Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2000 14:17:00 -0800 (PST)
From: AJ B <ajsaysyourefired@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Sixth Backstreet Boy 10

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thanks for the notes. i will try to get each part up
as soon as i can, ok? authours note: this story is
pure and complete fiction ive created in my head. it
never happened. i need to shout out to my supporters
too. Micki, amber, vanessa, coyla, keith (fruitcake)
love lots, yo-yo (me).

new scene..

The next night, we were in the dressing room, getting
ready for our concert, when somebody knocked.

"Yello?" I opened the door. "Oh, hey Bri!"

"Hiya." He said. "Mind if we join ya `fore we take our
seats?"

"Sure." I opened the door to allow him and Nick in.

"Hi." Brian said to the others.

"Hi." Jc said.

"Hello," Lance said. Chris nodded at them, and Joey
didn't take notice.

"So, what's the show going to be like?" Nick asked me.

I shrugged. "Singin' and dancin' and laser lights.
Basic boy-band concert."

He nodded seriously. "Yup, we know all about that."

"Brian?" Lance called.

"Yo!" Brian looked around to him.

"Do you know Justin's gay?"

Brian blinked. "Um...well, if I didn't, I do now."

"Did you?"

"Um...uh..." he glanced at me. I nodded. "Yeah. He
told me." B-Rok admitted.

"You won't tell anyone?" Lance asked.

"Naw...but, uh, Nick kinda didn't know until you just
brought that up..." Brian pointed out.

"You're gay?" Nick asked me.

"Um...yup."

"Oh. I had no clue." He nodded. "Well, I guess I could
kinda tell, cause I can tell when another man is
gay...and let me tell you," he whispered in my ear.
"You and Brian and I are not the only gay ones here."

"Huh?" I said. I looked at Brian, who nodded to
confirm.

"C'mon, we gotta get ready." Jc said. "We'll see you
guys in the audience?" he looked at Brian and Nick.

"Yup." They nodded. The skee-daddled and *Nsync went
on stage.

After the show, Brian and Nick showed up in the
dressing room for a sec to say g'bye, and then they
had to leave. Brian promised to call me tomorrow about
what they were doing and if I could come.

Us *Nsync people went back to our hotel. We gathered
in Chris's room, and ordered pizza.

"Well," Lance said to me. "Seems like you and them
Backstreet Boys are getting awfully close."

I dropped my eyes and shrugged. I wasn't supposed to
talk unless I was told to.

"Got an answer for that?" Chris said.

"They're my friends." I said simply.

"Oh reeeeally." Lance said.

"Friends with benefits." Joey snickered.

The pizza came and they continued razzing me. For the
most part I ignored them except when they demanded
commentary. Brian said I should be mad at them and
turn them in for assault and battery. He wouldn't take
it if it was him. He struck me as the type of person
who would give anyone a mouthful and a half of words
back if they said anything to him. He wouldn't let
anyone push him around. He was a really cool guy. I
wish I had his confidence. Then again, his bandmates,
his best friends/brothers, didn't beat the hell out of
him and make him feel so bad and sad he felt like
crying, wanted to cry. Sigh.

The phone woke me up the next morning. My neck ached.
I had fallen asleep sitting upright in a chair. Real
bright, Timberlake.

"Mmmph...yello?" I answered groggily.

"Hi Justin!"

"Ugh! Too early for cheerfulness!" I groaned at Brian.

"What? Early? Open your eyes boyo, it's ten-thirty!"

"That's early to me!" I protested.

He laughed. "Willing to go somewhere fun with us
today?"

"Mmmm...where and when?"

"Um...well, we're probably going either swimming or
having a picnic. If it's swimming, um, probably
shortly after lunch. Picnic, an hour before
lunchtime."

"Why not do both? Get the most out of your day off." I
suggested, while yawning. "Go swimming, break for
picnic lunch, play basketball or something, them more
swimming."

"Cool idea. Why didn't I think of that?" he said
rhetorically. "Hang on a sec." He spoke quietly to the
others in his band while I yawned again and tried
(unsuccessfully) to crack my neck. "Justin?"

"Yelp."

"Yup, that's what we'll do." B-Rok said cheerfully.
"Want to come?"

"Sure. We have a day off until 9:30 pm, when we take a
flight to Atlanta."

"Great. We'll pick you up in an hour. Bring some
swimwear, clothes, sunscreen, a towel, and if I were
you, I'd bring some money j/i/c. You never know when
you'll need it."

"Touche." I nodded. (Like he could really see me-shows
how truly awake I was, huh.) "Okay. One hour. I'll be
ready."

"Okay. See you then." He said, and ended the call. I
placed the receiver back on the cradle, yawning again.

"See who when?" Jc said, coming in.

"See B-Rok in an hour." I scratched my stomach and
glanced around for my suitcase to change.

"Oh really?" Jc said. "And just where do you think
you're going?"

"Swimming."

"Swimming? Who's going swimming?" Lance came into Jc's
and my room.

"Well, apparently, Justin's going with the Backstreet
Boys." Jc folded his arms.

I picked up my suitcase and pulled out my trunks, a
t-shirt and shorts, some sunblock and a credit card.
"What's the big deal?" I said.

"Why do you want to go?" Chris snapped.

I shrugged. "Something fun to do. Brian invited me and
I want to go."

"Yeah, so you can see all the guys half naked." Lance
snapped.

"No, because I wan to do something with my friends." I
said.

"Ooh, and now he's getting mouthy!" Lance said. I
sighed.

"I want to go," I said, slowly and calmly. "I'm going,
and-" I stopped short. It was pretty bold of me to say
I'm going anyway, and I was actually about to say, I'm
going and you can't stop me. What a disaster that
would have been.

"And what?" Joey prodded.

"Nothing." I mumbled. I looked up. "Look," I said. "I
just want to go and have some fun with my friends. I'm
not attracted to them and they aren't towards me.
We're just normal guys. Brian asked me if I wanted to
come, and he doesn't have a problem with me. Hw wants
to be my friend. He called me and invited me and I
already said I was going. And I am."

"Well, don't you sound sure of yourself!" Lance said.

"Well, you're not going by yourself, that's for sure."
Chris said. "Call him back. One of us is going with
you."

I sighed. "You guys don't have to chaperone me, you
know."

"Oh yes we do." Joey said.

"Who's going with him?" Lance said. "I'm not, I'm
already busy."

"I went last time." Jc announced.

"I'm busy." Chris said.

"Me too." Joey seconded.

Jc sighed. "Then I guess I'll go."

"No, you don't have to." Lance said. "He doesn't even
have to go."

"It's okay." Jc said. "I haven't gone swimming in a
long time anyway."

"Fine." Chris said. "Justin, call Brian and ask him if
Jc can go."

"What is he says no?"

He kicked me really hard. "Do what you're told and
don't talk back!"

"Ow." I said. "And I wasn't talking back. I was just
asking. What if there's no room?"

"Then you don't go either, stupid." Lance said.

How encouraging, I thought as I dialed his cell phone
number.

"Nick's discount bras, you got the boulders, we got
the holders." A voice said.

"What???"

He laughed. "Sorry. Nick here, can I help you?"

"Um, is Brian Littrell around?"

"Sure. I answered his phone, didn't I? Justin, that
you?"

"Yup."

"Okay, hey. Here's Brok."

"Yello?"

"Brok?" I said, puzzled.

He laughed. "Oh, yeah. That's just one of my two dozen
nicknames. It's B-Rok, without the hyphen. All one
word."

"Oh. Cool."

"Sup Justin?"

"Um...Jc wants to know if he can come too." I said,
which earned me a dirty look from all four of my
fellow *Nsync-ers.

"Sure he can. The more the merrier." Brian said.

"Super. Still gonna get us in 45 minutes or do you
need more time?"

"Nope, we'll be there at 11:30 am. Remind Jc to bring
his swimwear, sunscreen, towel, clothes and j/i/c
money." He said.

"Okay. We'll be ready. Bye." I hung up. "What?" I said
to the others.

"Thanks a lot, now you made me sound desperate." Jc
said darkly.

"Thought you'd get away with it?" Lance said, hitting
me in the mouth. I didn't say anything. Chris and Joey
hit me in the mouth also. Jc just gave me a dirty
look. I sighed.

"When are we being picked up?" Jc asked me.

"Eleven-thirty. We're supposed to bring swimwear, a
set of clothes, sunblock, a towel and just-in-case
money." I said.

"I have to go. Bye everyone except Bastard." Lance
said, leaving.

"We'll go too. Bye Jc." Chris and Joey left.

Jc gathered up his trunks and clothes and went into
the bathroom to change. I changed quickly in the main
room. I put shorts and a tank top on over my trunks. I
put a card (for money) in my pocket and put water
proof sunblock on. I found a towel. Now I was set. I
glanced at the clock. 11 o'clock. Still a ½ hour to
go. I waited.

Jc came out, wearing trunks and a t-shirt. "Got any
sunscreen I could use?"

I tossed him the bottle. "Here. Its waterproof."

He put some on, and tossed it back to me. "They're
coming in twenty minutes?"

"Yup. Want to wait downstairs?"

"Whatever."

We went down to the lobby and in 15 minutes, a limo
pulled up in front. Brian got out and came inside.

*sorry so short and sorry it took so long! will be
back with more later! bye!*

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