---------------------------- Disclaimer: I don't know A1, or anything of their sexuality. I am not trying to give off any impressions of Christian being a mean asshole in real life, as I love him to pieces, but there has to be a villain. Remember, it's just a story. ---------------------------- Note: This is my first celeb story. I love A1 to pieces, and Ben is a doll. I don't like Pauls new haircut, so in this story, he still has it instead of a shaved head so there! Hehe, also, if you wanna listen to A1 music, they have 2 albulms [import only] "Here We Come" and "The A-List" I recommend "The A-List" I love the ballads the most. ----------------------------
"I AM SO FUCKIN SICK OF THIS!" Christian screamed, then jetted off to his dressing room. Rehearsals for our nex tour had been grouling. We had dance rehearsals, 5 hours a day, 6 days a week, for a month! But hey, if you want to conquer the Uninted states you have to be huge. We were the opening act for Kylie Minogue, who was also trying to conquer the states with her huge hit "Can't Get You Out Of My Head" and her albulm "Fever."
My name is Paul. I am from a band called A1, don't worry, you probably haven't heard of us. We have four members in our band. There is me, well, duh! Then there's Mark, he is a sweetheart, like a big gay brother. He has a boyfriend named Adam. Then there is Christian, the blonde hearthrob, uh, he digusts me. He is the most homophobic pearson you will ever meet. He practicly despises and ignores Mark since he came out. Finally, there's Ben. I have loved him for ages, since we started the band. He is so sexy. I could have my choice of any of our teeny bopper fans, all of those dumb blonde, big breasted barbie doll look-a-likes that always seemed to be on speed.
"Uh, " Mark moaned He walked to the bench, sat down, and drank a little from his bottle of water. Ben walked over to the snack table and grabbed a doughnut.
WHAM! The old japaneese caterer smaked his hand. "No No, you no eat doughnut, you on diet, no no!" She reminded me of the charector Tracey Ullman played on her show 'Tracey Takes On.' Ben rolled his eyes and grabbed a carrot. He sat down beside me at the bench.
"Fucking bitch." He declared, bighting into the carrot.
"Hey now, don't get mad at her because our fuckin manager put us on a diet." I said laughing.
"Us shit, I'm the only mother fucking one on a mother fucking diet and you know it ya mother fucker." He said.
"Well I see someone woke up on the wrong side of the 'mother fucking' bed." I said, emphasizing 'mother fucking' to make fun of him.
"Huh, oh, sorry, I'm just upset."
"What about?" I said nudging him.
"Christian." He said, his eyes got sad. "He was "talking" to Mark today." He said. "Talking" usually meant bitching him out.
"Don't let him get to you. Mark can block him out, why can't you?" Ben hated Christian for being such an asshole. "I mean, he's the gay one here." He looked a little taken a-back. He sort of looked upset.
"Come on, we have to go practice, his royal highness is back." He said motioning towards Christian.
He got up. "Uh, I don't wanna dance right now, i wanna break." He extended his hand to help me up. I took it and he pulled me up. WHAM! I smacked straight into him. We were still standing, a little soar, but hey, at least we didn't faaaaaaallllllllll! WHAM! O k, I take the words back, we fell. Goofy over there tripped on his shoe laces.
We were both cracking up. "You're such a goofball." Hehe, we were both giggling into hysterics by the time Mark got there to help us up.
"Hehe, what are you two doing?" He said laughing. I looked up at him, then back at ben. He was staring straight into my eyes. All ga-ga looking. Like all of those teeny-boppers at our shows. Sure there were some hot ones, but I knew i didn't want them. They weren't attractive, end of story. I loved Ben. I had to tell him.
The next day we were in vocal rehearsels. Christian walked in 30 minutes late. He gave Mark the death eye then sat down on the sofa, then picked up his guitar. "Aight' we gonna do 'one more try,' or is that too much trouble for you panzie?" He said looking at Mark. Mark rolled his eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me you fuckin faggot!" Christian demanded.
"Chris, shut the hell up and play." He looked at Ben and then laughed. Next thing I knew his guitar was on the floor and his hands were around Ben's throat. "Listen ya little bitch, I could snap your bloody neck in a second so sit the fuck down, shut up, and if you ever talk to me like that again I'll fuckin kill you." Oh, hell no, I started to get up but Ben looked at me and shook his head. Christian started playing "One More Try" at the begining. He sang his opening lines, then it was my turn. I looked at Ben, who was across from me, as I sang.
"Your precious touch, carresed my soul, and now I'm lost, lost forever." He smiled at me. I looked into his eyes.And then after a chorus and Marks voice, which Cristian played wrong on purpose, it was Ben's turn to sing to me.
"Could be the times, I wasn't there, and all the nights we didn't share, and now you're lost, lost forever..."
I had to tell him, right then! I jumped up, lept across the room in 2 steps, took him by his arm and pulled him into the hallway. I shut the door to the Vocal rehearsal room and pushed him against the wall, not hard, just enough to surprise him. "Ben, bud, I gotta tell ya sumthin." He nodded.
"I know Paul,"
"Wha- how do you know?"
"C'mon, you and him are so happy when your together. I know you wanna be with Mark, but listen..." What, he thought I wanted mark.
"Look, Ben, you got sumthin wrong..." He cut me off by putting his index finger over my lips, and he continued to talk with them there.
"But listen, I love you, and I," he started to cry a little, "I want you to be with me, not Mark. I know it sounds horribly selfish, but is it so bad to say, pick me, be with me, I want to be loved." He said crying.
"But that's just it!" I shouted, "I want you, not Mark, I love you Ben, and only you." He looked up and flashed me his baby blue eyes, and I felt like I was falling in love all over again.
He smiled at me and then we kissed.
WHAM!!! We heard a thud and ran back in. Christian was beating mark up. I ran and pulled chris off of Mark and punched him in his face. "Oi! What the bloody hell was that for dick!!??!!??!!"
"Look, you think you're soooo awesome, and you can pick on Mark because he's a puff huh? And why is that?"
"Because us straight guys outnumber those little fags, we gotta stick together Paul." He said.
"Maybe out that door you outnumber queers, but in here, the queers outnumber your fucking ass." he looked shocked.
"Oi, what the fuck are you talkin 'bout mate?"
"I'll tell ya what I'm talking about 'mate'." I said, emphasizing mate, and rolling my eyes, "Me and Ben are queers too." I said, I smiled. It was the first time I ever told anybody, and it felt good.
"Ya, we're here," Mark said.
"And we'e queer," I continued.
"So get the fuck used to it cos' the fags are taking the world over." He said smiling. I put my arm over his shoulder. I looked at Mark, he had his hands on his hips. Ben looked up to his eyes and sort of shyly said, "Oi, mate, I think that's your cue to leave." Christain looked at me and gave me one of those death looks he had became famous for and stormed off. Looks like us queers won the battle, but would we win the war. Oi, fuck, ya know we will.
---------------------------- Ok, that was chapter one, hoped you all liked it. My pearsonal fave was the line :So get the fuck used to it cos' the fags are takin the world over." I can see the conservative bible pushers now. Oh no, call Jerry Fallwell, Tinkie-Winkie is taking over. Hehe. ----------------------------
Chapter two should be done round 2 days :) I am also making a site to house the story, but if you wanna see who our hero's are go to www.a1-online.com which is their official site.