Sparks Fly (A Paul Stanley Fanfiction)

Chapter One

I was still battling the heat as I walked down the hallway, where a KISS museum was there.

With permission from the band themselves, they displayed some of the old stuff from back in the day when KISS had their original members.

I still enjoyed the members they had now.

One moment later, I found a strange wardrobe.

It had a picture of Paul Stanley wearing his Dynasty outfit.

"That is my favorite outfit".

I thought to myself while smiling from ear to ear.

Suddenly, the door knob turned and the door slowly opened by itself.

"Huh"?

I bent down to look inside.

It was dark and seemed to be another way in the next room.

I could see a portal to a different world.

The past.

I looked back to see if no one was watching me, and when I found none, I crawled inside the tiny space.

The view around me changed quickly, and before I knew, I was standing in  someone's closet.

I quickly opened the door and jumped out, closing the door behind me.

As I walked to explore my surroundings, a crowd was waiting for something.

"It's him"! "There he is"!

A tall man with white face paint, a black star over his left eye, and red lips walked by.

He gave his famous smile as the girls pushed their way towards him.

I watched as the screaming got louder and louder.

"Thank you, I appreciate it very much".

Paul Stanley was blowing a kiss to his female fans, then he left to go somewhere else.

I curiously followed him.

He was going towards the next hallway as he soon saw the screaming fans.

"They really do love him".

I thought to myself.

Paul soon stopped and turned around to see a female behind him.

I quickly pretended to read my book.

He raised an eyebrow then he chuckled playfully.

I could hear his eight inch platform heels as he hovered over my own height.

"Hi..."

I looked and smiled at him.

"Hello..."

Paul sat down next to me as he watched me turn the page of my book.

"What'cha readin' about, sweetie"?

I handed him my book and he took it from me.

The title read Ghost stories of Tennesee.

"I've been there only once, and it's pretty much a prairie kind of place".

He looked at the picture of a little ghost girl.

"You like reading ghost stories"?

I looked up and nodded my head.

"Yeah, I love scary stuff like that".

Paul smiled again and then he got an idea.

"I know someone who is into the stuff about what you're reading".

I was confused, but curiously said:

"Who"?

Paul stood up and watched me close my book.

He smiled as he took my hand into his.

"Want me to show you"?

I smiled again.

"Sure".