The Adventures of Darrian Arcenaux

Most people think the life of any pop superstar is awesome. Well, they're right. I mean, you still have those homophobic bastrds that think that just because you're gay, that you can't sing or produce good music or have hit records. Well, I proved that wrong. And don't forget those papparazzi scumbags, who are always creeping around trying to ruin your life to enhance theirs. But overall, being a celebrity is the life.

Oh! I guess I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Darrian Arceneaux and you've guessed it, I'm the popstar. I would say I'm pretty successful in this young career of mine. Seven Billboard #1 singles, a triple platinum album, and tons of award nominations (including two Grammy nods). And to think I've done all this and I'm only 19. Just turned 19 to be exact. I didn't win XFactor but I knew that wasn't the end for me. I took the first contract offer I was given and built my career around my two inspirations, Mariah Carey and Aaliyah.

 But all of this success doesn't guarantee complete happiness. I'm pretty much lonely. Now don't get me wrong, my family has been VERY supportive, but I need someone to love in another kind of way. There aren't that many gay celebrities in Hollywood, and the few that are are either taken or too much in the closet to be in an open relationship. It sucks knowing that I'm pretty much the only gay black singer right now.

One day, after a Chelsea Handler interview, I went to my apartment in New York and began to think about my past crushes and relationship (yes only one). The guy who I had a "relationship" with was closeted and had a girlfriend but wanted to get with me anyway. Let's just say after he used me for a blowjob, I wasn't too happy. I wanted a real relationship. One where me and him would be photographed walking down the street together and have it end up in US Weekly or where he would play my lover in one of my videos instead of some arrogant straight douchebag. I just wanted someone to share my happiness with.

I certainly did not think I would have time to go man searching. With all the interviews, award shows, and recording sessions coming, I wouldn’t have time to do anything. I had a week of vacation coming which I was going to spend back home in North Carolina to visit my family and jot down a couple of songs for my new album. I was too deep into thinking that I had not realized that my phone was ringing.

“Hello.” I answered.
“Darrian, this is the record executive at Ethereal Records and I really like the three songs you’ve recorded for your new CD so far. But, I think that I’ll Love You For A Long Time could use a rap verse from someone.”
“Umm…” I replied. “I don’t know any rappers who would at the moment. This single is to be released in a month and two days .I don’t think I can pay a rapper to come and record a verse at the last minute.”
“Well,..” He began. “If you can’t find a featured rapper, then the single will be shelved and not be distributed as a single.” And with that said, he simply hung up.

“Great! Just great!” I started thinking to my self. How am I supposed to squeeze in finding a rapper who would willingly risk his reputation to rap in one of my songs, in my busy schedule. All I could do was sigh.
I spent the next two days searching for “already famous” rap artists who could help me out, but all of them were swamped up in their schedules as well. And that’s when it clicked. All of those wannabe rappers from back home who are just waiting for their big break. I could use one of them. I decided that that would be my other while I’m home, to find someone to make a guest appearance on this single.

Fast forward to when I’m home, and I happen to go in the grocery store and stumble upon Cameron Parsons. Now Cameron was one those rappers that I was talking about, but he was actually cute and he had potential. He was tall but too tall, nice hair, light skinned (not that really care), and those beautiful pink lips of his are to die for. He was basically the first guy I’ve ever had a crush on, but I figured that he was straight. He was perfect, I thought as I approached him.

“Hey Cameron!” I said, maybe a little too excited.
“Hey Darry what are you doing here?” He responded.
“I’m here to ask a favor of you.”
“Yeah, what is it?”
“Well I need a rapper on my new song that’s going to be released next month.”
“And let me guess.” He said. “You want it to be me.”

“Will you?” I asked, while trying my best to make some sad puppy dog eyes.
“Listen Darry, if this one of those tricks you gay guys pull when you wanna turn a straight guy queer, don’t even come my way.”
“What?!?!” I asked perplexed. “Where did that come from?”
“Darry, don’t play stupid. I know you had a crush on me back during high school.”

“How did you know?” I asked.
“I could tell by the way you flirted with me, and by how whenever you had something to say to me, it was either said with sarcasm or with attitude. It was a little elementary if you ask me.” He said while laughing.
“Wow!” was all I could get out.
“But yeah I’ll help with your song.” He said smiling.

So we exchanged numbers and all of that good stuff and bid goodbye to one another until we met again.
Two Weeks Later:
Cameron and I were on our way to the airport to head NYC for a recording session. We laughed, joked, and talked about everything from high school memories to Mortal Kombat. I didn’t know whether it was reality or just my imagination, but I got the feeling that Cameron was flirting with me. He was being a little too touchy feely. But nonetheless, I let slide by as my imagination.

After about a few more hours we were finally at my place in New York getting settled in. Neither of us were ready to go to sleep, so I offered to give him a “tour” of New York. We stopped by a little Chinese place (I LOVE Chinese food) on the way back to my place. The “re-recoding” of “I’ll Love You For A Long Time” was the next morning so we got some sleep.

The recording session went great as expected, besides having to help Cameron with a few of his nerves. But other than that, everything else was good. Night time had fallen and Cameron had called me from my bedroom into the guest room to talk. I figured it was something business related, but, it was something totally unexpected…..

“Hey Darry, can I tell you something?” Cameron asked.
“Yeah, anything.” I answered.
“Remember all those times I picked on you in middle school and made you feel bad?”
“Yeah…..” I answered back.

“Well, it wasn’t because I hated you.” He began, “I had the biggest gay crush on you, back when we were like 12….And I was too deep in the closet to tell you…..and I’ve never been able to….”

He didn’t even get the chance to finish. I pounced on him and immediately began kissing his soft, juicy lips. The moment was full of lust and passion as he shoved his tongue in my mouth and it began to intertwine with mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist and allowed my crossed feet to rest comfortably on his bubble butt. I began to pull his shirt off, showing his nice toned stomach, when all of a sudden, he stopped and gently pushed me off of him.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, majorly disappointed.
“We can’t do this, not like this.” He said.
“I thought this was what you wanted.”
“It is what I want, but this is moving way too fast!” He replied back. “We shouldn’t lose our virginities like this. It should be something more romantic, or special.”
“You’re a virgin?” I asked, definitely surprised. Cameron was so hot and sexy, it was hard to believe that he hadn’t taken some chick (or in this case, dude) to pound town.
“Yeah.” He said.

He was right though. We should wait to become sexually active in our “relationship (he was still in the closet.)” We cuddled and fell asleep in each other’s arms, after talking about any and everything that came to mind.

The next few months were like paradise, Cameron came out and earned himself a recording contract. We sort of became the “It Gay Couple.” He was so kind, considerate, and caring. The good times, ended, however. Our schedules had become so overwhelmed that we barely had time to see each other. Doing a lot of promotion for my new album and the fact that I had to film a movie overseas for the next two months didn’t help at all. We only saw each other two or three times a month at most.

The day that filming was to begin had approached quickly, and before we knew it, Cameron was kissing me goodbye at the airport. It was bittersweet, as I was excited to be filming my first movie, but I was sad to know that I’d be away from everyone for two months. As I boarded the plane, I got a nauseating feeling that something terrible was going to happen…..