Title: Love is Blind

Author: Mystic

E-mail: vanilla_fantasy99@yahoo.com

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Archive: List archives are fine anyone else just ask

Rating: G-NC-17

Pairing: Chris/Joey

Status: complete

Parts: 1 of 3

Summery: Joey is a huge star. Chris is his assistant. Chris is madly in love with Joey. Joey is a little blinded. Will he see is before its to late.

Warnings: attempted suicide.

Chris stood off to the side of the stage. He watched Joey on stage gyrate and sing for the screaming fans. ‘I wish I could have him. He is so gorgeous and prefect.’ He sighed and clutched his folders and papers tighter to his chest. ‘He is never going to see me for anything more then his shy and backward assistant.’ He stood and watched Joey till the next to the last set. He hurried back to the dressing to get it ready for when Joey came back.

Pushing open the door he saw a tall leggy blonde standing there. He looked oddly at the blonde, “Um.. Can I help you?” He watched the blonde turn around sharply almost dropping the rose he had in his hand. He sighed. Joey had one of these after every show some tramp thinking they could get lucky with the superstar Joey Fatone. To Chris’s disappointment they usually did.

The blonde introduced myself, “I am Cameron Standsbury. I was hoping I could meet Joey. He is so sexy and gorgeous.” He stopped and sighed. Smiling dreamily he asked, “You think its possible that I could met him. I promise not to tell anyone.”

Chris sighed and rolled his eyes. “I don’t know. Why don’t you wait outside and when he comes back I will talk to him and if he says yes then I will come get you.”

Cameron frowned, “This isn’t a brush off is it? I’m not going to be standing out in the hall like an ass waiting for nothing am I?”

Chris shook his head, “No I really will talk to Joey about it. Just stand out in the hall and I will come get you.”

Cameron smiled and hugged Chris, “Thanks man.” He stepped back and walked out the door.

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Joey walked off stage from the most keyed up concert of the entire tour. Walking quickly back to his dressing room he noticed a leggy blonde standing against the wall. He smiled at the blonde and thought, ‘Ahh.. My after show treat.’

Pushing open the door he saw Chris looking over some papers. He smiled, ‘I couldn’t ask for a better assistant.’ Walking over and sitting his chair he spoke to Chris, “Hey man! What did you think of the show?”

Chris looked up from the papers he had been reading and blushed, “It was great Joey. Like always.” He sighed and brought up the subject that broke his heart, “You have a guest. He is standing outside.” He felt like he could cry when he saw Joey’s eyes light up. He sighed and looked at the ground gathering up his papers and folders he hugged them to his chest. “I’ll just go get him.”

Joey reached his hand out and placed it on Chris’s shoulder. “You okay man. You look a little down in the dumps.” He watched Chris move away from his touch. This bothered him a lot. “Is there something wrong?”

Chris continued looking at the ground and shook his head; “No Joey there is nothing wrong.” He walked over to the door and motioned the blonde, known to him as Cameron, in. As he walked in Chris walked out just before shutting the door he turned and looked at Joey. He sighed and let the tears off as he looked at Joey kissing yet another nobody.

Joey opened his eyes just as Chris looked away from the mirror. He swore he saw tears and sorrow in those shy, pretty brown eyes. He sighed, ‘Why does that make me feel lower then scum on someone’s shoe?’ He felt the young man, who had introduce himself as Cameron, start kissing his neck. He closed his eyes and tried to lose himself in the moment of lust but when he closed his eyes he saw a very upset looking Chris leaving the room. As he thought about it he realized every time Chris let the latest trick in he would leave looking hurt and betrayed. ‘What does this mean? Does he have feelings for me? Better question Do I have feelings for him?’

Sighing again he pushed the young man away, “I am sorry I can’t do this. I am truly sorry but I can’t. There is something I need to think about tonight and I don’t have time to play.” He sighed at the hurt in the kid’s eyes. “I am sorry. Its just I have a lot on my mind right now.”

Cameron backed away, “Okay I understand. If you are ever around here again look me up.” Walking out the door he shut it tight behind him.

Joey sat and looked in the mirror. Talking aloud he asked himself, “Do I have feelings for Chris?” He sat and thought for what must have been hours but in reality it had only been a few minutes. Suddenly something clicked in his head and Joey leap from his chair and raced toward the bus he shared with Chris.

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Chris slowly made his way to the bus he shared his Joey maybe for the last time. He thought about all the nights he spent by Joey side helping through the pressures of being famous. ‘Why can’t he see me for more then the shy backward assistant? Just once I would love to be one of those tricks. It wouldn’t be the love and commitment that I want but at least I would get to be with Joey just once.’

Signaling to the driver to open the bus he climbed on. “Evening Tom.” His voice was hollow and down.

The driver smiled and said, “Evening Chris heard the concert was another success.” He frowned when Chris just nodded. He sighed, “Joey with another one of his fan club members?”

Chris nodded and started to cry.

Tom stood up and hugged the little man that he loved like a son. “I am sorry Christopher. He’ll come around sometime and notice you. He maybe blinded now but he won’t be forever.”

Chris stepped back and smiled sort of, “Thanks Tom.” When Tom nodded Chris walked past him back to the living area. He shut himself in the tiny bathroom looking for the little bottle of pills that he kept hidden. He never figured suicide to be the answer to his problems but now he didn’t see any other choice.

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Joey raced from the building at full speed not even taking time to sign autographs for the waiting fans. He waved his arms like a manic at Tom to open the bus doors. He jumped in as soon as the door opened. He stooped and put his hands on his knees. He panted and gasped for air.

Tom stood up and patted Joey on the back. “Jesus son you okay. You’re running like you got hell hounds on your tail. What the matter?”

Joey stood up and through his panting he said, “I…need…Chris. Where…is…he?” He gulped for more air. He hadn’t run like that since gym class in high school.

Tom pointed toward the back, “You figure it out son?”

Joey looked at Tom quizzically then understanding dawn in his eyes, “You knew all along that Chris liked me?”

Tom shrugged, “Poor boy need someone to talk too.” When Joey didn’t move to go find Chris he said, “What are you waiting for boy? An engraved invitation?”

Joey shook his head and took off toward the back.

Tom smiled and shook his head, “Well now maybe thing get to some kinda order around here.”

TBC…….