Title: Misleading Misconceptions Author: Adam
Disclaimer: I do not know the sexual orientation of NSYNC or BSB but this is not meant to reflect on there true status. This is a pure work of fiction and nothing more. No profit is been made; it is being written out of enjoyment.
Authors Notes: Hey everyone...I am really making a go at this one. I have the second chapter underway as I write! The pairings will confused you maybe, but they confuse me too so don't feel bad.
Any feedback: adam_brittboy@yahoo.co.uk
If you want to read some other great stories, I suggest... My Surprise Romance, Justin's Dark Angel, Forever, Nick and Justin, Search and Rescue, My New Life, Xtreme NSYNC, Studio in the Country, My Night with Howie-D, Brian and Me, Two out of Five, Home, Nsync and the Vamps...and many more...
And Now...
I loved spending time at the beach house. It was somewhere I could be alone. Totally alone. I made sure upon first getting my home on the beach I would have no distractions. No phone's, no TV, and no other person in sight.
Might sound boring, but to me it was perfect. I had my books my laptop, which did have Internet capabilities, though I rarely used it.
This is my story, and this may be generic but you need to know who I am, how I can afford a beach house and, what I look like.
My name is Casper Valmont, son of Alex Valmont the new owner of Jive Records (If 79% worth of shares constitutes owner) and Chairperson of the entire company. This may sound good to a regular person, but to someone who has spent their life surrounded by people...people that want you for what you have over who you are, it is not a good thing.
Besides the fact I sound like, and am a spoiled, indulged guy, who resents their upbringing, I hate boybands. Something about them gets to me. With one group starting up, and about three more sprouting up weeks later.
Egh! I hate them. They strut around with their `new-money' thinking they're better than everyone else.
Though deep down they know they have a shelf life which will quickly expire. As soon as their pretty boy faces lose some of that boyish charm they'll be nothing.
Have you realised yet that I have a lot of English in me? Doesn't the stiff upper lip and snobby attitude give it away? Well I am. My mother was English...and when I say English I mean cream of the crop `Park-Lane' English.
My mother was the only person in my life I have ever being able to talk to. A gentlewoman who died at an age too young, for a boy to be left without a mother. Dad told me how she died, the same way both my mother's parents had died. A disease so far without a cure, that had passed from generation to generation. Yes, I have the disease, but I'm not in danger of dying... at least not yet. My mother found out she had it at 14, and died at 41, so you see what I mean?
I'm 23 and have a red brown hair; attempted to be styled similar to Angel's off Buffy, but turns out more Xander. Sad but true.
The beach house was from my father. It's a gift, but not a gift....confused now aren't yah?
What I mean to say is he got me the house as a gift, but it's more of a sweetener. I've already told you I loathe boybands...maybe not the boys in them, but the bands.
You see...my father's having this big meeting with his two biggest clients of the American-Jive company this week, and he wants me involved. Shudder He wants me involved because he will be spending much of his time in England over the next few months, handling the stuck up bands from that side of the world. You just can't escape!
I've decided to help him, I'll even smile whilst I'm their. A big feet for me as you can imagine, but if one of them says one thing, ONE tiny thing about how unhappy they are, or how badly they're being treated I can't be held responsible for my actions.
Now I'll stop moaning, as I'm sure you're on edge wanting to know what I look like, right? Well as I've already said I have brownie red sort of hair, and blue eyes. I'm quite pale, not too tall at 5'11.
A gentleman never goes into detail about themselves I've been told, but whoever said I was a gentleman? I'm quit slim, and yes, I have muscle. I have no job, nothing to do with my time so what do you think I'm doing? NO, not that, to all those dirty minded of you. I work out...though considering how much time I put into it you would expect me to have more definition by now.
My beach house is situated on a private beach, and is the only house there. It's all windows at the side facing the ocean, with a large pine-floored balcony. The sides of the house facing either side of the beach have mostly large windows as well. Which leaves only the entrance side of the house, (the side you face when first entering the house) with only a few small windows.
It seems nice, and it is. Upstairs though...it's upstairs that will really make you go `wow'.
The rooms throughout the house are all sparsely decorated, which is the way I like it. Each room in bland, beige's, browns, and creams. The upstairs matches this; a few rugs scattered around giving the place a warm, cosy feeling.
If you go upstairs, and then up into the attic it will amaze you. It's shaped oddly. Not too big, with room enough only for a bed, desk, a few chairs, and one of those couches that you just sink into.
The room was elevated in such a way that the bed almost tilted, allowing me to see out into the ocean and starry night through the large, lightly tinted windows. This combined with the way the roof was also a large window gave an eerie effect when sleeping.
I have to admit having a feeling, not uncomfortable...but a little weary. Like someone is watching me. I'm just paranoid like that.
Well, I'm done now. Tired of me yet...well, you will be by the end of this dark tale muhahahaha!
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I came to America for the sun, the opportunity, the life! Well, honestly I came because my father asked me to, and when it looked, as though I was gonna say no he used the guilt look on me.
You all know the look.
Anyway, I would much prefer to be back home in England. Maybe because I felt comfortable their, safer. I really, don't know.
All I do know is that coming from a usually cloudy, dismal country which I like, to a country that I was expecting lots of sun and end up getting STORMS is not my idea of a fair trade off.
You all read how beautiful the beach house is right? Well, let me tell you how beautiful it is NOT when you are someone who is absolutely terrified of thunder and lightning and the house your in is almost totally open to anything happening outside.
No, I am not happy on the day I need to at least have some patience.
Yup, that day has come.
I've put on my `charm' face, though some may joke, by asking, "What face is that?"
I'm late to the meeting and as I approached the doors I remember hearing all the voices, high and low coming through the surprisingly thick doors.
As predicted all eyes turned to me when I entered the cool room. A mix of irritation, annoyance, impatience, arrogance and boredom met me head on.
//Gee// I thought. //I can feel the love in this room//
"Well," A deep, powerful voice rang out, drawing all attention. "...Shall we get started?"
I sat down in the chair opposite my father, with 5 men at either side of the table between us. Almost all of them kept glancing back at me as if to ask who the hell I was.
"I've never seen such a bunch of airheads in my life." I muttered under my breath, drawing the closest guys attention.
//Damn, did I say that out loud?//
I sighed and lowered my head, blocking out most of what went on for over twenty minutes until I was brought out of my thoughts by a deep, penetrating voice.
"Casper!"
It was my father, and he was talking to me...whoops. I could almost here my grandmother from when I was a kid saying "Pay attention, Casper!" She always liked to let me know she'd caught me daydreaming.
"Yeah?" I spoke, a few of the guys raising some eyebrows at my clear, crisp English accent nothing like that of my fathers.
"I asked if it would be alright?" My eye's showed the confusion I was feeling at his question.
//Would what be alright?// I thought with dread.
"If one or two of the guys came over to the beach house for a day or two." He answered for me before I could ask. "Just until we have everything ready here. I thought it would be nice for you to get to know each other. You will be taking over from me today."
"WHAT?!" I yelled, not meaning to shout. "I most certainly am not!"
//When did this come into it? I knew I may be looking after them...organising a few meetings but sharing my house? Babysitting the spoiled, useless layabouts 24-7. No way.//
"Hey man, we're not diseased you know!" The pierced guy, who I later found out was named AJ, said.
Although I knew what he said was meant in good humour it still struck at me, deep down inside. My mother had died of a disease, one they were unable to diagnose and so people stayed away from her. Treated her like an outcast.
"I'm sorry son, but I have things that require my attention back in England." My father argued.
"Can't they get a hotel somewhere?" I snapped, not bothering to look at any of the guys.
"Maybe we don't wanna bunk with him!" Nick chimed in, the argument between me and them slowly beginning to build.
"Yeah." Joey agreed his voice annoying pleasant. "He obviously doesn't want us there."
//Does he have to be so nice about it?!"
"Well that is where you're staying. Understood?" Valmont senior snapped this time, speaking as if to everyone, but his gaze locked on mine.
"Yes dad." I smiled sweetly in that way he knew I was gonna get back at him.
I am very good at reading people if I haven't already said. I could already pick something up between Joey and Nick...something, different, but I couldn't be sure.
"Well let's go then. You'll have to share two or three to a room, but I'm sure you're used to that!" I said this whilst walking out of the room. I know I sounded childish, but all I wanted was to be left alone. I had my reasons and that's all I needed.
I heard one of them though...Justin I think it was say something clever. What did I tell you? One comment was all it would take.
I stopped dead in my tracks and did a 180.
"What was that?!"
He opened his mouth to answer but I cut him off. "No, don't bother. You listen to me airhead. I am not spending my time looking after overpaid, talent-less fuck-ups, understood? Now, you're coming to my house, spending the night and then you're gonna go find a nice hotel to spend your time."
I did feel bad. Not for Justin, or Chris, or Brian. All of who seemed to be in it together, but for Lance, Howie, JC, and even Kevin who all seemed hurt I felt bad. I would have to apologise before they left. Joey and Nick seemed to be too into themselves to care really. AJ didn't seem to feel anything either way. He had a thoughtful look on his face.
//Oh no.// I though in despair. //He's got that...'I want to help you' look. Note to self, Casper. Stay away from AJ.//
I didn't wait for anything else to be said, before heading off to where I'd parked my car. A frosty-blue coloured Jeep.
Kevin, Lance and Howie got into my car, as I tapped my fingers across the dashboard.
I think the guys were a little shocked when I pressed my foot down on the accelerator, pushing the guys back in their seats with the force.
"Eh...Casper..." Kevin tried to start up some conversation but stopped at the dead look in my eyes. I didn't want to talk. Or even be near them and he knew it, lowering his head in shame.
//What do I look like? Someone who's gonna fall for those green eyes? If he's gonna try anything he may as well do something more than give me the puppy eyes, the shy act and the caring façade. Does he have to act all hurt though...I hate that. Look at him. That pouty lip, that soft lock of hair falling into his eyes. Stop looking Casper, he's in a boyband, looks without the brains remember?//
"You seem upset about something, Caspe." It was Lance this time.
//Are they taking turns or something?//
Usually I wouldn't stay quiet when someone tried to nickname me. Only my mother called me Caspe. Something about Lance though...something warm that made me feel good. He was using his green eyes too, much better than Kevin I might add. Though he didn't have the hair...but they could both contend with the lips.
"Yeah, man." Howie spoke this time.
//Wow....brown eyes...I am such a sucker for brown eyes. His lip wins in the poutyness competition too!//
I struggled to take my mind off stripping all three of them down, confining them in leather and making them my play things, but it was hard...in both sense's.
//What the hell am I doing? Checking all of them out. They were, in my eyes the most attractive of all ten guys...each unique in their own way. The three of them unbelievably attractive and, from what I could tell at least one of them was gay. I'm not gonna tell though...that'd spoil it.//
Well to make a long story short the rest of the ride was in silence. The storm was still going strong when we got there and I quickly rushed inside. No doubt them noticing me ducking as the lightening crashed around us.
Yes...living right near the sea where the storm would be worst...I see the irony.
Once inside I flipped on the lights. The usual `wow, and this place is so...' came from the guys, and repeated when the rest of them arrived. I turned on the fire...electric of course...it's America, you expect a real fire?
My living room was situated near the balcony, almost completely surrounded by windows. It was strange being in a warm, comfortable room kept that way by a mere, thin sheet of glass.
Nick and Joey seemed to be very comfortable snuggled into one of my plump, soft one-seater chairs. Justin, Chris and Brian seemed to be plotting something together on the sofa. Howie was sat with his legs crossed on the plush rug near one of the coffee tables scattered about the room. Howie, Lance and Kevin were all seated on my other three-piece sofa, leaving a convenient place for me, right in between Lance and Kevin. Howie looked a little put out, but smiled at me when I looked towards him.
I sat down a chair away from them all. I was a lot calmer now than I was earlier. I felt bad for how I acted, and how mean I was to them. The English in me however was keeping me from apologising. I wouldn't give Justin the satisfaction.
The guys were all talking amongst themselves. Justin looking over at me now and again, not holding back the fact he was talking about me.
I tried to stop myself but couldn't. The thunder rumbled loudly this time, and the lightning struck several times causing my body to shake and tremble.
"Oh, something wrong their Casper? Not afraid of a little storm are ya?" Brian, for the first time spoke up, obviously trying to get some kind of rise out of me.
"Yeah," Justin started, about to back Brian up. "You seemed tough enough earlier. Can't handle a little thunder and lightning?" He snickered.
"Of course I can!" I scowled. I knew I shouldn't encourage them, but I knew I was being dragged into something that would end up bad.
"Well, if you're not afraid, how about we take a quick run on the beach?"
"Come on Justin. It's freezing out there!" Lance spoke up.
"What? He can't wear a coat?" Justin asked, continuing to speak over me as if I wasn't there.
"Just leave it Justin." JC grumbled. I think JC was sick of the petty arguments from Justin and I, though this had undoubtedly happened before if the look on JC's face was anything to go by.
"Will you guys cool off. I was just trying to find out if our cordial host is as brave as he is outside in the cold, dark storm as he is with his mouth."
"Will you stop speaking as if I'm not even here? I'll go out if it'll shut `little-boy-blue' up!"
"Fine, let's go."
"You're coming?" I asked, suspiciously.
"Gotta make sure you actually go out, don't I?"
I didn't answer him and just headed for the door.
"Caspe, you need a coat." Lance yelled, the concern evident in his voice.
"It's okay, Lance. I'll be fine."
This seemed so stupid. //Why the hell am I trying to prove myself to Justin Timberlake? Or to any of them. I hate boybands.//
//I can't let Lance see I'm afraid though. Or Howie....or Kevin.// Another voice argued.
I shook my head and headed out into the storm. I walked calmly, breathing deep as I moved further away from the house. I turned and started walking backwards, keeping my eyes locked with Lance's, then over to Howie's, then to Kevin's.
They all looked so concerned and I just thanked god it was raining so they couldn't see the tears rolling down my face.
Justin was ahead of me, enjoying himself as he ran further out onto the beach.
A loud crash of thunder went off around me, and I looked up in horror, watching the lightning cascade down. I was still walking backwards, the fear so great I didn't notice the water level rising around my feet as I walked back into the rough ocean.
Kevin seemed to be waving his arms about something I couldn't understand. Howie was doing the same.
I turned quickly, finally realising the water level, though luckily it was only passed my knees so far, but it was then I noticed Justin. He was further out than me. The water had passed his waist line and he looked as though he was being pulled out.
The darkness and heavy rain was dampening any kind of view as to which direction he should head, as he struggled to pull himself away from the force.
Thunder crashed down again and I quickly sprung into action, attempting to block out my terror of the storm. He may be an airhead, and he should be punished for that hair, but he didn't deserve to die.
A soft sounding voice drew my attention, and I could see, though barely, a figure approaching me. Though the voice was soft I realised whoever it was must be screaming for me to hear anything. Lightning struck illuminating Lance, which gave me an odd sense of calm.
I turned back to Justin, who had moved a little further away now.
He was kicking and screaming, begging for anyone to help, and I knew I was his only help.
I forgot me moving to him would accomplish little, as I would be swept away too, but I needed to do something, and that's all I could think of.
The water was inching higher and higher and I suddenly realised this could be it. The end for me, but I ignored my fears. Fears of the storm, of death and focussed on Justin.
I couldn't see Lance, but I knew he was still heading towards me. He was in the water, knee deep by now, but still too far away to do any good.
I spent a split-second wondering where the rest of the guys were, before diving beneath the water.
"Lance!" I yelled, as I surfaced.
Panic was taking over. I couldn't do this. I'm not strong enough. I saw Justin almost right in front of me now, and this was no time for self doubt. I grabbed for him and pulled him close up against my chest.
The shivers coursing through his body went into mine, and he was clinging to me so tight, breathing was becoming difficult.
"I'm coming, Caspe...try to move towards me." Lance begged, surprising me. I didn't know he had come out this far, this quickly.
"I-I can't Lance."
Lance was reaching for me, grasping for me but he was just out of reach.
I could grab Lance's hand, I could do it...but not with Justin in my arms as well. I couldn't do both.
"Please!" Lance shouted to me.
//As if him asking nicely would make me grow another hand, but this was not a time for sarcasm.//
I reached out my arm towards where his voice was coming from and felt a warm touch scrape across my hand.
I couldn't get a grip unless I let go of Justin. He could try to grab for himself, as I could tell he was in shock. I knew I couldn't let Justin go, and was about to pull my hand back when a large hand grabbed mine.
I looked up and saw the most beautiful thing in my life. Kevin's warm eyes (now looking much more attractive) were staring back at me.
I grabbed at it and caught his hand. I could feel him pulling me in. The water growing shallow.
I finally allowed myself to breathe when I was firmly on the sand. A good description of sand may not be solid, but to me it was the most stable thing on Earth at that time. I was sprawled across the beach, Justin still clinging to me like a limpet.
The guys had made a kind of chain, JC, Howie, Lance, and Kevin taking the brunt of the blue depths, whilst the rest anchored them.
It was then I realised these men were much more than airhead singers. They were friends.
To Be Continued.