Warning: This story contains acts of a sexual nature between
Kevin Richardson and a partially fictional character. In no way
is this story real. The name has been changed of my character. It is not meant to reflect on Kevin, Nick, or Brian of the Backstreet Boys.
If you are under 18, please leave, if homosexual acts offend you, I ask you to leave. Or if it is illegal in your town, state, country, etc. I also ask you to leave. If not, please enjoy my story.
Some other stories about the Backstreet Boys or N'SYNC you might like to read are the following: My Night With Howie D. Brian & Justin, Just Beginning, Angel's Wings, N'SYNC Love, Nick & Brian, Loving BSB, Boy Meets BSB, Nick & Adam, Just-JC, Rob & Lance, Devon & Lance, Brian & Cody, Bad Boy B-Rok, Bangin' B-Rok, Home, The One, Soul Mates, Nick & Justin, N'SYNC Lance & JC, N'SYNC & The Vamps, The JC Chronicles, Beryl Saga, Battle for the Dream Masters, Questions of Faith, Crash with Fame, Getting Reacquainted, Separate Lives, Show Me the Meaning, Don't Wanna Lose, All Grown Up, Escape, Choices, Whispers in the Night, Kevin & Justin, Josh and Just, Southern Couple, Thieves, My Soul Mate JC, and many others.
Send all comments to my new e-mail address at author_nm@yahoo.com
Now just to remind you this story is completely fantasy and it is not meant to be taken for reality. I do not know what the boys are currently doing or where they are so this story will not be based on what they are actually doing in the present.
Since I have depicted both Kevin and Brian as gay, I do hope you know that this is a fantasy, and in no way true. Kevin and Brian are both married. So I just want to wish them all the happiness in the world...they deserve it.
Kevin & Dustin Chapter 50 (The Final Chapter)
By: NM
Doctor Benton entered my hospital room holding my chart. "Good news Dustin," he smiled. My parents stood but remained by my bedside as the doctor took one final glance at the chart before setting it on the edge of my bed. "Your MRI came back fine. As far as we can tell, your fall didn't upset or aggravate your previous head injury."
"That's wonderful news. Thank you Doctor Benton," My father grinned shaking his hand.
"Since Dustin is conscious and his MRI came back fine, I'm going to go ahead and discharge him this afternoon," Doctor Benton reported. "But if you start to get any headaches, dizziness, things of that nature, then I want you to come back, okay?" he explained.
"I will doctor, thank you," I grinned. `I'm leaving the hospital!' I screamed in my mind. I was ready to leave. I've spent too much time in hospitals for my liking.
Doctor Benton picked up my chart. "I'll be back to check on you before you get discharged. Until then, just get some rest." Doctor Benton left the room and continued to make his rounds.
"Dustin, do you need anything?" Andrea questioned hovering over her son.
"Nope, I'm good," I smiled up at her.
"Ok, well your father and I are going to go get something to eat from the diner across the street. We'll be back in about ten minutes or so," She said grabbing her purse from the floor.
"Mom, don't be silly. Why don't you and Dad just eat there?" I asked. "You heard Doctor Benton. I'm fine. Please, just eat there and take a break," I requested.
"I won't be gone more than an hour," Andrea stated.
"Good," I smiled. I pointed at the door and made a shoeing motion at them. "Now go get food and let me get my rest," I laughed. Andrea smiled and left the room.
"Hey Dustin, how ya feelin'?" Alex asked as he entered my private hospital room.
"Alex, I'm doing great!" I exclaimed. "Doctor Benton said I could go home today," I beamed. "They're discharging me this afternoon."
"Dustin, that's wonderful news," Alex smiled and leaned over the bed giving me a light hug.
Someone cleared their throat causing Alex to quickly release his hold on me, and our eyes drifted over to the door. "If this is a bad time..." David trailed off.
"Nah," I waved my hand in the air. "Come on in." David shrugged and walked in and stood on my other side across from Alex. "So, what brings the two of you by?" I asked picking at the lint on the hospital blanket.
"I just wanted to see how you were doing," David explained.
"Me too," Alex agreed. Alex was searching through his pockets. "Plus, I came to sign your casts," Alex smiled as he revealed a package of several markers. "Want one?" Alex offered the open package to David. David grabbed a marker and they both proceeded to sign and draw things on the casts on my left leg and right arm. "Wanna switch now?" Alex asked satisfied with his drawings on my arm.
"Sure," David replied finishing up his sketch on my leg.
There was a knock on the door and it was pushed open revealing the other four members of the Backstreet Boys. "Hey guys," I waved to the group. Howie and Nick were planted firmly between the two cousins. Emotions were running high, and it was obvious there was a large veil of tension in the room. David stepped back from the side of my bed and recapped his marker. "Would you guys like to sign Dustin's casts?" David asked the group holding his marker in front of them.
"I will," Nick replied taking the marker and signing my cast. "Gosh, AJ," Nick laughed. "Did you draw enough stuff on here?" Nick joked.
"No, but I figured I had to save room for you guys," Alex grinned. One by one the other guys all signed my casts except Kevin. He remained sitting in one of the chairs on the wall opposite my bed. He watched silently as all of us laughed and joked around. After about another twenty minutes Alex quieted the group down and ushered them out so I could get some more rest, but promised they would all be back when I was discharged to take me back to the hotel. Kevin followed the group out but shut the door, leaving the two of us in the room alone.
"You're staying?" I asked in surprise.
"Yeah," a small smile crept onto his face then vanished as quickly as it appeared. "Do you want me to leave?"
"No," I answered quickly. "You were just so quiet...I guess I thought you didn't want to be here," I frowned. The blanket was very interesting again as I resumed picking at the lint and throwing it onto the white tiled floor.
"I was being quiet because what I wanted to say is something private," Kevin revealed. He sat on the bed and looked down at me. His hand gripped my own causing me to look up at him. "Something that I wanted you to hear without the others around," He added quietly.
"What did you wanna tell me?"
"That I'm sorry." Kevin whispered. Kevin pulled me into his loving embrace. "Oh, God Dustin...I'm so sorry," Kevin sobbed. He was shaking uncontrollably. My arms enclosed around his quivering body and I tried to sooth and calm him down. After a few minutes, he no longer shook as hard, but was still visibly upset and continued to mumble apologies and beg for my forgiveness. "Can you please forgive me for what I've done?" Kevin pleaded.
I was at a loss for words. This same man not too long ago confessed that he wasn't sure if he was still in love with me. And now, here he is begging and pleading for forgiveness. Part of me wanted to just smile and kiss his tears away and let things get back to normal, but other half of me was holding back. The damage had already been done by both of us. Kevin said before he wasn't sure if he still loved me. Well, maybe I'm not sure if I still want to be with Kevin. It's weird, but coming out of a coma can really alter your perception on your life.
Now I'd be lying if I said this change in my attitude about wanting to get back together with Kevin had nothing to do with the fact that he said he didn't know if he still loved me. But part of me also feels a sense of relief. I was ready to commit the rest of my life to one person. That's a big step. It's not that I don't feel Kevin is the right person. Deep down I know I love him, and I know I'd love to spend the rest of my life with him. The question is, is now the right time to make that commitment?
"D...Dustin, did you hear me?" Kevin asked bringing me out of my deep thoughts.
"I'm sorry," I looked at him. "What did you ask me?"
Kevin looked dismayed that I hadn't been paying attention to him. "Can you forgive me for what I've done? For all the pain I caused you...caused us?" Kevin asked tenderly.
"Hey Dustin, I..." Alex said as he opened the door without knocking. He was caught of guard with Kevin in the room, but quickly recoiled. "What the hell are you doing here?" he hissed at Kevin. He didn't even give Kevin the chance to answer before going off on him. "Haven't you caused Dustin enough heartache? Can you spare him some white he's trying to recover?" Alex raised his voice.
"Alex, its okay," I said stepping into the heated conversation. "We were just talking."
"What were the two of you talking about?" Alex asked.
"None of your damn business, Alex," Kevin shot back.
"Kev, calm down," I said grabbing his shoulder. Kevin took a deep breath and collected himself before apologizing to Alex and explaining to him that he was here to apologize for everything that had happened. He also admitted that had we just talked this out when I told him what had been going on between Brian and me, we could have avoided a lot of unnecessary conflict. After Kevin had finished Doctor Benton came in and released me.
"So, how does it feel to be out of the hospital?" Alex fell onto the couch in his hotel suite.
"It feels great," I said sitting down carefully next to him. "I'm so glad to be out of there." I let out a deep sigh and glanced over at Alex.
"Dustin, don't worry. He still loves you," Alex gently rubbed his hand in circles on my back. "He's just a little confused with everything that's happened, that's all."
"I'm not so sure anymore, Alex," I confided in him. I scooted closer to him and rested my head on his shoulder. Alex wrapped his arm around me. "He really doesn't know if he loves me anymore. I could see it in his eyes." I was starting to get choked up. "Even when he was apologizing, he still wasn't sure. I feel like I can't breathe, Alex," I started crying again.
"Shhh, everything will be okay, Dustin. I promise," Alex tried to reassure me. "He just needs time, you both do."
After about another hour of being consoled by Alex, the tears finally stopped and I sat up, pulling my head off his tear-soaked shirt. "I'm leaving, Alex," I stood up and headed for the door.
"Yeah, maybe you should just go back to your room and get some rest," Alex recommended as he walked me to the door.
"No," I contradicted. "I'm leaving," I emphasized waving my hand in the air in reference to the hotel and the tour.
"Dustin, no," Alex grabbed my arm. "It would just make things worse if you guys don't work things out. And now that he's apol..."
"I'm tired, Alex," I whispered. "I'm tired of trying to make everything right for everyone else. I just need to get things right for me," I pried Alex's hand off my arm and opened the door. "I'm going home, then maybe heading to L.A. with David like I planned."
"Dustin, if you leave it cou-" Alex began.
I quickly interrupted. I knew where he was going with that thought. "Alex, you know how I feel about him. You know that I love him, and all of you guys," I spoke. "But I have to go. I need to figure things out on my own."
"Ok, you've obviously got your mind made up. What's the point in my trying to stop you?" Alex asked sarcastically. He stood from the couch and walked over to the window.
"Look, I'd love to stay and for everything to be fine, but things aren't okay," I tried to explain to his back. "If I stayed, I think things between Kev, Brian, and me would only get worse." I saw understanding creep onto Alex's face. "I don't want to be the cause of such a huge rift between you guys."
"I understand," Alex agreed turning to face me. "But I still wish you could stay. Just for a little bit. I like having you around," Alex said.
"I like it here, too," I nodded my head. "And I love spending time with you guys. I consider all of you my best friends."
"You'll come and see us again, though, won't you?" Alex questioned with a slight hesitation.
I hobbled over to where he leaned up against the windowsill. "Alex, this isn't goodbye," I grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "This is just me going away for awhile, to think things out and then go back to school," I explained. "Of course I want to see you guys again," I smiled. "You're all stuck with me for a long time."
"I wouldn't have it any other way," Alex whispered. Alex wrapped his arms around me, hugging me close. He placed a small kiss on my forehead. "Call me, whenever you need someone to talk to, okay?" Alex offered.
"I will, I promise."
"I guess you should go and start packing," Alex sighed.
"Yeah, I probably should," I stepped out of Alex's embrace and walked to the door. I opened it and stood in the hallway and stopped, my hand keeping the door partially open to where I could still look in the room. "Thank you for everything, Alex," I turned to face him.
"You're welcome bro," Alex responded. I shut the door and proceeded down the hallway to my room. I had David move my things to another room on the floor to make things less difficult for Kevin and me.
Inside, David was sitting on the couch flipping through the channels. "Anything good on?" I asked as I sat down next to him.
"Not really," David sighed turning off the television casting the room into blackness. I could vaguely see him in the moonlight that was allowed in through the drapes.
"When do you have to be back in L.A.?" I asked him.
"A few days. Why?" I could feel the couch shift under David's weight. He had turned to face me.
I sighed. "I want to come with you."
"Are you sure?" David questioned. "I mean, don't you want to fix things with Kevin?" He asked sincerely.
"I think it would just be best if I left. We...I need time away," I explained. "If I'll be in the way..."I started to trail off.
David placed his finger under my chin and lifted it up. I could see his face more clearly in the darkness now that my eyes had adjusted. Even in darkness his features were striking. "I'd love to have you with me," David whispered.
"Can I tell you something I didn't tell Kevin?" I asked.
"Of course."
"I applied to ULCA, and I was accepted," I whispered. David nodded, and motioned for me to continue. "I turned them down...turned a scholarship down so I could go to school in Florida. I think I'm gonna see if UCLA will still let me go."
"Dustin, that would be great," Excitement was pouring off David's every word as he spoke. "I'd love to have you there. You could even stay with me, and qualify for in-state status on tuition and stuff," David suggested.
"Maybe, but I think I should probably just stick to a dorm for the first year. Learn to live on my own," I reasoned to him.
"If that's what you want," David relented. "But if you change your mind, I want you to know you'll always be welcome at my home," David offered.
"Thank you, David," I smiled. "That's very kind."
"I'll call my travel agent first thing in the morning and book you a ticket on my flight back," David said getting up from the couch.
"Thank you," I stood as well and stretched. "I think I'm gonna head onto bed," I said releasing a yawn.
"Me too," David said heading for the door. "Good night, Dustin."
"Good night," I said as he left my room. I stripped out of my clothes and made my way to the bed without turning on the light again. I crawled underneath the covers and closed my eyes and fell asleep.
"Ok," David said hanging up the phone, "We're all set. Tomorrow we fly out of here at 11:30," David said. "So, we should probably leave here by 9:00 or 9:30 at the latest," he suggested.
"Sounds good," I yelled from the bathroom.
"When are your parents leaving?" David asked from inside the living area of the hotel room.
I stuck my head into the main room and glanced at the clock. "They should be leaving the hotel in a few minutes," I answered before sticking my toothbrush back into my mouth.
"Are you going to go with them to the airport?" David was now standing in the doorway of the bathroom so we wouldn't have to keep yelling our answers to each other.
I nodded my head and spit out the toothpaste and rinsed my mouth out. "I wanna go with them," I said turning off the light and ushering David back into the room.
"If you like, I could drive you all to the airport in my rental car, then you and I can head back or do stuff in the city since the guys are preparing for their last concert here tonight," David suggested as he sat down on the couch.
"I'd like to, but I need to talk to Kevin about things," I replied. "Especially if I'm going to be leaving tomorrow," I added.
David nodded. "I understand." He sat down over on the sofa and looked up at me. "Do you wanna grab something to eat as we leave the airport?" He asked.
"Yeah," I nodded in agreement, "That sounds good."
A knock on the door interrupted us. I trudged over to the door and pulled it open revealing my parents on the other side. "We're heading for the airport now," My dad explained.
"Are you coming with us, Dustin?" Andrea questioned.
"Sure am," I nodded slipping my shoe on. "Is it ok if David drives us?" I hobbled back over to the table and grabbed my wallet and put my watch on.
"That's fine," my dad answered. "Dustin, didn't Doctor Benton tell you to use the crutches?" My dad questioned.
"But Dad, I..."
"No buts Dustin," he interjected. "If you want to get better, you have to do what the doctor tells you." Grudgingly I grabbed the crutches and used them. In truth, I did get around easier with them. I just hated having to rely on something to help me walk.
David stood and grabbed the car keys off the counter and walked toward the door. He shut the door behind me and we left the hotel on our way to the airport.
"Thanks again for lunch," I let out a small yawn as I sank into the couch in my hotel room, David not far behind me.
"My pleasure," he sighed as he sat down next to me.
"What time is it?" Another yawn escaped my mouth.
David moved his wrist and glanced down at his watch. "4:15," he answered.
I let out a deep sigh and sat up placing my head in my hands. I rose from the couch and headed for the door. "I guess I'll go talk to Kevin."
"Do you want me to come along? For support?" David offered.
"No," I declined. "I really should do this on my own."
"I'm gonna go on back to my room if you wanna talk later," David offered.
"Thanks," I replied. I opened the door and headed down to Kevin's room.
I passed Mike and he nodded to me as a greeting. "Good luck, kid." I heard him whisper as he passed by.
I stood in front of the door to his room for what seemed like hours. Glancing down at my watch I realized that only a few minutes had actually passed. Gathering all the courage I had, I knocked on the door. I heard some shuffling on the other side and then the lock being released and the door slowly opened. "Dustin," Kevin said in shock. "What are you doing here?" He blinked his eyes several times. His hair was sticking up every which direction. There were large dark circles under his eyes. He'd obviously been having trouble sleeping.
"I came to talk to you," I answered with a small smile. Kevin did nothing except continue to stand there and stare at me. "Kev, can I come in?"
Kevin whipped back to reality. "Ohh...yeah, sorry about that," he apologized stepping aside and allowing me to enter our old room.
"Would you like something to drink?" He offered as he shut the door behind me and ushered me toward the couch.
"No, thanks," I shook my head. "I'm fine."
"Ok," Kevin sat down next to me. "So, what did you wanna talk to me about?" Kevin questioned.
"Kevin, there's something I need to tell you, but I don't think you're gonna like it," I looked at him in the eyes. I could already see the wheels turning in his mind as he was trying to determine what I was going to tell him. "It's probably something I should have told you sooner, but I didn't," I explained.
"You're not going to be with Brian, are you?" Kevin winced as he said the name of his cousin.
"Kev," I sighed and scooted as close to him as possible. "No, I'm not gonna be with Brian," I added. My right arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him to me. He laid his head on my shoulder as he let out a breath he'd been holding as he waited for my answer. This is the first real physical contact between the two of us since I explained to him what had happened between Brian and me aside from a few brief moments in the hospital the other day. It felt so good to feel his body against mine. Kevin turned and laid on his back pulling me down with him. My head fell onto his chest, but I shifted my body and placed my head on his shoulder, nuzzling his neck. We laid there together not moving, not speaking. Time had paused for us. I was thinking back on everything that had happened the past few weeks, and I'm sure Kevin was doing the same. Ever so delicately, Kevin wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me close to his body. I could feel his heart beating against my chest as if it were my own.
Kevin parted his lips. "I've missed you, D." His gentle voice pierced the air. He was lightly running his left hand along the small of my back, while he moved his right hand to caress my face.
"I've missed you too," I whispered.
We continued to lay entwined around each other for several minutes until Kevin broke the silence. "So, what is it you have to tell me that I'm not gonna like?" Kevin asked breaking the silence that had formed between us.
I was still in a daze and didn't hear him ask the question. "I asked, what you were gonna tell me that I wont like," He repeated himself for me.
"Oh, that," I sighed. I sat up, causing Kevin to sit up with me as he looked at me curiously.
"Kevin, I've come to a decision," I looked at him. "I've decided that I need to leave," I told him the truth.
"But you've only been here about an hour, and there's still so much more we..." His statement trailed off as he looked at me. He realized that I didn't mean leave his room. He understood that I meant leave the tour. His face registered several different emotions. First it was confusion, then realization, followed by sorrow, resentment, pain, and finally demand. "Why?" The question came out even more hateful then he probably intended.
"I just need some time away," I explained. "To figure things out."
"What do you need to figure out that you can't here?" Kevin raised the question. "Don't you want to stay here, with me?"
"Kevin, of course I want to be with you," I spoke.
"Then stay," Kevin beseeched. "We can work through this together," He had grasped my hand and was clutching it lightly, but firm.
"It's not that easy, Kev," I whispered. "So much stuff has happened. I just need some time for me right now," I struggled to explain.
Kevin still wasn't satisfied with my answer. "Dustin, after all we've been through together, you just wanna walk away?" Kevin asked. "Well, I'm not gonna let you," He pulled me close to him and started crying on my shoulder. Out of instinct, I wrapped my arms around him and held him close to me.
"Kev, I've already made up my mind. I'm leaving tomorrow," I revealed.
Kevin pulled his head from my neck; tears flowed from his eyes as he looked up at me in sadness. "Tomorrow?" His lip quivered. "That's not enough time," He complained. "Dustin, please...don't leave me like this," He pleaded. He grabbed my face and stared straight into my eyes. "I love you," He whispered.
"I love you, too," I replied just as quiet as him.
Kevin just couldn't seem to process everything that was happening. "If you love me, then why are you leaving me?" He asked.
"Kevin...I...Listen to me," I said grabbing his attention. "I do love you," I stated strongly. "I've loved you for a long time, and I always will love you." Kevin nodded as he listened to what I was saying. "Our relationship isn't ending, I promise. I need a break...a chance to find out about me," I tried to make him understand. "I promise you that we will be together again," I cupped him in my hands and pulled him close to me. I kissed Kevin gently and felt him return the kiss deeply. Kevin dropped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I ran my hands over Kevin's back as Kevin kept our kiss moving. Kevin's tongue arched its way into my mouth and I gladly parted my lips accepting it. Our tongues ran over each other and continued to massage each other as our hands roamed over each other's bodies. I pulled back from Kevin, withdrawing my tongue from his mouth. Kevin let me sit up, and I stood and moved toward the door. Kevin said nothing. He remained silent as I left his room and walked down the empty hallway to my own room for the evening.
Once I got back to my room, I finished packing the last of my things. Our plane was leaving early and I was getting very tired so I finished packing quickly before collapsing onto the bed and falling asleep.
The piercing ring of the phone woke me from my slumber. "Hello," I yawned into the receiver.
"Hey Dustin, you awake?" David asked cheerfully.
"I am now," I replied rubbing my eyes and shaking my head to wake up.
"Well, we've got about an hour before we need to leave?" David spoke from the other end.
"Okay," I replied lowly.
"Are you having second thoughts about leaving?" David asked in concern.
I took a minute to think about what he had just asked. Of course I was having second thoughts. I didn't want to leave Kevin, or the tour. I had a remarkable opportunity to see parts of the world I've only read about. "Of course I'm having second thoughts," I revealed. "I love Kevin, and the guys. I love being here and spending time with them," I answered.
"I see," David said with a hint of pain in his voice.
"But, I'm still planning on being on that plane with you," I replied.
It was as if I could hear David smiling over the phone line. "Ok, just be ready in an hour," David quickly said.
"I will. Bye," I said hanging up the phone. I quickly took a shower and cleaned up and dressed. I gathered all my things together and checked the clock. `Still have thirty minutes,' I told myself. I was just about to pick up the phone when there was a knock at the door. With a sigh I placed the phone back down on the cradle and walked over to the door and opened it.
"SURPRISE!" They all screamed except one. I was taken back by the gesture, but quickly ushered the five of them in.
"What are you guys doing here?" I asked as Nick wheeled in a cart.
"Since its your last day, we put together a quick going away party," Howie explained. "Yeah, with a complete, wholesome breakfast on your day of travels," Nick interjected.
"Awww, guys, you didn't have to do all this," I smiled at their thoughtful gesture.
We all took seats around the room as we ate breakfast while reminiscing about times we spent together and laughing some of Alex and Nick's crazy antics. It seemed to end all to soon though as the bellhop arrived taking my luggage down to the lobby. The airport shuttle would be here shortly, and I would soon be leaving. The bellhop left leaving my backpack and laptop at my request to carry those myself. One by one all the guys gave me warm, loving hugs wishing me a safe journey and praying that I come back.
Alex was the last of the guys, with the exception of Kevin, to give me a hug. "You call me when you land in L.A. so I know you got there safely, ya here?" Alex joked while trying to cover up his wet eyes.
"I promise," I whispered into his ear before ending our hug. Alex followed the rest of the guys out. I noticed him nod at Kevin before he shut the door.
"He's ready," his deep voice said from behind me.
"Thank you," I answered without turning to face him.
With one last look around the hotel room, I looked and made sure I had everything. I grabbed my backpack, slinging it over my shoulder and carried my laptop in my hands.
"Please don't go," the voice cracked as he gently placed his hand upon my shoulder.
"I have to...I need to," I finally turned to look him in his eyes. The tears were streaming down his face. His black hair was going in every direction. He'd had a rough night; there was no denying that.
"Kev, we talked about this...it's for the best." Gently I lifted my hand and cupped his face. I stepped closer to him dropping my bags and wrapped my other hand around his waist.
"But, you could stay...things could get better," Kevin pleaded. He had wrapped his hands around me and was holding me in his firm grasp.
"We both know that's not true," I said. Now, tears had started to run down my face as well. This was hurting us both deeply.
"I love you," Kevin whispered.
"I love you." I whispered to him, just as soft.
Closing his eyes, Kevin slowly leaned towards me. I shut my eyes and felt his soft, moist lips connect with my own. He parted my lips with his tongue and explored my mouth for the final time.
After a moment I stopped our kiss and pulled myself from his grasp. No words were exchanged. I turned around and slung my backpack over my shoulder and grabbed my laptop case and started walking to the door. The squeak of the door hinge penetrated the room, breaking the silence.
"You're still my boy," Kevin turned to face me as I was leaving.
I stopped. Paused, and craned my neck to look in his direction.
"Always."
THE END
Yes, it's true. I hate to say it, but this is the end of Kevin and Dustin. However, just because this story is ending doesn't mean it's the end for these two. I've already got the first chapter outlined for the Kevin and Dustin sequel, but as of yet it is untitled. Does anyone have any suggestions?
First, I just wanna thank everyone for reading my story, especially when it took forever between some chapters. Special thanks to David of Nifty for being an awesome person and cool guy for us authors to talk to.
Thanks to CJ for helping me start this story way back and for being a kick ass friend. Thanks to JM for being an inspiration with his stories Brian and Justin, Just Beginning, and Angel's Wings. JM, you're an excellent author, songwriter, and friend. Thanks for everything!
My other story Two Different Worlds is posted on my website.
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Also, Kevin and Dustin is posted there. I will post the sequel on both my site and on Nifty just as I have done with this story, but other stories will be put only on my website.
I'll see you all soon, with the sequel.
Take care everyone!