needing any other answer, bent down onto his knees and put his hands gently but firmly on the cat's head and body. He closed his eyes and concentrated.The feelings ignited in him , he could feel every inch of the cats body ,exploring every where.It was all done in a matter of seconds,everything was healed.Now came the hard part, pulling away from the animal. While he disconnected he would take all the pain and hurt from the animal, while starting its heart and brain again. He pulled it all into himself,feeling the blood beginning to pump again and the heart beating. Michael pushed back and fell back on his ass, the pain coursing through him.This part he hated,it always took its toll on him. The transference of pain gave Michael the animal's pain, although at a reduced level.But it still hurt. Tigger's head jerked up and looked around the room,she started meowing and getting up. Vicky ,who had stared in wonder at the whole process,now looked into Michaels eyes and she started rushing to him.
"Oh my god!Michael!What did you do? I see pain in your eyes. You brought Tigger back to life? How did you do it?" She was starting to babble, Michael got up gently and told her to calm down.She sat back down on the couch just staring at the cat who was now sitting up on the coffee table looking back at her. "I don't know how I can do it , I have been able to do it since I was a child.It started out by accident when I killed a little bird with a sling shot.I felt so bad about it, I just held the bird in my hands and begged it to be alright,and it came back to life. I have been able to do it since then.I have only done it maybe 3 times, and only on animals,never on a human." "Michael , thats amazing, its like a miracle"Vicky said staring at him. "You don't think I am a freak or something? You don't hate me for it?"Michael said not wanting to look into her eyes. Vicky took his hand in her's and said:"You have a wonderful gift Michael, I have always know you were special." "How do you do it?" Michael breathed deeply and began:"I connect with the animal, I feel its body , i explore its mind,body and soul,finding where the injures are and I try to heal them,then I transfer the pain from those injures back into myself,taking the pain away from them and then i restart their organs so they can live again.Don't ask me why i can do it,I don't know." Vicky could see the pain in Michael's eyes had diminished greatly. "SO its painful to you?" "Yes but it doesn't last long" he said. "Thank you Michael,for saving Tigger"Vicky leaned in and kissed his cheek and hugged him to her.Tigger jumped off the coffee table into Michael's lap.Michael scratched him behind his left ear. "Well old boy, thats life #1"said Vicky with a big laugh.Michael looked at her quickly and they both started laughing hysterically. Michael couldn't believe it.She hadn't screamed at him, she hadn't pulled away from him.She didn't hate him. She was the first person who had done that.Everyone else in the past had though him different,a freak,they didn't understand him or they shunned him.
Present
Michael stopped in front of their building, remembering that day,and all the days since.Vicky had remained his friend, had stayed with him and nothing had changed.It was the first real time in his life that he felt safe,felt comfortable. And now he had Vicky's present secured and the party was tonight. He couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she saw the tickets. He walked up the one flight of steps and into their building.Their door was the first one on the right.He entered the apartment to a screaming noise.Vicky was dancing in the kitchen,ironing her clothes while the stereo blared out some god awful screeching. Michael walked up to the stereo and hit the off button. "What did you do that for,pencil dick?" "Because my brain is being fried and I need my sanity for your party tonight."Michael smiled back at her. "Instead of getting your brain fried, you should get your ass laid, that would be better for you,fagboy."Vicky quipped back. Leave it to her to bring that subject up. Michael was gay. He had know since he was 15. Vicky had known since the first week they had know each other. She said she could see it in his eyes. And she had been trying to set him up ever since. But Michael wasn't interested in dating much.He just couldn't seem to let his guard down,let someone in under his tough defenses,which he had taken years for him to build around himself. Vicky knew it and it drove her crazy. When you going to give that away,its getting old ,she always said.
But ever since that evening three months ago,when Michael showed his special ability, Vicky had been thinkng that Michael deserved a special guy to be happy with, and she was going to make sure he found him. She had become his protector, his sister is a kind of way. Michael never talked of his past,his youth, all she knew was he had lived with his grandmother from age 10. He had told her his parents had died when he was young. She believed that someone had hurt him deeply, and that was why he looked so lost in his eyes. He could be having the most terrific time doing something, but she could always see that look in his eyes,deep inside, like something painful was buried deep there. She had tried to talk to him, get him to open up but he always remained silent or changed the subject.She wouldn't pressure him,all she could do was love him and try and protect him until he trusted her enough to open up to her. Or he found someone special to take the pain out of his eyes.
Besides , tonight she had a surprise for him too. "Guess who I found out is in town and I convinced to come to my party tonight?"Vicky beamed. "I don't know,Who? Usher? Is he into fat white chicks now?"Michael asked sarcastically. Her hand found the back of his head just before he could duck. "Don't be a smart ass, pencil dick." "Ow, that hurt,bitch." "Just be glad I didn't aim lower, or you would be walking funny all day"She started laughing. They had always enjoyed this sassy banter, its how they showed their feeling to each other. "Ok.sorry.Who is coming?"Michael asked,massaging his head. "Steven,my adorable twin brother."Vicky grinned. Vicky and Steve were as different as night and day.Steven was a law graduate, just starting his own practice in New York, while Vicky was a free spirit,she worked two jobs just living to pay rent and have fun along the way. But they loved each other unconditionally and always would. Michael envied that, he had been an only child.He had never had the companionship of siblings. "Yep, he's in town on business for his firm and called me this morning.He's even has a present for me." Vicky was a present junky. "Geez, I though we didn't have to give presents this year, thats what I put on the invites" That should get her going. "What, oh my god , you didn't print that did you, you know I love to be pampered"Vicky was getting a desperate look on her face. Michael couldn't help it.He burst out laughing. VIcky charged at him and tackled him to the floor.She started tickling him and they were both laughing their heads off. "OK, I lied"Michael said between gasps for air. "Its not every day I turn 25, I want some things to keep to remember it "Vicky said smirking. "Yeah, ok, whatever,bitch" "Go take a shower fagboy, you smell like a dead gym sock,where have you been all day?" "Oh, you know, selling myself out by the docks, getting my taste of manflesh." "Wow you must be broke having to pay all those guys to sleep with you." "Ouch, that hurt"Michael grabbed at his chest,"I have been mortally wounded" "Go shower now,I want you presentable to my friends and family." Michael got up and walked down the hall to his bedroom.He stripped down to his boxer briefs and headed into the bathroom. He stood in front of the mirror and looked at his reflection.Michael hated his looks. Michael was half spanish,half greek.His skin was an olive color,smooth and firm.He had been working out at the gym 3 times a week since coming to Chicago, and it was now showing.At 5'11"tall, 160 lbs,he was slim but not skinny.His black hair was styled in a wavy look,and he had a hairy chest.He stripped off his briefs and walked into the shower.The warm water felt good after that long day of standing in line.He stayed under the cascading spray for about 15 minutes then towelled off and walked into his bedroom. Standing at his closet he picked out a black satin shirt, khaki dockers and a pair of black loafers.After dressing he walked back into the living room,not before taking the tickets and putting them in a small gift wrapped box,tied with a pink bow. This he deposited into his leather jacket hanging in the hallway. Vicky came out of her bedroom wearing a black and red dress which accented her bosom and shapely figure. "Wow, one hot mama coming through"Michael chimed. "Oh behave,"VIcky admonished. They linked arms and headed out of the apartment not before petting Tigger who was laying on the armrest of the couch. Michael and Vicky walked down the street heading for the Vispacio Restaurante,located at the end of the block.It was their favorite eatery, they had known the owner for years.Vito Vispacio was a good friend.He had reserved the grand dining room for their party. All their friend would be waiting their as well as Vicky's parents and soon her brother.When they got to the restaurant Loren, Vito's daughter hugged Vicky and wished her a happy birthday.They were lead back to the dining room where everyone was waiting.Screams and shouts were echoed as everyone started into the Birthday song.Vicky was beaming and lavishing on the attention she was getting.Michael just stood back and let her be the center of it. It went on for about 20 minutes until Michael was tapped on the shoulder.Turning around he found Vito staring at him. "Ah, so good to see you my young friend.I wanted to show you the new menus, you did a wonderful job"He said in his italian accent. Michael had designed and written all the new menus and he was impressed with the artwork Vito had done for them. "These are excellent, Vito" "All thanks to you, Michael.I owe you so much." "All you owe me is your friendship and thats enough." Vito had a tear in his eye, he was so fond of this young man,ever since the first day he walked into the restaurant and asked about a waiter job,almost 5 years ago.They had become fast friends,more than employer and employee and he was one of the first in line to buy Michael's book when it was published. He though of Michael as the son he never had.Even though he knew Michael didn't think of their relationship the same way. Like everyone else he also saw the pained look in Michael's eyes and he too felt that Michael had been hurt somehow. "Vicky looks so happy, the star attraction"Vito said. "You wouldn't think anyone could do it better than her,did you?"Michael laughed. "No, she is Vicky,there is only one of her." They joined into the group and started chatting and laughing with all the people.Almost an hour later everyone had finally finished a great italian meal and everyone was relaxing and drinking wine. Michael stood up at the main table and begged for everyone's attention. "If everyone could please be silent, would the old birthday girl please come up here and start opening this mountain of gifts. Could someone get her walker for her" Michael ducked as the loaf of bread went flying over his head. "I am not too old to chase you around this room and tickle you."Vicky add good humoredly as she walked up beside him. They spent the next hour opening all the presents,among the ooh's and aah's. Finally it was all done,and the tables were pulled back and a small band started playing some music.People started dancing and everyone seemed relaxed and having fun. Michael pulled Vicky away to the corner and said:"Now its time for my present",letting her see the box he pulled out of his jacket. "Ooh, this I have been waiting for all day." "How about me first?"Came a voice from behind them.Vicky wheeled around and saw her brother standing behind her.She grabbed him into her arms and started laughing and talking to him.Michael shook his hand and gave him a hug. "What took you so long to get here?"She said between the tears. "Sorry, I was dining with a client and we got tied up.I brought him here, hope you guys don't mind."Steven said. "No, not at all, the more the merrier" "Well actually you know him Vicky, our little surprise, remember?He's just in the washroom, he will be right out" Michael looked between the two of them , and they both had smirks on their faces. "ok, whats the surprise.This better not be a setup,you matchmakers."Michael asked, his brow darkening. They both started acting like children,laughing and giggling, and Michael just put his hands up and said he was going to the bar to get them drinks. Michael headed to the bar and said hello to Tony the bartender.They were old friends.And it didn't hurt that Tony was a hot italian stud with the deepest brown eyes. Michael had had a crush on him for a while.But they were good friends,and that would be all it would be. "The usual, Michael?"Tony said smiling. "Thanks, and a beer for Steven,and a banana daquiri for the birthday girl."Michael said setting down his gift to Vicky. Michael grabbed onto the three drinks and started back to where Vicky and Steven were.Michael suddenly realized he had forgotten Vicky's gift on the bar,and swiftly turned around. Thats when he ran smack into someone coming right at him. Glasses went everywhere, and Michael went flying back onto his backside.He hit his head hard on the hardwood flooring and everything went black. When Michael regained consciousness and opened his eyes he was staring into the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen. "You ok,man?"said the young man staring at him, almost like he was staring into him. Michael couldn't believe those eyes, or who they were attached to. It was Justin Timberlake.
End of Chapter 1.
Well, there it is, Chapter 1.Hope you enjoyed it , please feel free to let me know what you think.Future chapters to follow. thanks,Angel.