This is a new fanfiction I started writing. I had some ideas in mind and I just started writing. I don't know how many people are interested in a story like this and it will depend on the amount of reactions whether or not I'll continue it. I have a prologue and chapter 1 and part of chapter 2 written so far.

Anyway, some information about the story: it's a Hanson fanfiction and it's PG rated so far, though it will probably have some NC-17 / 18+ scenes in the future if I decide to continue it. The prologue is really there to introduce you to the subject the story evolves around.

I hope you enjoy it and leave messages so I know if anyone is interested in this or not !

[ prologue ]

In almost every interview way back in 1997 they asked us if we had girlfriends, if we had a crush on someone or if we ever had our hearts broken. I always told them the same thing; that I wasn’t interested in girls yet, which was true and still is true.

In 1997 I couldn’t care less about girls and dating and all the other stuff which my older brother Isaac couldn’t seem to stop thinking about. I was just focussing on the music, on having fun and on making sure not to get lost in the endless crowds of screaming girls. Those were the days where everything was still easy and uncomplicated. Not much more than a year later I did start to look around me. That’s when everything changed.

There were thousands and thousands of fans at every gig we did. You would say that there would be at least one girl there who made my heart beat faster and gave me butterflies and all the other typical in love feelings Isaac always talked about. However, to my great distress, there was no such girl. The only thing which occasionally made my heart beat faster was seeing a boy in the endless crowd of girls.

I told myself that I was crazy. That the only reason why seeing a boy in the crowd got me to feel like that was because we only ever were surrounded by girls. I told myself I was so used to seeing girls all around me that they just weren’t special anymore, but when we got home and were only surrounded by family and friends (both male and female) my eyes still fell on the boys that I saw. Though my head still refused to believe it, my heart knew: I didn’t like girls. I was gay and of course; I still am and always have been.

After my original confusion about my sexuality I was angry for a while. Angry with myself for liking boys, angry with God for making me like this and angry with all the boys that I felt even the slightest bit attracted to.

That anger soon got followed by acceptance. I was gay and there was nothing I or anyone else could do about that. I was okay with it now. I felt comfortable the way I was, but I didn’t want anyone to find out just yet. I knew telling my family would only complicate things and therefore they still had no idea. Things were just fine the way they were and I wanted it to stay that way. It was my secret and I hadn’t planned on telling anyone yet. But in life, things never turned out as planned.



Author's note: and no, it's not going to be hancest. Just so you know.