ok heres part 7. it took me like 3 times to try to send this. so here it is. note: not real. fiction. once again, props out to my palz: keith, amber, coyla, micki, vanessa, me, myself, and I. This story is already written, I'm just putting it up in installments, a response to a question. enjoy.
scene continues:
"Yup." Pause. "So, is that other guy, um, what's his name...that other guy in your group...is he gay?"
"Nick? Yeah. He's my best friend. Um, don't get the wrong idea, I'm not, like, with him or anything."
"That's cool."
"So, what are we going to do about your friends?" he asked.
I sighed. "I don't know. The longer I wait, the tireder and madder they'll be."
"So tell them, 'Just don't hit me anymore'."
I shook my head. "Nope, that won't work. If I smart off they'll get me worse."
"Saying don't hit me anymore is smarting off?"
"Practically everything I say to them is smarting off." I said bitterly.
"Oh. Well..have you tried asking one of them when he's in a nice mood to sit down and talk and tell him now you feel?"
"Well, Jc's pretty nice, but he won't talk. He always brushes me off. He doesn't actually hit me, he's the one who twists and holds my hands behind my back. The others actually punch me. But Jc won't talk. He brushes me off. He doesn't yell at me, though. He's real quiet lately. I think something's wrong with him, but I don't know what. I'm a little worried, cause before..before it all started to happen, me and him were like best friends. We were really close. I think kind of..he may be dissappointed in me."
"Did you do something to him? Or any of them?" he asked.
"No. I just..I told them something." I said shamefully. I sighed sadly. I missed my friends.
Brian put his hand on my arm. It somehow comforted me. "You can trust me, Justin." he said. "I'll be your friend. You can trust me, and I'll never tell anyone if you don't want me to. There's nothing you can say that well make me think of you different. I mean, I told you I'm gay and you don't have a problem with it. Like you said, it's the person, not anything else. You're a nice guy and I want to be your friend. I want you to be able to trust me."
"I'm gay." I mumbled.
"I couldn't hear you." he said gently.
I looked up at him and sighed shakily. "Brian, I'm gay."
"You are?"
I nodded.
He snorted. "Is that your big secret?"
I nodded.
He was shaking his head, smiling. "Well Justin, it seems I have a secet for you too."
"And just what might that be?"
"I already knew that."
"You already knew I was gay!" I yelped.
"Shush.." he said. I quieted. "Yes." he said.
"How?" I whispered.
"I could sense it. And besides, you dropped enough hints that I almost took cover."
"Bri-an. Please don't joke around."
"Okay, I'm sorry."
Silence. "So.." I said. "You're not going to tell anyone, are you?"
"Not if you don't want me to."
"I'd rather you didn't."
"Okay, so I won't."
"Thank you." I let out a breath.
"No problem...are you going to come out to the world?"
I shook my head. "Nope. Can't see why I should."
"I did. Nick did. It's better to be honest about yourself."
"Yeah, well, do your bandmates hit you and beat you up just because you're gay?"
"Uh, that would be no."
"See. I just.." I sighed. "I hate my life lately. The people I loved and cared about all hate me."
"Have you told your parents?"
"Yeah. My dad hates me and my mom doesn't care about me. They're divorced."
"Oh. Who else knows besides me, your band and parents?"
"No one."
"That you know of."
"Yeah...And please don't tell anyone." I added quickly. "I really don't want to chance this getting out. Then the guys would really hate me. See, they're scared, " I began to explain. "They think that people don't like the Backstreet Boys anymore cause you and Nick came out. But I looked into it later, and sources say nsync and bsb are still tied." I looked at Brian, and he nodded to confirm. "But my bandmates think that if the world knew about me, they wouldn't like nsync anymore, and we wouldn't be successful anymore."
ok that's part 7. ha ha, I'm already at part 7. Yo soy un beja pequeno. try and figure that out!!