My Funky Avatar - 1. Chapter 1

This is a work of gay erotic fiction. All similarities in real life including the band are unintentional and purely coincidence. This work is copyrighted by the author and may not be copied or distributed in any form without the written permission of the author, who may be contacted at:minkiason@yahoo.com

MY FUNKY AVATAR part 1

“Come on, Ryan, you know you want to,” Sam encouraged me, waving in front of my face two tickets to the concert of Avatars, our favorite band.

“As much as I would like to, Samantha,” I sighed and bowed my head, “I got lots of things to do. Besides, don’t you have a boyfriend? It’s his responsibility to go with you in cases like this, you know.”

“Do I smell jealousy here?” Sam asked playfully. “I may have a boyfriend but you still are my best friend. Lawrence will be out of town for the weekend, so I guess I’d take you instead for some quality time.”

She puffed her cheeks and stared at me with her puppy eyes, trying to change my mind. But that won’t happen, since I already had plans. I regretted having to pass up an opportunity like that, though. She was pouting when I returned my gaze to her.

“Thanks for the offer, Sam,” I apologized, “but Mr. Gonzales will fire me if I filed another absence, especially on a weekend where we usually get busy.”

“You’re using your job again as an excuse, eh,” she said, disappointed. Then, she looked at me and flashed a bright smile as if she won the lottery or something. “You don’t have to worry about that. I’ve taken care of it.”

“What do you mean? Do you plan on having someone to work in my place?” I asked her sarcastically.

“No, you idiot,” Sam replied. “I requested your boss to give you some free time, that’s all. Ryan, you’ve been working your ass off since you started almost a year ago and I think you deserve a break. Mr. Gonzales agrees with me, too.”

“Is there a male out there you can’t manipulate to do your will, huh?” I conceded. I could see how dangerous Samantha really is. She’s beautiful and intelligent. The worst part is, she knows it, and she flaunts it.

“I believe he’s not born yet,” Sam said proudly. “By the way, we need to bring their CDs if we want to get them signed. The members of Avatars are all hot, you know. I don’t mind being close to them.”

“Whatever,” I shrugged. I actually had a list of excuses on my mind but dismissed all of them, knowing that against my best friend, it’s futile. My plans, therefore, were also put aside.

“Okay, Ryan,” she waved as she walked away. “I’ll see you on Friday night.”

A faint smile formed on my lips when I knew she was gone. I identified the feeling as excitement. I was beginning to think I could actually enjoy a major event such as this one, especially where it involves my favorite band.

I was feeling nervous when Friday afternoon came, like I’m a girl going out on her first date. Frankly speaking, it was my first date. I really was not the social type. This didn’t necessarily mean I didn’t have friends; it’s just that I prefer spending time alone. However, not going to occasions where you mingle with others meant that my fashion sense is more than obsolete.

“Sam here,” my best friend said when I called her up.

“You need to help me with my clothes,” I complained. “It’s Ryan.”

“I know,” her voice filled with confidence. “Sometimes I wish you were gay so you could be independent on things like this.”

“Oh yeah, that’s why I’m asking a gay woman like you to help me out,” I chuckled. I knew she was joking on that last remark, and I knew she would be annoyed with mine.

“I am about to go to your place anyway, to make sure you bring your Avatars CD,” she said. “I’ll meet you in a few. Bye.”

I looked at my reflection on the mirror in my room. There’s not much to say, because, well, I looked ordinary. Samantha told me I’m handsome but I knew she said that to control me. I realized that she had been successful penetrating my life since now we’re best friends. Aside from her, no one ever gave a comment on how I was physically, and maybe that’s because I always maintained this introvert attitude.

I turned my gaze at the Avatars poster on my bedroom wall and that’s what I’ll call handsome. Even for a straight guy like me I knew when I see a hunk. I thought that if I were gay I’d fall for one of them, but since I’m not, that’ll leave me as an ordinary die-hard fan.

It took only ten minutes before Sam was in my front door, and the moment I opened it she headed straight to my bedroom, without speaking a word. She began picking what clothes I should wear for the concert.

“Are you still mad at me?” I asked while offering her a glass of iced tea.

“Nope,” she replied, not averting her eyes. “It’s because we’re going to be late if we don’t hurry up. Remember to put your CD in my bag.”

I obeyed her like a loyal pet. She ordered me to put on this and that and smiled with what she saw. I guessed I had been brainwashed.

“Where’s your CD?” she asked me for the final time while we headed out the door.

“It’s in your bag, my queen,” I answered sarcastically. I knew she was excited. We both were.

After the Avatars’ concert, my heart was racing. It was as if I stopped breathing from the time they started. Sam and I shared contented looks, the excitement in our eyes not yet fading. I was glad that I came along with her; I never had much fun in my life. It’s not that I’m a boring person, though. I’m just a little uptight.

Right now, I could not contain myself. It was near perfect for me. I loved the concert very much. I loved their songs, I loved their costumes, I loved their spill, I even loved the darkness in between their numbers. Damn, I just love those guys, to put it simply, and like I told you before, I was a die-hard fan.

I and the rest of their followers gathered upon the hallway where they would hold their autograph signing. Samantha laughed while she told me I was the only male in the group, but I was too preoccupied in getting my CD signed rather than getting embarrassed.

A series of screams and shrieks told me they had arrived. Being a male did have its benefits, for I was able to see them without any distraction because of my height. I’m not that tall anyway, just 5’8”, but it was enough to make me see over hundreds of girls’ heads in front of me.

The Avatars were composed of four members: Adam, the vocalist, with his jet black hair, every dark brooding eyes and raspy voice, and my favorite Avatar as well; Mitch, the lead guitarist, who was bald and had a tribal tattoo on his shoulder; Lucas, the bassist, who had his hair turned into spikes; and Wolf, the drummer, with his blue eyes and long, grayish hair, which was obviously dyed. All of them were really good-looking, and I believed it was one of the factors they had millions of fans aside from the fact that their music was very profound and versatile.

“Let’s go, Ryan,” Sam pulled me, squeezing through other girls in the process. “Do you want your CD signed or not?”

At this point in time, I was very eager to do that. I simply replied a nod, and my best friend immediately knew my answer.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, almost jumping while we coursed through the crowd. I, on the other hand, was continually apologizing to other fans that Sam had pushed. “They’re all hot! I can’t believe they look twice as good in person as in TV or in pictures!”

Just when I turned my gaze to them, Adam turned to our direction, and our eyes met for the first time. Even from a distance, I could feel the heat rushing through my body caused by that contact. He smiled, at ME!!! I had never been intimidated by another guy except for him. Was I developing feelings towards him? Was I becoming gay? I thought for a moment and realized it was just the overwhelming respect and adoration I had for him as a fan that made me feel that way. I let out a sigh of relief.

I had never felt these many emotions in one night, and my head was already spinning. Maybe it was only I who thought he was smiling at me. And if he did, it warmed my heart that two people who were worlds apart, could, by fate, become friends.

When I looked back at Adam, he was already signing his fans’ paraphernalia, and I noticed that a line was already formed for the audience so that order could be maintained. As of the moment, I needed nothing except their signatures on my CD. Fortunately, all the pushing and squeezing Sam and I did a while ago landed as a good spot early on the line.

“We’re finally getting what we came here for,” Sam giggled excitedly, seeing we were getting closer and closer to the Avatars. Then it suddenly dawned on me why she picked me instead of her boyfriend to go with her. Lawrence would certainly die out of jealousy.

“Yeah,” I said. “I guess I’m lucky to be here with you. Thanks, Sam. It was really a wonderful experience for me.”

“No problem,” she smiled, “there’s no harm in doing this stuff, you know. You should get out more often. You’re living like a hermit in your dirty apartment.”

“Maybe I should,” I responded acceptingly.

We stopped talking when five people remained before us. Samantha and I were fuming with anticipation, our eyes focused on the group more than anything else. Then I realized there were also reporters and cameramen on the scene, since the band’s fame had reached national status. In my mind, only the Avatars were there and the rest are background.

I almost died of embarrassment when Sam pushed me to get my CD signed first. My knees were weak and shaking I almost fell. I managed to hold on to the table before falling completely. I could see cameras flashing and fans laughing and that increased the shame I felt tenfold. I looked up and saw the Avatars red-faced from trying not to laugh. They were not good people I believed they were, and my embarrassment was replaced by anger. At least, I thought, before I storm off, I could have them sign my CD. I tried to regain my composure and forced a dry smile. I won’t turn my back.

“Hey, are you ok, dude?” Adam’s raspy voice made me soft again. Something in it told me his concern was genuine. I didn’t know how he made my anger disappear in an instant, but I was glad he did it anyway.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I retorted, handing him my CD. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Haven’t met you before,” he said, looking up at me from where he was sitting. My eyes met his and I found myself drowning in those almost black pools. “Hey, what’s your name?”

“It’s Ryan,” I replied, and I learned he asked my name so he could write it on my CD, and not for other reason whatsoever. “So you know individually each of your million fans?”

“Not really,” he answered, smiling at me. “Just the ones who stand out.”

I frowned at what he said. Was it because I was the only male here or was it because I was stupid enough to fall down? I thought it was both. Then, he winked at ME!!! I felt my legs were going numb again. What was that about?

“Uhmm, excuse me but,” Sam interrupted, “could I take a picture of both of you, together?”

Before I could say no, Adam was on his feet and made his way beside me. Damn, he was fast. He placed his arm on my shoulder like we’ve been best friends for an eternity. I was trembling. I had never been this close to a celebrity before, and my first encounter would be that of my idol. I had butterflies in my stomach, but I knew it felt good.

Adam was taller than me, about 5’10”, and up close, I could tell he was ruggedly handsome. His body was very warm and I felt myself melting under his strong arms. He smelled nice, too. His cool and raspy voice sent shivers down my spine when he said, “Shoot whenever you’re ready.”

And frame by frame, the next events had been stored in my memory, like the photographs from Sam’s camera. Adam tensed up and turned me to him, our faces dangerously close to one another. I could feel his hot breath and noticed he was breathing heavily. I was frightened and captivated at the same time when I looked in his dark eyes. I was frozen, waiting for him to make the next move.

“I have dreamed of you,” Adam whispered, holding me firmly as if I was unreal or I would runaway. “I finally found you, my soul mate.”

Was he joking? Did he just call me his soul mate? But then again, I thought my mind had been playing tricks on me since the concert started, causing me to see these hallucinations or whatever they are.

Adam finally closed the space between us and our lips met for the first time. It was tentative at first but became passionate by the second. But through it all, I felt his love. Our kiss lasted for what I thought was forever until I heard the audience gasp. I looked at Sam and she couldn’t believe what she saw either, her mouth wide open. When we were kissing I felt as though there were only the two of us. But now I knew otherwise.

I then realized Adam was still holding me, and his eyes were closed, like he was cherishing the moment. And more to my embarrassment I did the unthinkable for an 18 year old guy like me- I fainted in his arms.

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