I Think I Could Love You Forever

Chapter 1: The Concert

"Nikita, Daddy's gonna see you after the concert, okay?" I said as I hugged the child goodbye, nodding in my mom's direction. "Thank you so much," I said to her as I grabbed my coat, going to greet Ani. "I'm surprised I actually got you out of the house!" She said, laughing. "It's the front row to a Dima Bilan concert, of course I'm going," Ani continued laughing as I put on my seatbelt, turning on the radio. "I wish I could've brought Nikita, but I don't think he'd do well with that many people," I said to her, a sad look on my face. "Sergey, for 3 years you've done nothing but sit at home watching him. Why don't you have fun for a change?" "Ani, you don't understand, that WAS my fun." We pulled into the parking lot, a crowd of people walking into the building. We got to our place, waiting for the show to start. "Woo!" Ani shouted as the dancers came out onto the stage. I looked at her, laughing, and got excited as I heard his voice. He started singing, everyone in the crowd getting excited. We all screamed the words to the songs, happy to have the opportunity to be here. Then halfway through the show he got off stage, coming towards Ani and I, making me try not to scream.

"Hey, what's your name?" He asked, Ani squealing. "S-Sergey," I answered, Bilan laughing. "And how old are you, Sergey?" I started blushing. "I'm 25..." He smiled, kissing the corner of my mouth before going back on stage. A bunch of the people in the crowd had recorded the whole thing, including Ani. "Oh my god!" I turned to her, the both of us squealing like 13 year old fan girls. He continued singing, but I noticed he would keep looking at me. At the end of the show we found the merch section and bought a few shirts, a CD, you know, what you do at a concert. Then we saw he was signing posters so we got in line. When it was our turn he seemed a little excited. "Enjoy!" He said with a smile, Ani and I laughing. When I looked at the poster I noticed he wrote his number on it. "Oh my god, Ani, do you think he likes me?" I asked her as I showed her the number. "Uh, fuck yeah! He even kissed you in the middle of the show." I was thinking about the concert on the drive back to my place, watching the videos that had already surfaced online. It was pretty awesome. And I was a TikToker so it was good exposure and more people watching my videos meant more money. "Thank you, Ani, for taking me to the show," I said as I grabbed my merch out of her car. "Anytime." She smiled at me before driving off, the picture of Dima fucking Bilan kissing me stuck in my head. I was greeted by my Mom when I came in the door, a smile on her face. "How was the concert?" She asked in a whisper tone, sitting on the couch with me. "It was good. If you open TikTok or Instagram a certain video might pop up... he also gave me his number..." "Who's 'he'?" I smiled, opening TikTok on my phone. I showed her the video, a shocked look on her face. "Dima Bilan kissed you and gave you his number?" "Yep." She hugged me. We talked a little more before going to bed. When I went to my room I just sat in bed, not really wanting to sleep. I looked at the poster, dialing the number.

"Hello?" He said from the other line, giving me shivers. "Hey, it's Sergey, from the concert?" "Oh, hey. I was hoping you'd call. I kinda wanted to ask you out, but I think the kiss and the phone number was a little too much considering the fact that I don't know if you're gay or anything-" "I'm gay." "Perfect!" We both laughed, a smile painting my lips. "So do you fall for fans a lot, or am I lucky?" He laughed, making me laugh too. "No, you're pretty special. And, I gotta say, I was shocked to see you there tonight. I'd been a fan of yours for a while now and I had no idea you listened to my music." "Wait, you knew who I was?" He sighed, giving me chills. "You have no idea how famous you are, do you?" "Well apparantly not!" I said before we both started laughing. "Nobody runs up to take pictures with me like they do you." He laughed. "So how's your son, I wanna say his name is, Nikita?" "Yes, Nikita. He's doing well. He's sleeping right now." "I figured, it's 1 in the morning!" I laughed, sighing as I pulled the blanket over my body. "So why are you still awake?" I asked him, turning onto my side. "I don't wanna sleep. What about you?" "Same thing. You already get 3 hours of sleep so I don't see why you aren't sleeping right now."

"We're on our way to a new city, but it's not that far, so I should still be able to take you on a date this Thursday, if it's a yes."

My heart started racing. Was he serious about taking me out? "Uhm, yeah, that sounds great." I wanted to scream... there's no way he was serious about that. "I have a question..." "Yeah?" "I know you haven't come out yet, but I was wondering if we ever get serious, would you consider coming out?" I smiled, sighing as I thought about it. "I guess I would. You're what I've wanted for 7 years." "I'll see you Thursday?" "Yeah. Goodnight."

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"Hey!" I said as I went to the table he was sitting at. "Hey," He pushed out the chair with his foot, a smile on his face as I sat down. We spent the night talking and eating, but mostly just talking. "Hey, you got something there..." He reached over, and, with his thumb, wiped something from the corner of my mouth. We kinda froze, the both of us chuckling awkwardly as he took his hand away from my face. "Can I take you someplace else after this?" He asked me while paying for dinner. "Uh, sure." We left the restaurant hand-in-hand, the both of us overfilled with joy. When we got in the car he kissed me, a wave of shock going through my whole body. I kissed him back, pulling away almost a minute later. "Do you know how long I've wanted to do that?" He asked as he started the car. "Is it weird that both of us had celebrity crushes on each other?" He laughed, pulling out of the parking lot. "Maybe it's fate." He drove to someplace I didn't know. At first I was a little scared, considering that it was in the middle of the woods, but I tried not to worry too much. He stopped the truck, opening the door for me. He took me to this area where there were tree stumps that were used for seats. "You're not gonna murder me, are you?" I asked him, scared of what he'd say. "What? Of course not!" We both laughed, Dima sitting down on the tree stump. "Come, sit here," He patted his lap, making me blush a bit. What surprised me the most was that I actually sat in his lap. He kissed my neck a little bit, holding me in a warm embrace.