Fighting This =LGBT= Sample

Chp 1 The Fighter

(pic is Stefan)

"Stefan! Come on the press is waiting. We don't have time for this." Stefan rolled his eyes at his spastic manager. Lola Monroe was a little short redheaded woman who had the attitude of an amazon and the cahones of a gladiator. Stefan smiled and shook his head at her incesant nagging and wrote down the last line that had been in his mind on his little note pad and then capped his pen.

"I'm coming Lo." Stefan slid out of the car and kept his eyes down as the flashing cameras blinded him for a few moments. He felt that tingle of anxiety creep through his body and gave a sheepish smile and raised his hand and waived.

He still wasn't used to this. It was only 4 monthes ago that he had been "discovered" by Lola Monroe and brought to Los Angeles. He was still surprized every time one of his 3 singles was playing on the radio.

He was also still getting used to Lola insisting he dress in designer clothes. That was all kinds of different for him. Adjusting his glasses on his nose he stood beside Lola so that the press could get a few pictures.

She was in all the high end stuff that he couldn't remember the names of. Her dress clung to her all black. The heels that were like stilts kept her from being too short and her long red hair was up in an elegant up do. She was well known in the business and he was damn lucky that she was his manager.

For some reason Lola had taken a shine to him and even confessed that he reminded her of her younger brother Taylor who was currently over seas.

Stefan heard one of the press call out his name. "Stefan! Stefan what are you wearing?"

Stefan felt his cheeks heat up as he forgot the names of the designer who made his clothes. He stood in dark skinny jeans and a longer white tanktop, over that was the leather jacket that he actually really liked. It was black on the outside and red on the inside with a red hood. His black plastic frames sat on his slightly upturned nose helping to hide the slight panic in his golden amber eyes. "Uh..." He felt like such a lame idiot and was about to turn to go in with Lola and ignore the question when another person from the press called out.

"Aren't all gay guys suposed to know fashion?" It was said with a bite and Stefan blushed deeply and felt Lola's hand on his arm.

Stefan knew that some people still like to try to make a scanal about his orientation but in this day an age he thought people would get over it. So he did what Lola had taught him. He used his charm. "Oh well, I really hope they don't revoke my membership." He let out a little chuckle and waived as he walked into the event with Lola smiling.

"You did great Stef." Lola was in her 30's and she pats his arm and gives him a nod. She steers him towards the arena and he feels a bit self consius.

"Hey, Lo. Why exactly are we at a fight like this? I'm supposed to be a singer not a fighter." Stefan asked as they went to find their front row seats by the ring.

"Oh Stef. You silly boy. What do I keep telling you?" Lola's smooth voice replied as she Sat down and checked her phone which was her lifeline.

"Uh, That you always know what's best?" He asked as he sat down with her and ran his hand through his brown locks.

"Exactly." Lola said as if that was the end of the conversation. She did that alot. Ending conversations when they obviously weren't finished with quips like, 'because I said so' or 'I know always know best' or 'Exactly'. It was kind of leaving Stefan feeling like a kid instead of the 20 year old he really was.

"Could you vague that up for me abit?" Stefan rolled his eyes and looked over and around him seeing that he was actually sitting near some high list celebrities. He saw one of his favorite actors and instantly sat up straighter. "I take it back. You're amazing. Oh my god Lo that's Brick Hanson! He was in Highly Dangerous with Cody Maverik. That was the coolest movie."