Date: Tue, 3 Oct 2000 09:13:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: AJ B <ajsaysyourefired@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Sixth Backstreet Boy

hola to all readers!! authors note: FICTION. not real.
not gonna happen. nope. nada. no way. in a word, no.
got it? good. part 4:

scene continues:

     He grinned. "I'm Brian Littrell, Backstreet Boys.
Did you lose your wallet?"
     I felt my back pocket. "Yes!"
     He handed it to me. "Here ya go. I found it."
     "Thanks!" I said. "How'd you know it was mine?"
     "Who else would have Justin Timberlake's driver's
liscence in his wallet?" he shrugged.
     "Oh. Well..thanks, Brian." I said, kinda stunned
he'd returned it. I mean, we're rivals after all.
     "You're welcome." he said cheerfully. He walked
off and started talking to a tall blonde guy. Nick.
Yeah. So the bsb _were_ here. And Brian was really
nice!
     I mean, we've met them before and all, but it was
only for a few minutes...I just didn't expect him to
return my wallet. All my (what wasn't in several
banks) money was in it, along with my credit cards and
passport. I checked to see if anything was missing
(you can never be too careful) and saw that nothing
was. I sat back, and put my wallet in my pocket again.
     "Who was that?" Lance asked me scornfully.
     "Brian of the backstreet boys. Apparantely I'd
lost my wallet and he returned it." I answered.
     "Wow. Nice guy." Jc commented.
     I nodded. "Yeah."
     "Yeah, or did you plant it there for him to find
so you could hit on the poor guy?" Lance snapped. I
didn't look at him. "Hey, hey you. Brian?" Lance
called.
     Brian looked around, saw us looking at him, and
came over. "Yeah?"
     "Did you find his wallet?" Lance asked.
     "Yeah." Brian nodded. "I didn't take anything. I
just looked to see who's it was." he said quickly.
     "Don't worry, we're not mad at you," Jc said.
     "Oh. Is, um, Justin in trouble?"
     "In a way." Lance replied.
     "Oh." Brian said.
     "Why don't you tell us exactly how you came
across his wallet?" Lance inquired.
     "Okay. I was moving my bare feet across the
carpet, like this. I was going to build up some static
electricity, and shock my friend Nick over there, and
my foot hit his wallet. But I din't know who's it was
then. So I picked it up and opened it and looked for
an i.d. card or something and saw his drivers
liscence. Then I looked around and saw him and brought
it over."
     "Oh. Okay. Thanks." Jc said.
     "Anytime." he said. "Um, is he still in trouble?"
     "I'm always in trouble." I mumbled.
     "Where was his wallet on the floor?" Lance asked.
     "On the floor." ('duh' he did not add.)
     "_Where_ on the floor?"
     "By that cooler." he pointed.
     "Ohh, it must have fell out when I went to get a
pop!" I said in realization.
     "Yeah, it _must_ have. " Lance said snottily.
     "Is there a problem here?" another worried voice
joined us.
     Brian looked up. "No, Nickers, everything is
cool. They were just wondering about when I found
Justin's wallet."
     Nick Carter looked relieved. "Oh. Alright." he
flicked Brian's ear.
     Brian's hand went to his ear. "I'm sure I
deserved that." he announced. He looked at Lance. "So
am I done here?"
     "Uh, yeah. Have a nice night."
     "See ya 'round." he said.
     "I'll see you kids in the movies," Nick said. He
saluted us, and marched off, grabbing a handful of
corn chips and shoving them down the eldest bsb's
shirt. The other guy absently shook out his shirt
while Nick and Brian laughed.
     "Nice guys." Jc commented.
     "They're gay too." I said. Hint hint hint.
     "Ohh, _those_ are the two gay ones?" Lance said,
looking at them. Brian was mocking the oldest guy
while he (the other one) talked to Lou Pearlman (it
was Lou's party. He founded bsb, 'nsync, lfo and
britney spears.), and Nick was talking to some girls
while drinking Pepsi. He was smiling and flirting and
the girls were melting (not literally of course).
     "Yup. Those are them." I said.
     "They act so normal. And nice." he mused.
     "So do I." I rolled my eyes.
     "Don't get snappy with me, you queer." he
snapped. "_Maybe_you just need knocked on your ass by
a good straight hand."
     "Aren't there any crooked ones availible?"
     "Don't push it, Justin." he warned. "You'll get
hit." [By the way, the guys threaten to hit me all the
time (just cause I'm gay. how rude) and sometimes they
all gang up and _do_. (which really makes me feel
special, boy howdy) but I knew they wouldn't dare
touch me in public.]
     "Oh, you mean _despite_ the fact I'm a lot bigger
than you?" I smarted off.
     "That's it." he said. He went off and said
something to Joey and Chris. Well that's just
gggggggggreat. They were going to hit me when we went
home.


ok thats part 4. all comments and questions greatly
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