Date: Thu, 8 Mar 2001 17:32:52 -0800 (PST)
From: ajsaysyourefired <ajsaysyourefired@yahoo.com>
Subject: sixth backstreet boy 16

Thank you guys so much for your reviews and support from the last chapter!
Due to the response I got, I am now typing and posting a brand spankin' new
chapter.  And don't worry you guys, the end is drawing near...muahaha...And
there was one review I gotta comment on...something said about JC...all I
gots ta say is...DUUUHHH. Search engine: word beyond duh. Searching....no
matches found. So duuuuhhh.


~*~(sorry Micki)

The next day, we were both feeling much better. We fixed ourselves some
cereal and played basketball in Brian's hoop until about 11am, when
everything that would change music history forever happened...

"Ha! Now it's 92-89!" I said, after I'd just made three from the outside.

"Not for long, bush head!" B-Rok said, dribbling the ball.

"Justin?" an uncertain voice said from behind us. I turned around fast, and
Brian raced to my side.

JC, Lance, Joey and Chris were standing by Brian's court, staring at me
angrily. (Well JC looked uncertain.)

"Why are you here and what can I do to change that?" Brian said, incensed.

"Now hold on Brian." Lance said calmly. "We don't want any trouble. We just
want Justin." He looked at me. "You'd better get your stuff and come with
us right now, Bastard. You're in Trouble."

"So what." I said, grabbing the basketball and shooting it (made it).  "Get
out of here. You're not wanted nor welcome."

Lance stepped forward. "You talk back like that and you'll really get it."
He warned.

"Fuck off." I said.

He looked infuriated. "Get him!" he said to Joey and Chris and JC. Joey and
Chris took a step towards me.

"You lay one finger on him and I'm calling the cops." Brian said. They
stopped uncertainly, and looked at Lance.

"*Beat* his ass too!" Lance yelled. They looked to Brian.

"Oh no you don't!" Brian yelled. "If you so much as touch me I'll call the
police on you for assault and battery and I could even file a suit for
discrimination and hate crimes!" he said, stepping closer to Joey and
Chris, who were backing up as he advanced. I guess they weren't used to a
gay guy actually standing up for himself. Humph. "You're damn lucky I'm not
calling the cops already for what you did to Justin. The only reason I
haven't is cause he don't want me to. You guys-all you guys-are so lucky
that he's such a caring forgiving person or he would have called the cops a
year ago and gotten you arrested. And I mean it! If you ever, ever so much
as *touch* him again, your ass is mine." He said. "Now get off my
property."

"Brian, just calm down-" Joey started.

"Calm down your ass. I mean it. Get off my property or I'll have you
arrested for trespassing."

"Fine, we'll go." Lance said. He looked over at me, and practically stuck
his finger in my face.  "This isn't over yet, Bastard."

"No." Brian said. "It's far from over."

The guys left, JC giving me a desperate glance. I just looked at him.  They
got into Lance's car and drove away.

"Let's go inside." Brian said darkly. I wordlessly followed. "I'm thinking
about calling the police and filing a complaint of harassment." He said
thoughtfully.  "Should I?"

I thought a moment. "I wouldn't. It'll just cause more problems. Maybe
you'll be right and they'll stop with your threat of calling the police."

He nodded. "You should threaten to leave the band. Most of *NSYNC's fans
are centered around you anyway."

"Well yeah, but then what would I do? I love making music, I love
singing. What would I do?"

"Go solo. You'll be plenty successful."

"I need bandmates. Companionship, brotherhood. Close, understanding
friendship. I need that."

"Oh, and like you really have that with NSYNC?" he muttered. "Hm...let me
think..." he was quiet a moment, then smiled. "You could join Backstreet
Boys."

"What! C'mon Brian, be serious!"

"I am. I'm dead serious." He said. I looked at him. He had a dead serious
look on his face but his eyes sparkled. "I'm so serious." He said. "You
could join our band."

"Don't you have to, like, ask the other members of your band before you ask
me that? And quit playin' around."

"I'm not." He said. "I really really want you to join BSB." He said
seriously. "Wait here, I'll call the others." He went and got his cordless
phone, and dialed. "Hey Nick...guess what...no, it's not gonna be me!" he
said, exasperated. I fought an insane urge to laugh.  "I need you to come
over here real quick...it's very important...yes. Why? Oh. Well, he's
here...Yes actually. No, I'm calling everyone. You call AJ and Howie and
I'm calling Kevin, okay?  Justin Timberlake. Yep. Mmmbye."  He said. He
pressed end, and then called his cousin.

"You're really serious about this, aren't you?" I said in awe.

"Damn straight I am. You're my friend and I love you. As a friend. And
they're never going to hurt you again, so help me." He jumped up and got
the door to let Nick and AJ in.

They came in. "Hi Justin. Whassup?" Nick grinned.

"Hello Justin, how are you?" AJ greeted.

"Hi. I'm okay. Hey Nick."

He sat down. "Hiya BushHead."

"So what's going on?" AJ said to Brian.

"I'll explain when Howie and Kevin are here." He said. In a minute they
showed.

"Now." Brian said, standing in the cuddle chair so everyone could see
him. "First, I'll explain.  I'm sure you all recall when he came swimming
with us, and you all saw those marks on him. And true to what you asked
Howie, he doesn't sleepwalk. The other guys in *NSYNC hit him and beat him
up terribly just because they don't like it that he's gay. Justin, show
them your back." He instructed.

I stood up, and lifted up my shirt so they could see my back. They
(excluding Brian and Nick-but Nick winced) gasped.

"They hit him with a belt too." Brian said. He told them everything he'd
learned in the past two weeks about me, my life, and what they did to me. I
chimed in every now and then about stuff he couldn't remember and stuff I
hadn't told him. That took no shorter than three hours.

"Wow." Howie said, stunned. "That's really cruel. I'm sorry you had to go
through all that. If I was you, I would have called the police on them long
ago."

I shrugged listlessly. "I just can't."

"That's so terrible." Kevin shook his head. "You shouldn't take that.
Brian's completely right. If they ever hit you again, get their asses
arrested."

"That's kinda why you guys are here." Brian said. "I think Justin should
leave *NSYNC. It's gotten to where there's no way it's going to get better,
only worse. He doesn't want to leave music, and wants companionship, so
solo is out. I think he should join Backstreet Boys."

Silence. "I'm all for it." Nick said with a wide grin.

"Me too." AJ nodded.

"That's fine." Howie said.

All eyes on Kevin. "Kev?" Brian questioned.

He didn't say anything for a moment. "Are you and him sleeping together?"
he finally asked.

"No." Brian said immediately. (Ah-ha! So who was the one with the stupid
questions now! Humph.)

"Are you involved in any way?"

"Only as friends Kev, only as friends. Nothing else. He's just one of my
dearest friends."

"Is this what all of you truly want?" Kevin asked, looking at all five of
us.

"Yes." Brian said confidently.

"Me too." Nick said just as firm.

"Sure." AJ shrugged.

"Not a problem." Howie agreed.

Kevin nodded. "Brian, may I use your phone? I'll go about finding out how
to do this officially.  Does the rest of *NSYNC know?"

"Nope." I shook my head. "I'll tell them later. When it's certain it will
happen."

He nodded, and took Brian's phone in the kitchen.

"Well, how do you like that?" Nick said to me, smiling.

"I like it perfect." I said. "thank you guys so much for understanding and
trying to help me."

"You're welcome." Howie nodded.

"Yeah, and if you're joining the group, we're gonna have to tell you what
we told Nick and Brian.  Your homosexuality doesn't bother any of us and it
won't *be* a problem unless you *make* it a problem." AJ said.

"Ah ha, a not so subtle hint." I said slyly. "In other words, hands and
eyes off and no problemo."

"In a word, yes."

"I'm going to see how ol' Kev's doing." Brian went into the kitchen.

"Well, Brian already told you a lot about me." I began. "But I guess I
should tell you a bit more about myself. My birthday is January 31st
1981. I'm 21 years old. I love basketball and videogames. I'm not a good
roommate for a neat freak. And I will really really try not to cause any
problems."

"For the first week or so anyway." I added. AJ and Nick laughed and Howie
smiled.

"Ohhh Just-tin!" Brian singsonged. I looked up. There was Brian smiling
like there was no tomorrow.

"Yes Bri-ian?" I singsonged back.

He ginned even wider. "How would you like to become an official member of
the Backstreet Boys?"

"Would I!" I repeated, grinning wider. I honestly have never been so happy
in my life. Well, except when we first started *NSYNC and our careers took
off.

"Would you?"

"Yes! Yes yes yes!" I said.

He kept grinning. "Tomorrow we're going to meet with our management and
record company and sign you on. We'll get new contracts and everything. The
appointment is at 10am. After you've signed on and your bandmates know
what's up, management will call MTV news to get it out to the world."

"You're supposed to tell your bandmates ASAP." Kevin said, coming in.
"They're definitely going to have a problem with it. But it's your right to
step out. What about your contracts with *NSYNC?  Will you be in breach by
leaving?"

"As a matter of fact, Kevin, this is the perfect time to be doing this."  I
said with a huge grin.  "Our contracts expired with the release of our new
album. We're supposed to go to the record company the day our vacation is
over and renew them. This is perfect cause I can drop out of the group
without getting sued."

"Yes, that's always good." Brian said. "Now, you'll have to tell *NSYNC.
Unofficially you're a Backstreet Boy now, but officially you're still
*NSYNC. How are you going to go about telling them? I know you live with JC
and Lance-is it wise to continue doing so?"

"Hmm. No." I said. "Well, I guess I should move out then ASAP."

"You can pack and put your stuff in my basement." Brian offered. "You can
stay with me until you find a place or whatever. You can go over there
now-we'll go with you so you don't get jumped-and tell them and pack. Do
you own or lease?"

"Own."

"then call whoever and get your name taken off the deed." He said.

"That sounds good, let's go." I said. We all hopped in Brian's car and
drove to the house I shared with The Twilight Zone (JC) and Ripley's
Believe It or Not (Lance). (I was The X-Files. We all had weird TV show
nicknames. Chris was Looney Toons and Joey was The Planet's Funniest
Animals.  Um...how about you just run away screaming now and we can save
time, rather than you asking? That's right. Don't ask.)

I got out and put my key in the lock, but it was already unlocked. Hm.
Odd.

"I'm going to get my truck so you'll have something to put your stuff in."
Nick announced. "Can I take your car Bri?"

"Sure." Frick tossed Frack the keys. I went in, 5 of the 6 Backstreet Boys
right behind me, ready to back me up and support me. Nick left.

"Hello?" I called. "Anyone home?"

"Hello Bastard." Lance said darkly, coming out of the kitchen.

"Hi Freakshow." I replied cheerfully. "Where's the others?"

"We're here." Chris snapped. "And we're going to beat the hell out of you."

"I'd like to see you try." I said, stepping aside so they could see Brian,
AJ, Howie and Kevin.  *NSYNC was outnumbered. Us Backstreet Boys were more,
bigger, stronger.  (I called myself a BSB now even though it was
unofficial.)

They looked shocked. "What the hell!" Lance demanded.

"I'm moving out." I announced.

"In with your boyfriend Brian?" Joey snapped.

"Yes." I said sarcastically. "No, actually, I'm moving in with your
mother. We have a quaint, charming cottage, right outside the dumpster of
McDonald's. Out is out.  It's none of your concern where." I said. "Oh, and
by the way, just so you know? I'm a Backstreet Boy now." I turned to go up
to my room.

"You're a WHAT?!" they said simultaneously.

I turned back. "A Backstreet Boy. I'm dropping out of *NSYNC, because the
way you all treat me is unacceptable and *way* out of line. So I'm
leaving. Our contracts are up so I wont be in breach.  Tomorrow the others
and I are going to the record company and their management to officially
sign me up as a Backstreet Boy. We're getting new contracts and stuff.
Tomorrow I'll be an official Backstreet Boy. For now I'm unofficial."

"You're...you're leaving the band?" JC said in disbelief.

"Yep."

"Why?" he sounded hurt.

"Because you guys hit me. You hit me and beat me when I never did anything
wrong except be a smartass sometimes but you have to expect that. You guys
beat me all the time when I never did anything to deserve it. I loved you
guys." I continued sadly. "Not in a gay way, not at all. Like friends or
brothers. I never hated you, especially the way you hated me just because
I'm gay. I don't hate you-any of you-even now, even though you've forced me
to go to these desperate measures. These guys are my friends. They like
*me*, not my sexuality, and they want me in their group. You guys don't
seem to want me in yours." I said, and picked up the telephone. In thirty
minutes, my name was off the deed for the house and a new one with only
JC's and Lance's names on it was in the mail Federal Express to get it here
quick. I told them I was going with Brian and they could send me the forms
to sign when they arrived.

"Can you help me pack Brian?" I asked. Nick came back with his green pick
up and came upstairs with us. He'd also brought two dozen cartons with him
so I could put my stuff in them. I left Kevin, Howie and AJ to explain the
details to *NSYNC.

In three hours I was all packed (with Nick and B-Rok to help of course).
We carried my stuff downstairs and loaded it into Nick's truck. We put my
bed and dresser and all the big stuff in first, then the boxes.

"You can't do this!" Joey said as they came outside just as I was about to
leave.

"Sounds like a wager to me." I said, and climbed into the back of the
truck. Brian and Howie were already there. We were going to make sure none
of my stuff fell out, and besides, there was no more room.

"You can't do this to us! To *our* group!" Chris complained. "You're in
*NSYNC too, your name's in it!"

"So call the group 'Sync'!" I said, settling down.

"You can't do this to us!" Joey tried again.

"You did it to yourself. And to me." I said, touching my black eyes and
bruises.

"Justin?" JC said softly. He didn't say hardly five words since I got
there. (Go ahead and scroll back to count of you want. Actually it's about
seven, but I don't count it if it's the same word.)

"Yeah?" I looked at him.

"I...I'm sorry, Justin."

"For what?"

He looked so solemn, and had the saddest look in his eyes. "For hitting
you. For hurting you."

I sat and chewed on my lip in thought at his, and Lance said, irritably,
"You know he's only saying that cause you're threatening to leave the
group."

"First off, I'm not threatening, I am. And second, no he isn't." I said
softly, looking at JC. "He told me that earlier, only I didn't know what he
meant by it."

"I'm sorry." He said again. "I never *meant* to hurt you."

"Then why did you?"

He shrugged. "I honestly don't know. And I'm *so* sorry. I would never
*ever* hit you again."

I just looked at him. "I sure hope not Josh. Because if you do, I'll have
you arrested. Any of you."

"You little conniving selfish faggot-" Lance began.

"Lance?"

"What?"

"There's a dickfor on your face."

"You are a dickfor!" he exploded.

"You're a cheesedick." I retorted.

Lance began swearing at me. Honestly, I didn't even know he knew those
words. Before I'd come out to the guys, he was the nicest guy. Really. He
was always happy, and would almost *never* get mad.

"Lance." I sighed in the middle of his swearing session.

"WHAT?"

"Blow it out your ear." I said. "Let's go Nick!" I shouted. Nick started up
the truck and we pulled out.

"Way to go Justin!" Brian slapped me on the back as we drove. "See, I knew
you had it in you."

"Yeah, I knew it too. It was just a matter of finding it."

"So where are we going?" Nick called when we were stopped at a red light.

"My place." Brian called.

I saw 5 girls in a convertible behind us. Three had *NSYNC t-shirts and two
had BSB. They were all staring at me, Brian and Howie.

"Hey B-Rok look." I said.

He looked. "Hi!" he called.

One of the girls whipped out a camera. Brian put an arm around my
shoulders, smiled, and waved. I smiled and waved too.

"Are you guys Brian Littrell and Justin Timberlake?" The driver called.

"Yup!" I said. She started squealing. So did the others, except one certain
blue haired tie dyed girl. "Hi Dandy!" I shouted.

"Yo, rock on BushHead!" she said, stood up wriggled her hips, and winked.

"Hey Dandy sup?" Brian called.

"Uh, Bleach Blonde the light's green. IT'S GREEN YOU DUMB BLONDE!" she
yelled. Nick stepped on the gas hard, causing me to fall down, but Brian
caught my sleeve. Dandy cracked up and I smiled and waved.

When we got to Brian's place, the other's helped me load the stuff in
Brian's basement. That took about an hour, with all of us working. "Whew!"
Nick said, when we were done. "What should we all do now?"

"I'm going to go home and shower." Kevin said.

"Me too." AJ and Howie seconded. They left.

"Can I just shower here?" Nick asked Brian.

"Sure, you can borrow some of Justin's clothes when you're done. They
should fit you."

"Or, if it takes your fancy, nothing at all." I said, raising my eyebrows
up and down.

"No, I'd rather not be nude, thanks for the offer though, loverboy." He
said, and went upstairs.

"You're welcome!" I called. He laughed.

"Did you really want to see him naked?" Brian asked me.

"Thought had crossed my mind." I said loftily.

"Yeah I'll bet." He said.

"Cram it."

"Where?"

"Your ass, back where it came from."

He laughed. Nick came downstairs in about ten minutes. "Hey." Nick said.

"Hi loverboy." I said, trying to sound sexy.

"Hi." He said nonchalantly, causing me to laugh. "Brian...I...oh wait."  He
said, glancing at me.

"It's okay. He knows." Brian said.

"You told him that we..." Nick pointed to himself and then Brian.

"Used to go out. Yeah."

"Oh." Nick said quietly.

"Did you not want me to?" Brian asked.

"Oh, no, it's okay." Nick said quickly. "I just suppose you told *him*
why..."

"I told you why too Nicky." Brian said softly.

It was quiet a minute. Nick and Brian both looked really sad. Ah ha, so
it's up to Justin to save the day...

"Yoink!" I said, yanking Nick's towel off and darting away with it,
smirking. He just started at me, and Brian eyed him. So did i. Nick turned
that shade of red you can never get from crayons.

"Wow..." I said exaggeratingly.

"No fair." He protested, sounding a lot like me when I whine. "Gimme my
towel back!"

"Actually, it's my towel." Brian intervened.

"Oh, gee, thanks for your input...Brian LITERAL." Nick rolled his eyes. I
laughed some more, then after Nick whined and threatened to chase me, I
threw the towel back at him. I went to 'my' room and got jeans and a
t-shirt and boxers for Nick to wear while Brian washed his clothes. I
tossed them at him and he went into the bathroom to dress.

After awhile we got bored so we played strip poker. Brian won. Damn his
poker playing abilities...*whines* and I really wanted to see him
again...he barely had anything off even...grr...I was the fastest
*loser*...and they laughed at me...grr...

~

The next day, Brian woke me up by throwing ice water on me at 7am.

"Ahh!" I sat up, shivering. Brian grinned from my door, an empty dripping
bucket in his hands.  "P-please Brian don't do that." I shivered. "*NSYNC
used to wake me up like that after they hit me and beat up unconscious."

His expression changed quickly. "Oh Justin I'm so sorry." He said. "I'll
never do that again."

"Okay." I nodded. "But now you got to change the sheets. You made them all
wet."

He nodded, and walked over to my bed. He sat down beside me, and touched my
hair. He looked deep inside my eyes...and sighed.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He sighed again. "I want to kiss you."

I swallowed thickly, a teeny bit scared. "So do it."

He shook his head. "I can't."

"Why not?" I whined.

He sighed. "Because we can't be. Trust me Justin. Just...get dressed.  I'll
make breakfast and we'll get ready to go to our appointment. Your buddies
will be there too.  We need to sign you on and they need to renew their
contracts. So they'll be there about the same time we will. The guys will
be here in about an hour. Nick's already here." He announced.

"Okay." I sat up. "You mind if I shower first?"

"Sure." He said. "I'll make breakfast when you come down, then."

I got up, got some clothes from my closet (Brian and I had put all of my
stuff in the guest room for me. It was now my room, until I 'found
someplace or whenever' to quote Brian. He was kinda shrugging when he said
it, which meant he wanted me to stay. Guess he wanted a roommate.) I took a
quick shower and came downstairs.

"Hiya Justin." Nick said. He was sprawled out on the couch watching MTV.
Brian was sitting sideways in the cuddle chair.

"Hi loverboy." I said, and plopped down in the other armchair.

"Why do you keep calling me that?" he asked.

"You called me it first." I retorted.

"Aww, lookit the new loverbirds." Brian said, with a smirk, his eyes glued
to the screen.

"Cram it." I said.

Brian got up. "I'll make breakfast. What do y'all want?"

"Anything." We said.

After Brian made us our food and we ate. It was 8:30am. We watched Looney
Toons and TRL until 9:15 when the others showed up. We got to our
appointment ten minutes early.

"First you have to get it set that you're dropping out of *NSYNC." Kevin
told me. "Then come back out here-"(the waiting room dealy)"-and we'll get
you signed on."

"Okay." I said. I walked off to where I'd be if I was *NSYNC to get my
contract renewed. I saw the four *NSYNC guys were waiting to be called in.

"Hi gang." I said cheerfully.

They all looked up. "Justin!" Lance said. "You changed your mind!"

"Not exactly." I said, sitting down. "I'm just here so I can get it all
legal wise that I'll be a Backstreet Boy."

"You're really doing this?" JC said somewhat sadly. I wondered about him a
minute. I nodded to him. He sighed.

Soon we were all called in, to draw up our new contracts. "So, what's new?"
Lou Pearlman asked, once we were settled in.

"I want to drop out of the group." I said.

Everyone except the four *NSYNC guys looked at me, shocked. "What?" Lou
asked.

"I want to drop out of *NSYNC, and join Backstreet Boys." I said. "I'm free
to do so, my contract is expired."

"Yes, you are most certainly free to do so." Lou said. "But may I inquire
why?"

I shrug. "Personal reasons."

"Oh." They said.

"Can't you stop him?" Lance cried out. "Can't you make him stay in the
group?"

"I'm sorry Lance, but there's nothing we can do legally." Lou said. Lance
slumped in his seat. He knew as well as any of them that I was more liked
than any of them put together. Nick Carter was always tied with me, and at
times was ahead cause BSB was before *NSYNC.  And with Nick and I in the
same band? Whoo-whee. Backstreet Boys, I could practically guarantee, would
be more successful and more liked.

They didn't like it, but they signed me out of the band and wrote new
contracts for *NSYNC. Well, as of *now* I had no band. I walked back and
sat with BSB to wait for us to be called in.

When we were, we explained we wanted me in the band and would need new
contracts and such. We signed a paper stating that I was the official sixth
Backstreet Boy, and all signed new contracts.

"Well," Nick said to me when we were all done. "You're one of us, now, how
does it feel?"

"Pretty good." I said, smiling. Brian put an arm around my shoulders and
smooched me on the cheek.

"Welcome to the band." He said.

"I still can't believe you did that." A voice from behind us said.

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