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| Well, hey! |
[08 Aug 2003|05:28pm] |
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::He booty shakes into the room, right in front of Nick, shaking his ass this way and that, smacking it, licking his lips and grinning.::
I am twenty-seven today, baby.
Only getting better with age!
::And with that, he booty shakes back out of the room.::
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| I'd start a war, you all know me so well, but what is there worth fighting for? |
[31 Jul 2003|04:42am] |
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::He's sitting up again this night, out on the balcony of the hotel suite where the happy pair are staying this evening. It's balmy ... well, okay. He mentally reconsiders that word. It's sticky, and salty, and hot. He turns his head, and looks inside, where Nick is sleeping soundly in the bedroom, ESPN flickering baseball scores and what not, that blue light illuminating that baby face, and his lips curve into a smile, his eyes narrowing slightly, quietly watching.::
::He turns back towards the city, a soft sigh escaping his lips, in contemplation. He remembers the first time they met, so long ago it seems now, and how easily smiles and glances were exchanged. How all the silent time in between meetings were sprinkled with thoughts of him. How guilt is an ugly, ugly thing. How lies can eat a person up inside.::
::Everything is so clear to him on this muggy, still night. The lights below, the cars going back and forth, each one taking somebody somewhere. He looks up at the sky, and frowns slightly when he can't see any stars out. Damn the bright lights of the city, swallowing up God's work and making it invisible unless someone was really really looking.::
::He remembers the first time they kissed. The first time they had sex. He remembers the first time they held hands, the first picnic they went on, the first time they went to see a movie together.::
::He remembers the first time they said the words. The first time they made love. The first time they simply lay together and slept. The first time they spoke with glances, and knew exactly what the other was thinking.::
::He looks at his hand, and flexes his fingers, the ring shining in the hot moonlight. He remembers when the question was asked, how the "yes" sounded. He smiles widely, his eyes narrowing as his considers this ring. He remembers the "I do's" and the night after. The week in snow. The plane trip back.::
::As he inhales slowly, he turns his face up to the sky, and notices that for the first time in the hours since he'd been out there, he can see a star. He makes a wish on that star, then laughs quietly to himself as he steps back into the hotel room ... for his wish has already come true.::
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| Nick... |
[22 Jul 2003|01:14am] |
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A causa de usted, yo ahora sé lo que deberá amar.
A cause de vous, je sais maintenant qu'il sera obligé à aimer.
Wegen Sie, weiß ich jetzt, was es lieben soll.
A causa di lei, sapere adesso che è amare.
Por causa de você, de eu agora sei o que está amar.
På grunn av De, I vet nå hva det elsker.
Because of you, I now know what it is to love.
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| Surprise, Surprise, There are no surprises. |
[17 Jul 2003|04:16am] |
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::He's scared. He doesn't know much, but he knows that much. He takes a deep breath, and sits up straight, and reaches out, feeling only cool sheets beside him. He rubs his hot face, and remembers why .. Nick is across the hall tonight, across the hall - across the world. There's no difference. He isn't there with him now, and, with a slight grin, slides out of bed. Can't sleep because he's not there, he thinks, shaking his head as he makes his way across the dark suite, heading into the living area. He finds his laptop, sitting open atop the table, and plops down in the chair. He logs onto the Internet, and opens the journal client, and stares at the white box for a few minutes. He smiles again, wider this time, knowing Nick has found this online diary of his, and begins to type.::
Nicker-Nacker, Snicker-Snacker, Cracker-Whacker ... Wait a sec. Cracker-Whacker? Whatchoo been doing', boy? Ha ha.
So. It's like four in the fucking morning, and I'm awake. I'm like ... looking at the door, and I know you're just right there, but isn't it funny how you seem so far away? So yeah. I can't sleep. It just isn't the same without you here.
You know something? I never thought I'd really be the one to ever say that. As fucked up as it all seems, I'm just not the marrying type, you know? I don't know if I even still am, but I'll tell you what. Tomorrow, when he asks if "I do", I do, man. There's been very few things in my life I've been that sure of, and this is one of them. I want to spend the rest of my life with you beside me. So sure of that.
And so I sit, alone, and I'm thinking about you like always, and all I could think of was how different my life has been since I met you.
So I'm composing this little list ... because yes. And yes, that explains it all.
( Stuff for Nick to Read )
I could think of a million more, but I think I'm finally sleepy enough to doze. I love you. See you tomorrow. Definitely.
Love, Josh.
::He smiles, and yawns, rubbing his eyes as he clicks the "update" button, thinking about everything he's written, and about maybe getting some rest, and logs off the 'Net, shutting the laptop with a soft click.::
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| Quiero... |
[09 Jul 2003|01:30pm] |
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::he sits at the edge of the bed, Nick's guitar across his lap, strumming out a song as the younger man sits on the chair across the room, listening::
Déjame besarte tanto
hasta que quedes sin aliento
y abrazarte con tal fuerta
que parta hasta los huesos
y ahora estás aquí
yo de nuevo soy feliz...
::he looks up at Nick, that lazy grin gracing his lips, and puts the guitar aside, and stands, taking his angel in his arms, and holding him, kissing his cheeks, his nose, his lips, his face, mumbling his words of affection as he does::
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| Quite Contemplative... |
[04 Jul 2003|04:43pm] |
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::he lays on the bed, right beside him, quietly messing with that pretty blonde hair, a smile playing over his own lips, watching that sleeping angel in complete rest. leans over, his lips brushing against the curve of that cheek as he whispers.::
I love you, sweetheart. Love you so much.
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| Miss Me Blind... |
[29 Jun 2003|04:12pm] |
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::sits at the edge of the bed, watching Nick run around like a chicken without a head, grinning, leaning back on the heels of his hands. laughs softly to himself and shakes his head::
You're crazy, did you know that?
Would you shut up and help me find my other flipflop? I'm gonna be late.
I don't care! Stay here with me, then. ::grins::
::Nick rolls his eyes:: That's all you think about, all you do, all you say. Stay here....
::he can see a hint of the smile coming through, and his own widens:: You saying you complainin'? ::raises an eyebrow::
::Nick smiles:: No...
::laughs and stands up, walking over to Nick and giving him a kiss on his cheek:: Yeah. That's right, bitch. That's right...
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| I'm Alive! |
[25 Jun 2003|08:33am] |
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::spins around in his chair, laughing::
Whoo. This is fun!
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| Returns... |
[12 Jun 2003|12:03pm] |
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::smiles at Nick, and gives him a kiss as he leaves, heading out to grab some lunch. he sighs, and rakes his hands through his hair, glancing towards the laptop, open to his email. wanders over to it, and sits, his fingertips rub over the keys, and he nods to himself, clicking "reply" and typing::
( Email For Lance )
::he clicks "send" and looks up quickly, just as Nick enters the door, his grin bright, holding up the bags of food, and stands, walking over. wraps his arms around him, pulling him close for a hug, and whispers into his ear::
I love you, baby.
::he smiles at Nick's smile, and messes up his hair, and wanders back into the living area, to eat::
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| You Know... |
[09 Jun 2003|08:32am] |
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I should be a man.
I should make that phone call and tell them myself.
::stares at the phone, sighs softly, licking over his lips, runs his hands through his hair::
I don't want to make that phone call.
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| Oh Man ... |
[05 Jun 2003|07:14pm] |
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FAIRY TALE  nce upon a time there has a young ACTOR named NICK. He was GREATLY LAUGHING in the COLORED forest when he met PRETTY JUSTIN, a run-away SINGER from the ADORABLE Queen TARA.
NICK could see that PRETTY JUSTIN was hungry so he reached into his BOWL and give him his EDUCATED ITALIAN. PRETTY JUSTIN was thankful for NICK's ITALIAN, so he told NICK a very EVIL story about Queen TARA's daughter KERI. How her mother, the ADORABLE Queen TARA, kept her locked away in a HOUSE protected by a gigantic KITTEN, because KERI was so MASSIVE. NICK SQUEALED. He vowed to PRETTY JUSTIN the SINGER that he would save the MASSIVE KERI. He would SMILES the KITTEN, and take KERI far away from her eveil mother, the ADORABLE Queen TARA, and RUNS her. Then, all of the sudden, there was a SIMPLE HURRICANE and PRETTY JUSTIN the SINGER began to laugh. With a puff of smoke he turned into the gigantic KITTEN from his story. ADORABLE Queen TARA SNORTED out from behind a TABLE and struck NICK dead. In the far off HOUSE you could hear a SHRIEK. THE END. Make your own Fairy Tale at fuali.com
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| Wondering... |
[02 Jun 2003|07:57am] |
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I wonder about a lot of things.
Why me?
Why choose me?
Why him?
Why choose him?
Life, I suppose, is a funny thing...
I think I'll just keep on going with it.
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| You Know Something? |
[25 May 2003|07:40pm] |
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When you're really really happy, it's hard to find more things to say, other than the fact that you're happy.
::laughs, shrugs a little::
Ain't that funny?
Yet, we never run out of things to tell each other.
I miss Ju and La. I need to call them this week... Hrm...
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| Eloquence Isn't My Strong Point... |
[20 May 2003|03:04pm] |
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::booty shakes all around the house, singing at the top of his lungs::
I love him, I love him, I love him
And where he goes I'll follow, I'll follow, I'll follow
He'll always be my true love, my true love, my true love
From now until foreverrrrrrrrrr....!
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| It's like... |
[15 May 2003|02:09am] |
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It's still taking time to sink in...
Maybe I'm all thick headed. ::grins::
But, you know? The more I think about it... the happier I get about it.
Life is good.
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| To Be Honest... |
[10 May 2003|02:09pm] |
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I never thought I'D see the day.
But it's come.
::blinks a few hundred times::
Wow.
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| What To Say? What To Say? |
[06 May 2003|11:36am] |
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There is no possible way I could be happier.
I think that about sums it up.
Happy belated Birthday, Lancey. I got something for you. Call me sometime.
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| Too Many Words, Not Enough Words |
[01 May 2003|01:51pm] |
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I want to be your sun.
I want to be your ocean.
You are my sun.
You are my ocean.
I love you.
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| Dreaming.... |
[25 Apr 2003|11:18am] |
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::lays in bed, his head on Nick's chest, listening to that heartbeat, the slow even breathing, fully awake. smile plays across lips, runs his hand up to Nick's face, tilting his head up. traces over pretty lips, down that nose. exhales softly, a content sigh, and rests his head down again. whispers::
He's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, the most beautiful thing I've ever touched.
If I'm dreaming, don't wake me up.
It's so perfect.
::grins and closes his eyes, falls back into a content sleep::
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| So Oh Hell... |
[21 Apr 2003|02:34am] |
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::stares up at the ceiling, concentrating on the steady breathing of the man next to him. turns his head, reaches over and touches that face, smiling. licks his lips and sits up, sliding out of bed quietly, trying not to wake him. walks across the suite and plops down at a chair, opens up the laptop, logs on to the 'net, and calls up his online journal. taps a key for a moment, debating what to write. nods and begins typing::
Yesterday was eventful, to put it lightly. Joey and Drew... married. Like I told him, I had to see that shit to believe it. My little boy has grown up. I'm wiping a tear as I type. It's nuts, you know, how someone like HOey finds someone and then he decides that's all he wants. And, Jesus Christ, married! That's so huge. That's like... Shit. I don't have words for that.
So, in true Joshua Chasez fashion, I fucked up the reception. Singlehandedly, it seems. So I showed up with my new boyfriend. With no warning, nothing. Nick and I walked in, like nothing. Lance and Justin were there.
After considerable glaring, and blocking them, and arguements, we went back inside and whatever. I hope things are alright with them. I feel like a shit, and I tried telling them both that sometimes things change, sometimes people change, and feelings change. It was futile. Any effort to fix this is all in vain.
So... needless to say... yesterday was "JC is an insensitve asshole day." No matter. I'm a fuckhead anyway.
On to lighter things. The ceremony! God, Joey and Drew were so pretty! Is pretty a good word to use to describe Joey Fatone? Yes. He was absolutely glowing. I'm glad I went.
I ran into Keri there, and we danced and talked. I hope things work out for her. While she's in town, she, Nick, and I gotta go chill. Maybe get some coffee. Maybe have an orgy. Ha!
My Special Kitty talked about things as well. It'll be fine.
And... I am happy. I finally got to show the world who my heart is. Nick. I wanna skip through fields of pansies and scream about it. One day, maybe we will. I asked him out to Hawaii with me once, and he still owes me that trip. So maybe we'll find a field of hibiscus or something, and skip skip.
I love him. I do. It feels good. It's warm and fuzzy, and my life is just perfect now. I still have special places for Justin and Lance, but like I told them both, it's just different now, just like their feelings for each other are intensified. Sometimes, things just change.
The only constant in life is change itself.
I believe that.
::clicks update, pretty sure that none of that made any sense at all. yawns and logs off, and shuts the top of the computer. pushes back his chair and stands up, stretching his arms above his head. smiles when he sees sleepy eyes blinking at him, and crosses the suite in a few short strides. slides into bed, mumbling::
Just doing some writing, baby. Go back to sleep.
::face flushes hot, hearing that voice say he couldn't sleep without him there, and pulls him close, smiles, and closes his eyes, and sleeps::
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