Date: Tue, 08 Aug 2000 23:50:53 CDT
From: Chica
Subject: Shorties-Part 2
If you've read any of my other stories, you will notice I don't use made-up
people for main characters, but I thought up this guy and he is just way too
strange to not mention! O.K., you know the drill. *ahem*
I do not know the sexual orientation of any of the Backstreet boys.
Part 2-Grab a Snickers
"I still can't believe YOU get to go to Orlando! Wouldn't it be so cool
if you met one of the Backstreet boys?!" My kid (well, she's 15, but kid
enough for me) sister Sass said, rambling on yet again. How many fucking
times a day do I have to hear about the fucking Backstreet boys?!
"Oh yes. I would just LOVE to meet one of the Backdoor boys." I
replied sarcastically, fluttering my eyelashes.
"They are NOT gay!" Sass instantly replied. I smiled evilly.
" Everyone knows they like to fondle each other on all those *lonely*
nights. Especially that one guy, Dick?" I teased, making her even madder.
"Brash!! They are not!! Not my Nicky!" Sass cooed. My stomach turned
at her sickening behavior.
"Sass, if you don't keep talking, I'll miss my flight. If I miss my
flight, I will have to stay home. If I stay home, I'll be here ALL the
time..." I saw mom walk into the living room, so I edged closer to her
face. I whispered, "ALL the time. When you bring all your little dates
home, I will be in my underwear, and I will be eating cheese from a spray
can." I stated. I instantly raised my head, flashing mom a fake smile.
"Go." Sass stated quickly. I smiled, pecking her on the cheek.
"Now listen Brash honey: No drinking, no going home with strangers, no
late night partying, no smoking weed, no....."
"Mom, it's Orlando, not the ghetto! The worst that could happen is
getting molested by Mickey mouse or one of the Whack-it boys!" I stated,
dodging a hit from Sass. I walked out the door and drove to the airport for
my new future.
Damn airports. It takes fucking 1/2 an hour just to get the damn
ticket! I looked up at the overhead flight board. Flight 242 DELAYED.
Just my luck. I sat down on one of the chairs, reading a nearby teen
magazine. That's when I heard it.
"Oh my god! I just heard the Backstreet boys are going to be here!" A
blonde 12 year old started telling her other blonde friend.
"Shut up! I love Nick Carter! He is SO cute!" She squealed. I stood
up, feeling mystevious.
"Nick Carter isa fag." I simply stated.
"He is not!" They said at the same time, flames appearing in their
eyes. I smiled wickedly, enjoying their stupid hormone driven, lust filled
defense on their precious Dick.
"Oh lord, yes! Look at him! 100% gay! Why, if I could....."
"FLIGHT 242 IS NOW BOARDING." The intercom blasted. Music to my ears.
"That's my flight! Hope y'all get a life." I yelled over my shoulder.
I suddenly heard the voices of what seemed like a thousand teenage girls
yelling and five guys running to the airport gate. I rolled my eyes. Sass
really jinxes me.
After several minutes, I was able to site comfortably in my first-class
seating. People walked by but I ignored them reading an article on
suicide. Even when some guy in a hat and sunglasses sat next to me, I
ignored him and read my article. The guy talked with four others like him,
before speaking to me.
"So, you like the Backstreet boys?" The guy asked. I looked at him
like he had a purple dick on his forehead. What kind of fuck ass question
was that?!
"Hell no! They're all day and stupid to me. Why do you ask?" I told
him absentmindedly.
"Well, I saw it on the magazine cover and I thought you did."
"I get this through a subscription, so therefore I have no choice in
what they send me. My sister is the one that likes them, especially that
one guy, Dick."
"Excuse me?" He choked out.
"D-I-C-K. Let me know when it sinks in, K genius?" I shot back,
annoyed.
"The name is Nick. Nice to meet you Mr....." The guys took off his hat
and sunglasses, revealing the Blonde wonder himself. Taken aback a little,
I found the power to speak again.
"Brash DeLaCruz." I answered him.
"Brash is an interesting name." Nick complemented.
"So was yours until you corrected me." I told him.
"I don't find it interesting being compared to a male body part." He
stated.
"Maybe not to you." I muttered.
"So I take it your not a fan."
"It doesn't take a brain surgeon to figure that one out, much less a
dumb ass." I stated indignantly.
"I was just clarifying myself. So, why are you going to Florida?" He
asked.
"Getting away from family." I stated, getting a little irritated at
his questioning.
"Don't like them?" He asked.
"My sister is cool, although she loves you guys. Her name is Sass, or
that's what I call her." I stated.
"How did she get the nick name?" I smirked at the memory.
"Well, we drove all the way to Burbank to see you guys on the Jay Leno
show. We got our tickets and stood out there until it started. When we got
to go in, security told us we couldn't go in because Sass was only 13 then,
and only 16 and above could go. Then we saw 7 year olds get in because they
were V.I.P. Then Sass started chewing out all the security guards telling
them how we drove in the wee hours of the morning just to see them and how
it was unfair that 7 year olds could get in just because they were V.I.P.
The guards caved in and let us in. That's when I started calling her
Sass." I said.
"She is a determined fan." Nick stated.
"Determined is an understatement. She'll work her ass off to buy what I
call crap, which is stupid and pointless." I stated, knowing I was being
totally rude. I really did feel it was stupid for her to buy a CD that she
already knows all the songs by heart.
"Well, if you want I could sign something for her?" He asked. I
thought about it. Well, I could always mail it to her.
"Fine. I probably have a poster in here or something." I carelessly
replied.
"If you're not a fan, then why do you have a poster of us?" He asked,
looking curiously at me. Oh hell no he is NOT thinking that I am a
Backstreet queers lover.
"Believe me, in our household it's possible. One time in Junior high
one of my teachers found a picture of the one with the southern accent in my
bag. She gave this big lecture on how teenage girls....and
guys......ugh.....like boy bands like Backstreet, N Sync, 5ive, Boyzone.
Just one less lecture I need. After that everyone at school knew I was
bi....."
"YOU'RE BI?!" Nick exclaimed.
"Yeah. I don't really give a damn if you care either." I stated, proud
of my sexuality.
"Well, no. But that story is too funny!" He laughed. How fucking
corny is he? Um, stewardess? I need another seat. Please tell me the in
flight movie is coming on. I need salvation.
"Most guys don't like us." He stated matter-of-factly.
"Well, I'm one of them. I just don't picture me screaming my ass off
with a bunch of horny teenyboppers." I shrugged.
"I don't know why they love us so much." He stated sadly. Oh give me
a break.
"Beats me. I think it's a conspiracy myself, but whatever makes them
happy." I lightly stated.
"What makes you happy?" He asked, staring straight at me. Oh dear
lord. The blonde bitch is getting sentimental Bathroom.
"As much as I'd like to answer that, I have to go to the restroom." I
stated, getting out of my seat, nearly falling on top of him as I edged to
the aisle. I could feel his eyes on me until I got to the restrooms. As I
mercifully was able to be alone, I could hear someone grunt and I felt a
body fall on me, pushing me into the bathroom as I heard the sickening sound
of a lock. The mysterious dumb ass flailed around, trying to stand up. The
person clicked on the lights. Dick Blondie? Fuck a duck!
"What the hell are you doing in here?" I yelled at him, pissed that he
even dared to invade such a private place.
"Sorry! I needed to go, and all the others were taken. Then this huge
lady pushed me in here!" He explained quickly. I groaned inwardly.
"Well, I'll just leave you to your 'duties'" I stated, moving towards
the door and trying to open it. It wouldn't budge! Oh Jesus Christ o'
mighty Not this.
"Uh, dude, I've got good news and I've got bad news. The bad news is
the door is stuck." I stated.
"What's the good news?" He asked. I opened my mouth to answer, but
then I shut it again.
"I don't know. I've always wanted to say 'I've got good news and bad
news'." I explained. He tried to open the door but gave up and sank to the
floor. Great. What else could go wrong? Suddenly the overhead light
turned off. Me and my big mouth.
"What the hell did you do? This is no time for games!" I yelled at
Nick.
"I didn't do anything!" He yelled defensively.
"Attention passengers, the main power is out, but the back up generators
will be on shortly." A voice announced over an intercom.
"WHAT?! The power is out?!" I yelled freaking out a bit.
"Calm down, Brash. They said the generator will be on." Nick tried to
tell me
"I don't want the generator, I want the fucking power back on! I just
want to land in Florida an live at my new home! I don't like the idea of
being stuck in a closet with you, and I don't want to have to look at you!"
I yelled. I angrily sat on the toilet, head in hands. Three minutes later
a tiny red light came on. Oh how fucking convenient.
"You know, I've put up with your attitude this entire flight because I
thought it was rather amusing, but now I'm sick of it and you better shut up
before I hurt you." Nick coldly stated. Oh that's it. He's getting his
face punched in.
"My attitude? You haven't seen anything yet, honey. What the fuck am
I? A prostitute of humor, so to speak? Well Dicky, I personally don't give
a flying fuck whether you like me or not and you can shove your head up a
dog's ass for all I care!" I yelled at him, getting in his face.
"You know what? I think the reason you yell at me and say you hate me
so much is because you're afraid to admit you like me!" Nick suddenly
stated. Where the hell did that come from?
"You have a lot of gall to suggest something like that. You are so full
of yourself!" I yelled.
"Yeah, well, I've been around enough teenage girls to know. It kinda
comes with the job." Nick said. I averted my gaze to the floor. Oh why did
he have to have such nice eyes?
"Well, I bet you enjoy every minute of it." I said.
"True, who wouldn't?" Cocky, aren't' we? "But sometimes it gets a
little old."
"Well, you're way off bases with me, so just drop it." I stated.
"Why? Does it make you uncomfortable?" He asked, inching closer to
me. This is going way beyond the parameters of odd.
"No, why would it? I don't give a shit." I stumbled over my words. I
could just shove my own foot up my ass right now. He inched closer. You
know, this close he's not that bad looking. He's actually rather...fuck.
Now I'm turning away. I saw him sit down in front of me. Damn bathroom
just HAD to be small as a closet.
"I'm hungry." Nick whined. Oh please dear god don't whine, wonder
boy. Lord knows I'm already contemplating drowning myself the sink. My
stomach grumbled. Great, now my stomach decides to turn against me. It was
then I remembered the Snickers I bought before the flight. I reached in my
pocket. YES! I opened the wrapper and took a bite out of it.
"You have Snickers?" Nick asked. Oh hell no.
"It's mine, and I'm not sharing." I stated, taking a second bite.
Besides, even if I did share I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of
just handing it over. I closed my eyes for a second. When I opened them
Nick was standing inches in front of me.
"Wha-" I started to say before Nick leaned in and kissed me. His
tongue plunged in my mouth in a passionate kiss. His hands went in between
my legs, causing goosebumps to form. After a few more seconds, Nick let my
lips go and then I saw him chewing on the candy I had in my mouth and the
rest of the bar in his hand.
"Thanks." Nick stated, holding up my Snickers. The little bitch! No
way he was getting away with this one.
"You stole my Snickers!" I yelled incredulously.
"Yes I did!" He said triumphantly, giving me a cute smile. I was not
going buy it, though.
"What in the name of hell possessed you to do that?" I yelled
frantically.
"Well, I needed a way to kiss you and that seemed like the best way of
doing it. Besides, you know you liked it." He stated, taking a victorious
bite.
"Give me back the candy." I stated, pissed at his arrogance.
"Only on one condition. Admit you like me." He said simply, locking
his piercing eyes on me. What the fucking hell?
"I will not do such a crack ass thing like that!" I stated.
"Well, no candy. You know, you wouldn't be so hyped up over the
question if you didn't like me." He concluded. Just as I was about to say
another smart-ass comment, the door mercifully made the same locking noise
and I checked the handle. It's open! YES! I ran out of there, practically
pissing on myself in joy. I'm free, I'm free, I am free. I sat happily
back in my seat. Then to my amazement America's teen heart throb Dick
Blondie sat next to me. Fuck. I forgot about that.
"Thanks for telling me I could leave." Nick said sarcastically.
"Well, I thought you could figure it out what with the door open and
all." I fired back, rolling my eyes. I pulled a piece of paper out of my
bag and handed it to him
"What's this for?" He asked.
"Could you sign it for my sister?" I asked, keeping my eyes locked on
the window.
"Can I get your number?" He asked. Oh god no. I do not need your ass
stalking me.
"I don't have a phone hooked up, even if I did want to give it to
you." I stated.
"Do you know the address to your new home?" He asked.
"Why?" I asked incredulously.
"Because I love your attitude. You don't know how appealing it is!" He
stated. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Then I felt his lips on my ear
lobe, and then his hot tongue tracing around it. I sighed, not wanting to
admit I loved the feeling. I gave in and wrote the address out for him. As
I got off the plane, I couldn't help but think of him. I should eat
Snickers more often.