The Diner on Broadway

[FangBanger09]

i've finally come out of my writer's block to bring u a new story inspired by my love for theatre (i sing, act, and dance) and my new crush on broadway star, Cheyenne Jackson. this too is written in 1st person but is in no way true. check out my gallery for characters each chapter.

Chapter 1​

By the time the bus stopped, I was asleep and didn’t realize where I was for a second. As I woke up, I looked around to see thousands of buildings, traffic everywhere and more people than I had ever met. I was in New York.

I quickly gathered my bag and rushed off the bus. As I put my foot on the sidewalk, I felt like Neil Armstrong discovering the moon. It was my first time there and I didn’t plan on leaving. I just left high school about 12 hours ago and I was ready to start my life.

The city was like a step into the future for me. With every step I took, I saw something I had never seen before. It was a city full of freaks and I finally felt I didn’t need to impress anyone.

As I started to get tired, I stopped at a diner on Broadway. I had always wanted to be in a musical there and I just had to see the theatres. I sat at the bar and put my bag in the seat next to me. I looked around for a waitress and didn’t see anyone.

Suddenly, I heard a woman yelling behind me, “You know what? If you don’t like the burger, go to Macdonald’s, go to Wendy’s, go to Texas for all I care. Just get the fuck out of my diner!”

As she walked back to the bar, I was afraid but she saw me before I could leave, “Can I help you?”
She suddenly had a smile on her face as if she forgot about everything.

I stuttered for a second, “Uhm…I was just wanting a soda, but…”

“Coming right up,” she went to the soda fountain and poured me a drink, “So, where are you from?”

“The South,” I said as she put the drink on the counter, “but I’m looking for a place up here.”

She looked at me as if she just had a brilliant idea, “I have a room for rent upstairs! It’s yours if you want it… all you have to do is help me out with the diner and put up with my mess. Other than that, the rent is free.”

I couldn’t think of a reason to say no, so after she closed, she showed me to my room. It was a little small but I got a perfect view of Broadway. She showed me the living room and the kitchen; it looked exactly how I pictured a shared apartment would look. There was a futon with a would-framed TV across from it and a table covered in magazines and leftover food. It was awesome!

“So, make yourself at home,” she said, “By the way, I’m Bridget. I don’t think I asked your name yet.”
“Oh, my name’s Kevin,” I shook her hand.

After I unpacked, I walked into the kitchen where there was already a plate waiting for me. She looked up and smiled as I came in.

“I made some dinner,” she said.

“Thanks, you didn’t have to though,” I was trying to be polite.

She smiled, “Don’t worry, it’s hamburger helper. Sit down; I want to get to know you.”

“Ok,” I took seat across from her, “What all do you wanna know?”

“Just the basics, you know… so I can make sure you’re not a psycho who killed his family and skipped town.”

“Oh, well actually, they’re the psychos,” we smiled, “I guess I just wanted to try my luck in the city. There’s just so much more out there than where I come from.”

“So, did you leave a girl back home?”

“Not exactly…” I paused.

“Oh, so you’re looking for a girl?”

I hesitated, “Well, I’m gay, so not really.”

“Oh, thank god,” she was relieved, “that takes a lot of awkwardness out of the situation. I was sure you were straight though, I mean you don’t come across as…”

“A fairy? Yea, I’m not that kind of gay…I just connect with men better than I do with women,” I said, “Not to say that I don’t think you’re cute or anything. I mean, I still find women attractive and all.”

“Thanks,” she laughed, “I think that makes you bi, though.”

“Who knows?” I said, “I’m still trying to figure it out myself.”

After we finished our beefaroni, we cleaned up and went to bed. The next morning felt like freedom. I felt like I was no longer a kid and was ready to become an adult. I met Bridget downstairs in the diner and started washing the windows before we opened. She turned on the radio and started sweeping. As she danced with her broom and I shook my head to the music, I heard a crowd across the street. I realized that they were all lining up for some guy’s autograph. I kept looking until he finally turned around. He was gorgeous and I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

“Who is that?” I asked Bridget.

She looked out the window, “Oh, that’s Buddy Walsh… he’s like Broadway fame.”

As he finished signing autographs and went inside the theatre, I snapped out of my daze. It was the first New York eye candy I had seen yet.

 

[FangBanger09]

Chapter 2​

That night after closing, I was about ready to crash but as soon as I got upstairs, Bridget dragged me to a nightclub a few blocks away. It was loud, dark and crowded. I quickly got sick of it.
I tried to lay low for the night but she dragged me to the dance floor. I’m sure she was just trying to make the hot guys in the club jealous but I didn’t mind her dancing with me. My hormones wanted her for a minute.

She ran off for some drinks and came back with another guy, “Hey, I want you to meet someone. This is Dave.”

I was confused, “Uhm, hi…I’m Kevin.”

“It’s nice to meet you. So, Bridget tells me you’re from out of town,” he shouted over the music.

I realized what was going on as she made an escape plan, “Well I’ll let you two talk.”

As she walked off, we found a quiet place to talk. I wasn’t against finding a nice guy, but I was too tired to even meet someone, especially if it was not on my own terms.

“So, where are you from?” he seemed interested.

I answered without interest, “the south.”

“So, you’re mysterious…I like that.”

I rolled my eyes where he couldn’t see, “So do you go to the University?”

“Yea, I’m a women’s studies major,” he said happily.

As I finally escaped him, I found Bridget and we caught a cab home. She was kind of drunk.

“So, did you guys hit it off?” she slurred.

I looked out the window, “Not exactly.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, honey… was he not your type?”

I looked back at her, “Among other things. But I’m not exactly the dating type.”

“Why not? You’re cute and I know tons of guys who’d like you,” she almost passed out trying to get out that sentence.

“Well, I never really came out back home and I guess I just wanna make sure that I don’t date the first loser who comes along.”

“Yeah, he was kinda a loser, but you still have me,” she passed out on my shoulder.

As the driver stopped in front of the diner, I paid him and carried her upstairs. After I tucked her in, I went to my room and saw Buddy leaving the theatre from my window. I couldn’t stand not knowing him. I went to sleep with dreams of him.

The next day was kinda slow until Bridget sent me on my first delivery. It was to the theatre across the street. I walked in and looked for the person I was supposed to deliver it too but nobody was in sight. I heard singing from down the hall and followed the voice. I quietly opened the door and sat at the back of the room. It was the most gorgeous voice I had ever heard. It was low and angelic at the same time. The words sounded like poetry to my ears. As I snapped to, I found the director at the front of the room and gave him the food. As he handed me the money, my eyes locked with Buddy’s while he was singing. I don’t know if it was the acting but the emotion he had on his face while he was singing made my heart melt almost as if he was singing to me. I slowly left the theater and went back to the diner.

 

[FangBanger09]

Chapter 3​

The next morning was bright and I started the day with a smile on my face. I knew it was going to be a good day. As I ran down the stairs, I kissed Bridget on the cheek and started some coffee.

“What are you so happy about, hot stuff?” she smiled

I smiled back, “Just one of those days.”

I turned on the radio and started the grill. As I flipped the patties, my head bobbing turned into hip swaying and I almost started to full-on break dance. As I did some corny 80’s dance moves that I personally believe will never go out of style, I turned around to the counter. To my surprise and embarrassment, he was standing right in front of me. I stopped as he smiled and slightly laughed.

I smiled a nervous smile, “Can I help you?”

“Yea, I’ll just take a coffee,” he smiled and sat down.

As it sank in that I was finally meeting the man of my dreams, I went to get his coffee as if I was still training. I leaned against the wall as he drank his coffee and tried to look like I was watching the sausage patties cook, not him read his newspaper. As he looked up at me from his coffee, I quickly looked at the grill.
“You’re pretty good by the way,” he smirked.

I suddenly looked back, “Oh, thanks… I used to take a hip-hop class back home.”

“You interested in musical theatre?” he asked as if making a business proposition.

I suddenly answered, “More than anything else.”

He smiled, “Well, we’re having auditions for an extra back-up dancer today. One just broke his leg. It’s at noon if you’re interested.”

“I’ll see if I can get off,” I smiled.

“Well, thanks for the coffee and I hope to see you there,” he walked to the door.

I smiled as he looked back, “Bye.”

I found myself constantly looking at the clock until noon finally came. I took off my apron and headed to the door as soon as 11:57. By the time I got there, I was amongst about 50 other people. I never thought there would be so much competition just to be a back-up dancer. As a few hours went by, they finally called me in to the theatre. I gave the guy my CD and stood at the center of the stage. I felt the tension kick in as I looked out at the judges sitting in the first few rows. I was about to crack until I saw Buddy sitting at the very back, smiling at me. He had the most gorgeous smile.

As the music started, so did I. It was a routine I had learned from my dance coach back home with a little bit of my own stuff mixed in. I felt like it was nothing and when I was done, I was ready for more.

I waited and waited until they were ready for callbacks. I was surprised that I was still there with only 5 other guys. A choreographer stood at the front of the stage and did a dance. When he was done, it was our turn. It seemed like it was easy enough but the other guys were good too so I wasn’t sure how confident I could be.

As the judges got through with us, we exited the theater. I passed Buddy on the way out. He smiled and followed me with his eyes. I wanted to show the biggest smile back but I bit my lip and looked down so I didn’t seem too eager.

Bridget looked up from the counter as I walked in, “So how did it go?”

“I don’t know. They said they were gonna call me,” I went back to work as the sun started to set.

As the days went by, I started thinking that my life can either go one of 2 ways: I can get the spot and be able to see him everyday and eventually end up bonding with him or I can spend the rest of my life in a small apartment with a woman who yells at the mailman when she hasn’t received her cosmo yet. I had lost all hope.

One day, I was just about to lock up when my phone rang. I answered and as soon as they said they were with the theatre, I almost lost it. I felt like a kid who just got to meet Mickey Mouse. As I hung up and locked the door, I saw Buddy leave the theater. As he was about to catch a cab, he looked up at me and slowly lifted his hand to wave.

 

[FangBanger09]

Chapter 4​

Rehearsals were long and sore. I was working at the theatre more than I was at the diner. When I’d get off, it would usually be midnight. I’d walk across the street and eat some leftover pie while Bridget was either in bed or out partying after closing.

We usually rehearsed in the practice room that had walls of mirrors. It made the room brighter and kept me awake. He’d say hi a lot and we’d exchange looks all day but as far as conversation goes, we hadn’t made it that far.

His costar, June was beautiful and a great actress but she was the complete opposite of her character; she was the bitch of Broadway.

One day during rehearsal, she was whispering to her minions, “I can’t believe it but he totally told me he was gay… But you cant tell anyone because it’s like a really big secret.”

I felt disgusted by June but at the same time, I felt happy to know the truth.

One day after rehearsal, I cut my usual slice of pie and sat at a booth so, I could spread my legs across the seat. Much to my pleasant surprise, I heard a knock at the door. I looked up and saw Buddy standing outside. I unlocked it and stood in the doorway.

“Hey, I know you’re closed but I was wondering if I could just get a drink,” he asked as if he was trying not to be a bother.

I opened the door for him to come in, “No, don’t worry about it.”

“Thanks,” he came in.

I walked behind the counter, “I’ll cut you a piece of pie.”

“Oh, please don’t. I wouldn’t want you to…”

“Don’t worry I was just about to eat a piece to. Make yourself comfortable,” I brought it to the booth as he sat across from me.

“This is really nice of you,” he started to eat.

“Well it’s the least I could do since you helped me get the spot,” I stood up.

He looked at me, “That was all you. I just told you about the audition.”

“Thanks, though. You’ve been really nice,” we smiled.

He put the fork down, “So, what’s your story?”

I sat back, “Well…I’m from the south and I came up here about a month ago to start my life.”

“Well, that tells me a lot… how old are you?”

“18, I just graduated,” I said.

“Jesus, you’re just a kid,” he looked at me in surprise.

“Does that surprise you?”

“Well, you just seem like you’re all so independent and great by yourself.”

“Well, it’s not like I own the place by myself... I just cook and wait.”

He lifted his hand and reached toward my mouth. He rubbed his finger below my lip. I had trouble breathing as his warm, soft touch slid across my lip.

“Whip cream,” he licked it from his finger.

I stood up and walked to the counter. I was about to turn around and ask if he wanted a doggy bag but as soon as I turned, he was right in front of me. He looked in my eyes for a split second and I leaned up and kissed him. His lips were soft and warm. I felt like I was gonna fall. As I stopped, I looked up at him in fright of what his reaction would be. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled my face up to his. It was my first kiss and I felt like the rest after that would pale in comparison.

 

[FangBanger09]

Chapter 5​

He didn’t go home that night. We stayed in my room, kissing and talking for most of the night. We fell asleep at about 3 in the morning.

I woke up wearing the shirt I wore last night and my boxers. He was still asleep with his back against the wall and my back against his chest with his arms wrapped around me. I snuggled my head closer to his warm chest wrapped in his cotton t-shirt. My bare legs against his blue jeans felt warm and comfortable. I woke up as the sun rose through the window. I held his arms closer to me and turned to kiss him on the neck. He slowly woke up and kissed me on the lips.

As he saw the sun, he jumped up, “What time is it?”

I sat up, “I don’t know. I just woke up.”

He looked at his watch, “Crap, we’re 20 minutes late.”

“Wait just a second, I’ll walk with you,” I changed shirts and put on some gym shorts as we headed out the door.

As we entered the theatre, everyone stared as if they were waiting an hour. It probably looked bad that we were both late and he was wearing the same clothes from the day before but I don’t think anybody noticed. The rest of the day was nothing but work.

The looks we exchanged that day were different. Now, I knew there was actually something in that look and it wasn’t just a glance. But I started to wonder if there was something there.

When it was time for the lunch break I caught up with him, “Hey, can we talk real quick?”

He was looking over his script with June, “Now’s kinda a bad time. Can it wait?”

“Yea, don’t worry about it,” he looked at me with assurance.

June bitched, “Go away, dancer.”

I went back to work and waited for an opening in his busy day to go talk to him. Finally, I saw him walk off and I followed close behind. He walked into his dressing room and I came in after him.

I quietly closed the door behind me, “Hey… can we talk a moment?”

“Yea, I’m just looking for a prop… I think I left it in here,” he rummaged through his closet.

I didn’t know where to start, “I just wanted to ask… last night, was there something there? I mean was it more than just a kiss?”

“What do you mean?” he looked over his shoulder.

“Well, you’re Buddy Walsh; you can have anyone you want. I just wanted to know if you were leading me on.”

He stopped looking and turned around, “I’m sorry… I know that it might look like I’m ignoring you or something. It’s just opening night next week and everything is stressful… trust me, if there was nothing there, I wouldn’t have stayed as long as I did.”

I smiled in assurance, “That’s all I wanted to know.”

As I grabbed the door knob, he took my other hand and turned me around. He pulled me to him and leaned in for a kiss.

I rubbed my lip and smiled, “See you out there.”

Day after day, we went home with each other. It was constant kissing and flirting. He would sing in bed and in the mirror at night when he was afraid he’d forget a song. I’d snuggle up to him to feel the vibrations from his chest. It was that same angelic voice but it sounded so much sweeter.

 

[FangBanger09]

Chapter 6​

I sat on the roof of the diner, still in my boxers and sleep shirt. I heard a door open. Buddy came up in his pajama pants with a coffee in his hand. I stared down at the sidewalk as he walked over to me.
He sat next to me, “What are you looking at?”

I pointed at the people waiting in line, “Look at them. They’re all here to see it.”

“That’s not even half the crowd,” he took a sip of his coffee.

“You’re not nervous?”

“Not now…but trust me, when I’m on that stage staring out at all the people, it sinks in for a minute but then I realize that it’s just the same thing I’ve been doing every single day and there’s nothing to worry about.”
I stood up, “You ready to face the crowd?”

“More than I’ll ever be,” we went inside and got ready for a final rehearsal.

Later that day, we came back to the diner for some lunch. When I opened the door I saw Bridget talking to a woman. I couldn’t see her face but I knew who it was.

The second I opened the door, she shouted, “Oh, there he is!”

“Mom… what are you doing here,” I was surprised to see her.

She hugged me, “We got your letter about the audition so we bought a ticket to opening night and came up to surprise you.”

“We?” I was confused.

“Pretty good grill you got here,” my dad came in from the kitchen.

“You didn’t think we’d miss our baby’s first Broadway performance, did you?” she smiled.

“Always knew you were gonna make it,” my father said.

I wanted to throw it in his face that he never believed in me but I just said, “Well I’m glad you came… are you guys staying at a hotel?”

“Yea, which reminds me, we need to go so we can be on time for our dinner reservations,” my mom looked at her watch.

Bridget smiled, “Oh, well you could have just eaten here. I mean I could make you some dinner on me.”

My dad snarled, “No offense honey, but we wanted to eat New York style.”

I could tell Bridget wanted to snap.

Just before they left, I remembered, “Oh, this is Buddy. He’s the lead in the show.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” he shook my mother’s hand and reached for my dad’s but he headed to the door.
“Honey, it’s about time we left,” he opened the door.

She kissed me goodbye, “Ok, well we’ll see you after the show. Good luck… Dammit, I meant break a leg!”

As they left Bridget turned to me, “So, you’re dad’s… he’s just an asshole.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” I headed for the stairs.

Buddy followed me into my room. I sat on the bed and laid back.

He got on his knees in front my legs, “You wanna talk about it?”

“What? There’s nothing to talk about,” I said calmly.

He looked at me in disbelief, “I know family troubles when I see it.”

“It’s nothing. My dad just isn’t a big supporter,” I stared at the ceilng.

Later that night, I finally felt what it was like to be up there. I wasn’t nervous; I felt like I was at the top of my game. At curtain call, all I could do was think how much I couldn’t wait to do it again. After the performance, I got dress and met Buddy in his dressing room.

As he put on his shirt, I looked at him in admiration, “You were great out there. You ready to go?”

“I’m gonna sign some autographs but I’ll be over there in about 20 minutes. You go on without me,” he kissed me goodbye and I left the theater.

After a few people actually stopped me for my autograph, I went upstairs and took off my coat. Almost as soon as I got inside, there was a knocking at the door. I opened it expecting to see Buddy or Bridget but it was my dad.

“What are you doing here?” I asked in shock.

“You little son of a bitch,” he slurred.

I stepped back, “Dad, go home. You’re drunk!”

“Don’t tell me I’m drunk. First, you run off to New York and now, you’re calling me drunk,” he grabbed me by the shirt and threw me against the wall.

As he raised his fist, Buddy grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him off me. He punched him in the face and down the stairs. He walked down as my dad stood up. When he got to the bottom, he grabbed him by the shirt and threw him out the door. He locked it and then ran upstairs.

I wrapped my arms around his neck when he came in. He carried me to the bed and sat me down next to him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and hugged his neck harder, crying on his shoulder.

“Hey, it’s ok. I’m here,” he tried to comfort me.

I shouted, “That asshole is the reason I left.”

He rubbed his hand up and down my back, “He’s gone… You’re ok.”

“I’m sorry,” I held him closer.

“You didn’t do anything,” he said.

“I lied. My dad used to molest me,” I looked up at him.

“Did he…”

“Fuck me? No, he wouldn’t leave any evidence in case I ever blabbed… I didn’t wanna tell you because I was afraid what you’d think.”

“That’s not your fault. I would never think less of you because of something like that,” he put my head back on his shoulder.

We sat that way for about an hour. He rocked me back and forth with my head on his shoulder until I stopped crying.

I was almost asleep, “I love you… I know you think I’m just a kid and I don’t know what I’m talking about but…”

“I love you, too,” he whispered in my ear.

I fell asleep on his shoulder as he gently kissed me on the neck.

 

[GrayFox]

Don't stop now!

 

[nooneknowsitsme]

Please keep writing its so good!

 

[harry113]

Pyro Thanks, this is a wonderful story.
I so hope things go well for Kevin
More please
Harry

 

[FangBanger09]

i've decided that when i graduate college, im gonna audition every show on broadway and eventually end up working with cheyenne jackson. i know he's been with a guy for like 8 years but a love affair is enough for me. ill let him decide who he wants....it'll be me. He's like the exact fantasy i have of the perfect man

 

[daid63]

itt is a good story liked a lot hope there is more to come . thank you

 

[FangBanger09]

Chapter 7​

When I woke up, he was watching me sleep. We were lying on our sides, facing each other. I had my head close to his chest with his arms wrapped around me.

“Good morning,” he whispered.

I looked into his gorgeous eyes, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

I snuggled closer to his chest, “For staying with me… for protecting me… for saying what you did.”

He kissed me on top of my head, “I meant every word.”

“Can we just lay here for a while?”

“As long as you want,” he held me closer.

As I rested my head in his bare chest, he suddenly made me feel warm and safe. I rolled him on his back and got on top of him. I looked deep into his eyes and he kissed me. His lips were warm and soft and the stubble on his chin tickled me a little. I rested my head on his chest again and I became mesmerized by the scent of his cologne and the warmth of his chest.

“Please don’t leave,” I said under my breath.

He put his hand on my back, “I’m not going anywhere.”

We lied there for a few hours, discussing any random thing that came to mind.

“Have you realized that I’m twice your age?” he asked.

“Yea… I mean I haven’t really thought about it though,” I said.

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“Why would it?”

“Well, you’re not even 20 yet… it seems like you’d wanna enjoy your youth and meet some younger guys.”
“Ok, it’s not like you’re 50. Besides, age doesn’t matter that much to me… well, unless you actually were 50, but 34 is ok so you’re good. And guys my age are too immature for me. They can’t get over sex.”
He kissed me on the head, “You’re too mature for me.”

I laughed. We eventually got up and dressed and went to lunch. It was nice to spend a day with him. We went to the boardwalk and got in the photo booth.

In the first photo, I sat in his lap and we just smiled.

In the second photo, I did an angry face and he did a sad face.

In the third, we put on our shades and did our gangsta poses… we’re so white, it’s not funny.
In the fourth, we kissed with our eyes shut.

It was one of those fun days that you only have like every 2 months so when it happens, you find stuff to do till the sun rises the next day. After the boardwalk, we went to a thrift store. I bought him a pair of tube socks and he bought me a hat. Later that night, we caught a cab to the closest beach. We just lied under the stars for hours. We’d kiss and roll around in the sand until we fell asleep. When we woke up, it was dawn and time to get to rehearsal.

The day was so stressful, I didn’t even realize the gossiping until lunch. Apparently, our secret relationship got out. It was my first instinct to confront June but it turns out, our picture was on page 18 of a local gossip tabloid. Buddy was surprisingly calm about it. It didn’t take long for me to calm down about it either. I didn’t want to draw attention to our relationship but at the same time, I was glad we didn’t have to keep it a secret. Eventually, the rest of the cast stopped talking about it and got used to us being together. It was great because we could kiss and flirt during rehearsal without having to worry about it though. I mean, it wasn’t all great; there was still negative press and a few turned up noses but we didn’t care because we learned who to trust.

After a long rehearsal, it was nice to be able to cuddle up with him in his dressing room without worrying about anybody walking in. He’d lie on the couch and I’d rest my head on his warm, sweaty chest. I never even noticed because I was just as sweaty.

As we left rehearsal, we walked across the street to the diner. I didn’t even notice the car until it was right in front of us. It seemed like time slowed down for that split second. I felt his hand grab my arm with great force and pull me aside. I watched his eyes widen and suddenly close as I hit the pavement and the car hit him. The car didn’t stop. I ran to the middle of the road and leaned over him. He wouldn’t wake up. I screamed and cried until Bridget finally heard me. I just sat in the middle of the street, rocking back and forth with his head in my lap, waiting for him to wake up.

 

[FangBanger09]

Chapter 8​

I sat by his bed all night, waiting for him to wake up. I put the picture of us from the photo booth next to his bed.

I pulled my chair closer to the bed and laid my head on his chest, “You promised you wouldn’t leave, remember?”

I whispered, “Please just wake up… who else am I gonna look after?”

It wasn’t until sun up when I woke up. He was brushing his fingers through my hair, watching me sleep. I jumped out of my seat and started kissing him.

I started crying and hugging him, “I thought you weren’t gonna wake up!”

“I told you I wasn’t gonna leave you,” he kissed me.

We had to stay a little longer because he was still under observation. He had a broken leg and had to have a cast put on. When we left, the doctor told him to stay with me because he needed someone to look after him.

As the cab dropped us off, he rested his arm on my shoulder and I wrapped my arm around his waist. It took us a while to get up the stairs but eventually, we got there and I dropped him on my bed. I got him situated and then I got cleaned up… I still hadn’t taken a shower since we were at the hospital, plus I still reeked of the rehearsal sweat.

I sat on the bed and rested his head in my lap. I ran my fingers through his hair as he softly moaned under his breath like a cat purring. He slowly drifted off to sleep and I sat there until he woke up.

“You want some painkillers yet?” I looked down at him.

He sighed, “Naw, I’m good.”

“I’m gonna stay with you tomorrow,” I played with his hair some more.

“What are they gonna do without a lead?”

“They have understudies… plus, you don’t need them. You can find a better job when you get well.”
“Well, what are you gonna do? If you don’t show up tomorrow, they’ll kick you out of the production.”
I smiled, “I’m not really fond of most of them so I think I’ll live. Besides, if I can’t find another job, I’ll just go back to work at the diner.”

“You deserve more than that though,” he smiled at me.

For a few weeks, I’d fix him some food and serve him while he was in bed. At night, I’d just massage his chest and make him feel good. But, it was time for him to get back on his feet. We started going for short walks in the park and I usually just put my arm around him so he could limp on one foot until he got the hang of the other.

Sometimes we went swimming as a form of physical therapy. When we weren’t walking the shallow end, he’d pin me up against the wall of the pool and kiss my neck and mouth. It was even more exciting when we kissed under water.

Eventually he was back on his feet and we were back to our old lives, except we were both looking for jobs.
I lied on the bed with the lights turned off. The room was lit by the neon lights outside and the candles burning. He stood in the doorway with the phone in his hand.

He looked like he had something serious to say, “Hey… we need to talk.”

My smile straightened out, “Tell me you’re not about to say what I think you’re gonna say.”

“No, not that,” he sat on the bed and put his hand on my leg, “I just got a call from my agent.”

“Did he find you a job?”

“He found me an audition,” he said.

I was confused, “Well then why aren’t you happy?”

“It’s in California,” he ran his hand up and down my leg.

“Oh…” I thought for a minute, “I want you to take it.”

“Well don’t you wanna think about it a little more? I mean…”

“You’re very talented. You could be great and I don’t want to be holding you back. I know one day you’d regret it and I don’t want to be the reason.”

He looked in my eyes, “I’d never regret having you in my life.”

He leaned over me and I wrapped my arms around him, “Just promise me you won't meet some surfer and leave me.”

“There’s too much plastic and not enough brains out there. Plus, they can’t light a match to you,” he kissed me.

We spent the rest of the week with each other, kissing and holding each other. The kiss goodbye at the airport was almost 7 minutes long. I stared out the window until his plane was out of sight and waited for him to come back.

 

[FangBanger09]

Chapter 9​

It was a slow month. Everyday, I missed him more and more. I’d stare at the photo from the boardwalk and hug my pillow, imagining it was him. It’s stupid but it was the only way I could fall asleep.
I was trying to take my mind off of him so I’d go to auditions during the day and go to the clubs with Bridget at night. We’d go drink and dance all night. Or sometimes, we’d just rent a movie and drink. We’d laugh about everything and pig out on chocolate ice cream and fuzzy naval. We sat on the couch with our feet against each other, playing footsies in our socks.

My phone rang, “It’s Buddy!”

“Tell him I miss staring at his butt,” she giggled.

I laughed and I answered the phone, “Hey, sexy! I miss you!”

“I miss you too… are you drunk?” he laughed.

“Only a little,” I slurred, “Oh, and Bridget said she misses staring at your butt!”

We laughed and she shouted, “Hey, baby!”

He was laughing at how pitiful we sounded, “Wow, I’m glad you’re having fun. Listen, I just wanted to tell you that I’ll be back in 2 days.”

“Well, hurry. I wanna kiss you!”

“I’ll call back when you sober up, boosie… I love you,” he said softly.

“I love you too, baby,” I smiled.

Bridget shouted, “I love both of you guys!”

He laughed and kissed the phone. I kissed back and hung up.

As we continued our footsy game, she smiled at me, “I miss this. You used to be so fun until you got a boyfriend.”

I smiled, “Yeah… I love that man. I missed you too though.”

“I can’t believe you have a better boyfriend than me,” she slurred.

I laughed, “That would require you to have a boyfriend!”

“I’m depressed,” she groaned.

I got on top of her and tickled her, “Cheer up, you have me.”

“Stop,” she giggled and fought it.

She kissed me and I suddenly stopped.

I looked into her eyes in surprise, “What was that?”

“I don’t know it just happened.”

I looked at her for a second and kissed back. We made out on the couch for a while. I still loved Buddy but there was something so intimate about Bridget. She pulled my shirt off and then hers. We kissed in the hallway, walking to her bedroom. As we crashed down on the bed, I took her bra off. I kissed down her neck and on her breasts. She started moaning and things got more intimate. We got completely naked and under the covers. It was intense yet we couldn’t stop laughing. When we were finished, she kissed me again and we fell asleep.

In the morning, I rolled over and wrapped my arm around her. I realized what had happened last night and slowly woke up.

“Oh, my god,” I whispered.

She woke up, smiling, “Good morning.”

I rolled on my back, “I can’t believe we did that…”

“It wasn’t good for you?”

“That’s not the point. I’m in love with Buddy,” I sat up.

She sat up too, “Listen, it was just a one night stand. You don’t even have to tell him.”

“But I have to,” I closed my eyes and pulled the cover over my face.
“Well… did you enjoy it?”

“If I say yes, will you fix me some breakfast?”

She thought about it, “Sure.”

“Then yes,” I wasn’t lying though.

She got dressed and put on some bacon. I contemplated on whether or not I should tell him. I had a great time with Bridget but I knew that it was just sex… I just hoped Buddy would know too.
The next day, I stood in the terminal, watching one person after another walk by, waiting to see him. The second he appeared from around the corner, I could see that gorgeous smile. As he walked closer, I ran and hugged him. He nudged my chin up and kissed me. I missed his kiss, it was like coming up for air after being under water for a month. I hung my arms over his shoulders and he wrapped his around my waist. I rested my head on his chest and we just stood there until his luggage came by.

“I missed you so much,” he kissed the top of my head.

I held him closer, “I missed you too… I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he rested his cheek on top of my head. When we got back to the apartment, we just lied in bed for hours.

“So tell me the good news,” I said.

He sighed, “They got me a pilot right here in New York.”

I kissed his chest, “Thank God… I wouldn’t be able to take it if you had to move to LA.”

“So, what happened while I was gone?”

I hesitated, “I got a part in a play down the street. It’s not a musical, but Megan Dunwith is in it… so, hopefully it’ll be good.”

He kissed me, “I’m proud of you…”

“I need to tell you something,” I couldn’t take it anymore.We sat up and he put his hand on mine,

“What is it?”

“While you were gone, I… I did something that I’m not proud of.”

He looked at me, “Come on, you can tell me.”

I started crying, “I slept with Bridget. But it was nothing more than sex, we were both drunk and I didn’t know what I was doing! Please don’t…”

He took his hand off mine and stood up, “I just remembered… I have to go.”

As he left, I tried to stop him, “Please talk to me… I love you.”

 

[FangBanger09]

Chapter 10​

I was living in complete hell for a week. He wouldn’t answer my calls and he always pretended not to be home when I came over.

It was time to get back on my feet so I went to the cast read-through of my new play. I thought it would be a simple read-through but afterward, the producers took the cast out to dinner.

The restaurant was very strict about serving alcohol to minors so of course, I was the only one at the table who wasn’t drunk. Everyone else was engaging in little conversations amongst the people around them but I just sat and ate my fries.

Megan nodded for me to come sit by her so I walked around the table and sat in the seat next to her. She was my favorite Broadway actress so it was an honor for her to even notice me.

She smiled as I sat down, “You looked like you could use a drink.”

“Thank you,” I said as she handed me her glass.

“Now, you’re Buddy’s little boyfriend aren’t you?”

“I was,” I took a sip.

She was confused, “Well what happened?”

“It’s a long story but he hates me now and I’m pretty sure he’s never gonna talk to me again,” I looked down.

“Trust me; he can’t hold a grudge that long. You’ll be back together in no time,” she smiled.
Later that night, I turned off the light and went to bed. I was awakened by a horrible noise outside. I went to my window and saw drunken Buddy singing popular music of the 80’s in the street. I ran downstairs before someone called the cops.

As we got to my room, I dropped him on my bed and took off his shirt and pants. He touched my face and laughed.

I sat on the bed and held his hand, “What are you doing?”

“Touching your face… it’s so soft,” he slurred.

I grabbed his hand again, “I mean, why are you drunk?”

“I don’t want you to leave me,” he frowned.

I was confused, “But you left me.”

“And YOU stopped calling,” he sounded funny when he was drunk and trying to make a point.
I laughed, “Because you wouldn’t answer the phone…”

“But if you kept calling, I eventually would have answered.”

“You’re too much for me,” I kissed him as he fell asleep.

I lied my body on top of his and fell asleep. He snored all night. It usually would have annoyed me but I thought he was cute when he was drunk and I was happy that he came back.

When I woke up the next morning, he was sitting at the end of the bed with his clothes back on, “Hey.”
“Good morning,” I smiled.

He put his hand on my leg, “I forgive you.”

“Good… I missed your smile.”

He smiled and leaned over me. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him until we needed air.

 

[FangBanger09]

i just saw cheyenne on regis and kelly this morning. he made my heart melt. kelly is fubby but she best keep her hands to herself

 

[FangBanger09]

*funny* my mistake

 

[harry113]

Great pyro, Thanks.
I so hope they will stay together
More please
Harry

 

[FangBanger09]

ok guys, i think im gonna continue with this story! i know its been a while

 

[gaytxn09]

I just read the whole thing. Nice. Follow your dreams, dude. I should have kept up my music instead of letting my parents rule out music as a potential career for me. I wish you the best. xx