Date: Sat, 12 Jan 2002 23:31:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Chica
Subject: The Next Day-Chapter 11

Finally, a new chapter. Hope everyone enjoys it. J

DISCLAIMER: Nope, I still don't own them. ::sigh:: Looks like my five-year
plan isn't working. I'll extend it to ten and see where that goes.


Chapter 11


Rain splattered outside the window pane I was currently gazing out
from. The city of Sydney never looked so bleak. The final day of our tour
had arrived and I was heading home after our last show tonight. The other
guys had decided to go separate ways and explore the city one last time,
but, feeling a tad depressed, I opted to stay in my hotel room, hiding
myself from everyone. It was just one of those days where I got as bored as
hell and ended up complaining to someone on the phone about how sorry my
day was. I laid sprawled out on the bed, losing myself in a new video
game. (Some football one, for once I didn't read the name.) Everything was
going good and boring until I heard a knock at the door. It was more than
likely either the room service I ordered or some insane fan that found out
where I was again. Nevertheless, I got up from the bed and answered the
door. I pushed it open slightly, peering out from behind the chain that
connected the door.

It was only Brian. Well, not only Brian, but we all know what I mean.

I sighed, letting the door swing open. He walked in shyly, his demeanor in
a state of unrest. His hair was slightly disheveled, possibly from having
sex. Now that was one thing I just did not want to picture. Picturing him
humping on that walrus was just too much for me right now. He turned
slowly, still staring at his feet. I don't know just when he resorted to
staring at his feet, but it was getting irritating. I closed the door and
looked at him, crossing my arms in silent defiance. I refused to give in to
my pathetic temptations. He finally looked up, straight into my eyes. Okay,
so maybe I might give in a little. It isn't fair, I can't help that he's so
damn cute. I might as well just shut up now before I do something
incredibly stupid.

"Well?" I asked lightly, extremely curious as to why he was here instead of
out with his...Ah, I'll just call her LeighAnne for once. I am way too
tired to come up with a degrading name.

"I was just bored and wanted to see what you were doing. I hope I'm not
interrupting anything..."

"Not at all. Come on in." I closed the door behind him, my face splitting
into a sneaky grin at this. It's sad sometimes how a broken heart reacts to
heart ache. Even though it has been broken, bruised, wounded, it still
beats and still goes right back to that source of pain. It's hard to
imagine that such a powerful emotion resides in a frame so weak. One side
of me felt low, like I was a vulture picking what little meat hung to a
bone. On another side I felt elated, just happy to have Brian in my
presence. I watched with as much boredom as I could fake as he gingerly sat
on my hotel bed, somehow looking like a perfect angel at that moment. My
heart gave a lurch at that, and I knew that I could never give up this man
for as long as I live and beyond. Maybe I'm a masochist, but as a broken
heart goes, I turned a dagger over to Brian and once again felt it twist
into my already bleeding heart.

"LeighAnne went shopping with a couple of friends, so I took the
opportunity to come over here." I knew I should have kept my big mouth shut
and just accepted what he said, but I found myself blurting the rudest
comment. Just because my heart was broken didn't mean that it couldn't be a
vengeful little devil.

"Oh, so now you have to sneak away to see me?" I asked, sounding a bit too
much like an angry housewife for my own comfort. All I needed now, standing
with my hand perched on my hip, would be an apron and a rolling pin. Brian
for the most part was shocked, his mouth slightly agape. I smirked, feeling
especially vindictive now that I had provoked such a wonderful reaction
from him. Yet just as I was gloating in my witty retort, I once again
handed him the dagger, the dagger resting on a golden pillow and I am
kneeling to bestow Brian the honor of ripping my heart out.

"No, that's not why I'm here. I don't need an excuse to see my best
friend." Since I knew Brian so well, I felt that he did indeed mean the
words `best friend'. On second thought, I fell in love with my best friend,
not the dagger wielder in front of me.

"Imagine that. Well, just make yourself comfortable. Nothing is on TV
except some old farts fishing, Pokemon, and I swear that Oprah is getting
fatter recently." Brian giggled, taking the offer of comfort by sitting in
a squatty footrest in front of a recliner. Why the man never sat in a seat
was beyond me. My eyes became glazed as the TV flashed crap after crap,
never having anything interesting to say. Eventually my eyes wandered to
Brian, falling to rest on his lean body bending slightly to flick through
channels manually. Staring at the TV too long did bad things to my system
and caused my eyes to stick on one subject too long, or so I tried to
reason with myself. Brian turned around almost too quick for reality and
zeroed in on me. I finally diverted my eyes, already late in a
Cinderella-turning-back-after-midnight way. Unfortunately, Brian took hints
extremely well. I remembered quite clearly how useful that was back in our
prankster days. I smirked as I thought of this, remembering how Kevin had
to be extra vigilant with the two of us. The moment vanished instantly and
we both continued to watch tedious television programs.

"I'm feeling kind of hungry. Do you have anything to eat in this place?" I
could have told him to go home to `eat' but I decided to stay on my civil
streak I was having lately.

"Yeah, in the kitchen." Brian stalked off to the kitchenette, digging
through my messy fridge ravenously. He finally came up with what looked
like chips and dip, but I think I should warn him that I was experimenting
with dips last night. No, actually I think this might be entertaining. Hey,
anyone would get that desperate if they were forced to watch the
Teletubbies get ordered around by a giggling, demonic baby in a sun.

Brian settled in the arm chair with the chips and dips, starting to eat
without really looking at what he was eating. Soon, bits of chips and dip
were everywhere since Brian had tried his
ketchup-and-sauerkraut-with-crushed-pineapple mixture. I smiled, then
giggled as I caught the horrified look on his face. It was just that moment
when the doorbell rang and I remembered that I had ordered room
service. Whoops! I ran to the door and grabbed the serving cart. Brian
looked placidly from the dining cart, to me, and then to his messy
clothes. I smiled sheepishly, shrugging a little. For a split second Brian
looked away and it appeared that he didn't mind a thing. But then the next
second Brian had jumped me like a lion and began choking me. I made the
appropriate choking sounds, even though it wasn't really that bad. But
better to think the beast is doing right than make it more angry. I felt a
wet something smear on my shoulder and I sadly remembered that Brian was
indeed still covered in slimy gook.

"You're getting dip on my shoulder!" I gurgled, groaning and laughing at
the same time as he started rubbing the stuff even more into my shoulder in
sheer malice. He eventually stopped choking me, resorting to wrestle
mechanically with me, and I played dead weight, making him even more mad as
he wrestled with a limp partner-no pun intended. How we went from watching
the TV to having a wholly indecent brawl completely eluded me, but I was
glad for the uplifted mood nevertheless. Brian soon tired of trying to goad
me into action, so he simply held my arms above my head, breathing a little
heavy as he stared at me with eyes that shined with a strange emotion. I
looked back, trying to make my face appear blank, although my mind
certainly wasn't. The obvious fact that Brian was pinning me down on a bed
certainly sprang up foremost in my mind, and all the nasty, dirty little
thoughts that came along with it.

I felt a little crowded, so I shifted innocently, trying to alert
Brian. Maybe if I just try to pull my hands up he'll grasp the awkwardness
and let go...

Brian's face was inching closer.

I was pinned down to the bed.

Brian was only an inch away.



I did nothing.

We were in trouble.

His lips touched mine briefly. It was slightly uncomfortable with my arms
bound and my dry lips coalescing with his wet ones, but for a few seconds I
didn't (or rather couldn't) do anything about the situation. Until his lips
moved and pressed firmly against mine. I closed my eyes, slightly
hypnotized by his ministrations. I don't really understand how or why it
happened, but things were spiraling down the drain and fast. His lips
probed even more, and in what seemed like an eternity engulfed in a split
second, his head turned slightly and his tongue entered my mouth. If only
my mind had remained even a tiny bit clearer, then maybe I wouldn't have
responded the way I did. So with surprise to myself but perhaps no
surprised to everyone else, I kissed back. I was making out with Brian
Littrell. Who I was and still am in love with. Who is married to LeighAnne.

Well, that killed my hard on.

As if Brian lips had suddenly turned into burning coals, I pulled away and
wrenched my body to get him off me. I had only meant to dislodge his grip
and get some air, but I underestimated my own strength. Brian's body was
thrown to the floor and hit with a resounding thump. I shook my head
roughly, trying to figure out what just happened. Brian had kissed
me. Brian had molested me. Brian wasn't supposed to be doing that.

"You...You...Why did...shit...no..." Apparently articulation wasn't on my
list of priorities. Brian laid on his back near the bed, staring blankly up
at the ceiling. I rolled to my side, peering down at Brian's still
form. Brian blinked once, then twice. He then sprang to his feet in a burst
of energy, turning around in place as if he had lost something on the
floor. Hmm, maybe his brain had fallen out. At least I hoped it did.

"I...I...Don't know...I...Gotta...Go?" Sound familiar? Brian, looking
disturbingly flushed, bolted out the door. I fell back on the bed,
breathing heavily and trying to evaluate the already confusing
situation. But I didn't have a chance as the phone rang, interrupting my
thinking process. I deftly picked up the receiver, grunting 'hello?'

"Um, Nick, we have a problem..."


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Wah ha ha! My first real cliffhanger! Stay tuned for more, people. Want
more? Just beg me, I'm easy. J