Date: Fri, 13 Oct 2000 10:21:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: AJ B <ajsaysyourefired@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Sixth Backstreet Boy 8

hiya!let it be known that this is not real. its called
fiction. never happened. ok. enjoy.
ajsaysyourefired@yahoo.com

scene continues:

     "Bullcrap." Brian said instantly. "By a world
poll, the BSB is actually more liked, 56% to 44%. A
magazine ran a vote for a month and came up with those
statistics. We're probably more liked cause homosexual
males boost the ratings."
     "Yeah. That's what I told them."
     "Did they believe you?"
     "Hell no!" I snorted.
     He sighed. "You know Justin, it's getting kind of
late..."
     "Oh. You want to take me back now?"
     "Well, I'd actually like to find some way out of
it, but I honestly can't see one. Can you?"
     "No." I said dejectedly.
     He sighed again. "Well, I really should be going
home. I have an early plane to catch, our tour's
starting again. We just had that two day's break."
     "Yeah. Us too. Where are you headed tomorrow?"
     "Fort Lauderdale. We play the day after tomorrow.
Have to practice when we arrive, then photos, and the
next morning early practice/rehersal and soundcheck."
     "Really? 'N Sync is going to Fort Lauderdale
tomorrow also!" I said, brightening. "What time is
your plane?"
     "Eight o'clock sharp. That's when it's
departing."
     "Oh. Ours is ten-fifteen."
     "When are you playing?"
     "Day after you. Must be for the fans. A double
band dealy." I said. "Hey, do you want to come to our
concert? I can get you tickets."
     He grinned. "Sure. As long as you come to ours. I
can get you tickets too. How many?"
     "Just one."
     "Don't want to bring a buddy?"
     I shrugged. "Don't got no buddies to bring. How
about you, how many? Who do you want to bring?"
     "Well, me for sure. And Nick. He'd want to come.
Him for sure too. Kevin, my cousin, will want to
sleep, probably, and AJ and Howie will want to go
clubbing."
     "Okay. I can get you two. Just give me the name
of the hotel you'll be staying at and I'll have them
delivered."
     "Okey doke. It's the..um..here." he pulled a
folded piece of paper from his pocket and showed it to
me. I memorized it. "Tell me yours so I can get yours
to you." he said.
     Okay. I'm staying at the Super 8, courtesy of
Your Mother."
     "Justin!" he said, laughing.
     I laughed. "Okay. It's the plain old Ft.
Lauderdale Hotel. I have to share a room with Jc. They
watch me. Actually, unless I can sneak out, which I
don't think I can, one or two of them will want to
come with me to make sure I won't molest you or
something to that effect. I'm telling you, they treat
me like a gay pervert sex maniac. Which I can assure
you I'm not. But if they catch me, they will want to
come."
     "Oh. Want me to send two j/i/c's?"
     "Yes please." (j/i/c stands for just in case)
     "Alrighty then. Oh yeah, I can get backstage
passes too. That way you can see us acting like
morons."
      "Who's acting?" I said in a mock voice. He
smacked my shoulder. I put my hands up, laughing. "I
give up!" I said.
     "Want me to send the passes too?" he asked.
     "Uh, sure. Um, will the other guys in your group
think it awfully strange that an 'nsync guy is at
their concert? Or two or three, for that matter. And
if we do go backstage? What will they think?"
     "Nothing. Cause Nick and I will be going to your
concert. I'll just tell them me and you are friends.
They won't press it."
     "They won't think you're, like, sleeping with me,
will they?"
     "_What_? Where the _hell_ did that come from?"
     "Oh. Oh, sorry. I'm sorry! " I said desperetely.
"I guess being around the guys, who talk and think
like that all the time has rubbed off on me. I'm
really very sorry I offended you, Brian." I said
sincerely. "I really didn't mean it. I really want to
be your friend, I don't know why I said that, they say
it all the time, they think gay guys meet, talk for
five minutes then have sex. They think a homosexual
relationship is all meaningless sex. They don't
understand the love involved, just like a heterosexual
relationship...I'm so sorry Brian.."
     He sighed. "It's okay. And no, you didn't offend
me, you just..surprised me. I was taken off guard is
all. I never expected you to say that."
     "I'm so sorry." I said, my head hung. There I go
and anger the first person to be kind to me in a year.
Figures. "Now you'll probably think I _am_ a faggot
pervert sex maniac..I'm....I'm _not_..."
     He sighed again. "I don't think that, Justin. And
you don't need to apologize. I understand." he put his
arm around my shoulders. "You just need a friend." I
looked up at him hopefully and he said, "I'd be glad
to be a friend to you. I really will try. Okay? Here,
let me write down my cell phone and pager number for
you. And my home phone number, even though I'm hardly
ever there. But you can reach me at the cell number.
And you can call me anytime you want, buddy. If you
need someone to talk to or something. And if I'm in
the area, I'll come to see you, okay?"
     I took the paper with his numbers o it and put it
in my wallet. "Thank you so much, Brian." I said
solemnly. "Thank you so much, you Backstreet Boy you."
     He laughed. "Yeah and go 'n stink yourself."
     "Hey! No fair! Yours was better!" I protested.
     He laughed again. "Okay, now we need to figure
out what to do about yur so-called friends."
     I sighed. "Just take me home. They've gotten me
before, and they'll get me again. There's nothing we
can do about it. And anyway, "I said, as I glanced
down at the paper with his numbers, "if I've finally
got a friend, especially someone who doesn't mind I'm
gay, especially someone I'm 'rivals' with, no one's
fists are going to hurt me tonight." I said. "I'm so
happy I finally have a friend, someome who doesn't
mind if I'm gay, I'm just...so happy. Thank you so
much, Brian.."
     "Well, I want to help you." he said. "You're a
nice guy and you don't deserve the treatment they give
you. I tried to help you...but this problem.."
     "Oh Brian, you not only tried to help me, you
succeeded. Why would someone, anyone, want to help me
anyway. You are such a great guy..I could just kiss
you!"
     "Um..you might not want to do _that_.." he said
slowly.
     "Don't worry, I won't. I was just using it as the
phrase."I said. "I can't tell you how happy I am.
Don't worry, I'm not going to go all Cable Guy on you,
it's just.." I sighed, calming down. "I not only cared
for those guys, I loved them. Like brothers. And they
hurt me so bad..and not just physically, with their
fists and weapons. They..I'm a little ashamed to say
this.."
     "Broke your heart?"
     "Yeah." I said quietly. "In a way. Cause they
were all like my big brothers. Before I told
them..they cared about me and watched out for me, like
I was their little kid brother. And I just made me so
sad when they started hating me. Sometimes..sometimes
I would cry a little into my pillow. I just felt so
lonely and miserable. I can't explain it. I was just
so desolated. I had no one to call my friend and no
one acted like a friend. I had no one to talk to. They
all hated me, they said so quite often, and still do.
More often than    I would like to say, actually.
Those four guys, my brothers, who'd always loved and
cared for me, hitting me and beating me up and saying
things that were _so mean_. It just hurt. So much.."
     "I can imagine." he said finally.
     I sighed. "I'm sorry, I'm not trying to make you
feel guilty. I'm just trying to explain how much it
means to me that you want to be my friend."
     "Well, I do. You're a wonderful guy and I want to
be your friend. Now, I mean what I said, you can call
me anytime and we can talk. And sometimes get together
and do something, K?"
     "Okay."
     "So..what do we do?"
     I shrugged. "Just take me back. I'll be okay. I
always am."
     "Are you sure?"
     "Yeah."
     "Do they hit you very hard?"
     "As hard as they can."
     "So then you'll get black eyes and a banged up
face, right?"
     "Yeah." I said, wondering where he was going with
this.
     "So if you have black eyes won't people be
wondering, especially if you have photoshoots or a
concert?"
     I sighed. "If we're going to be in the public a
lot, they wont' hit my face. Just my stomach and back
and arms and legs. If they really want to hit me, and
they'll do this quite often, they'll hit me over the
back with a belt. The buckle end, so I get hit up
pretty bad." I sighed again. "That way no one will
see. But if they feel like hitting my face, our makeup
artist has this complexion stuff they make me put on.
So unless you're, like, three inches from my face, you
won't notice a thing. It's made for bruises and stuff.
I just tell I tried rollerblading on that..whatever
it's called, that half wooden pipe dealy. He bought
it." I sighed.
     "Oh. Man Justin, that really sucks." he sighed
too.
     "Don't I know it."
     "They do the belt trip when they're especially
angry?"
     "Or especially bored. Or both. Yeah."
     "Will they this time?"
     "Mmmmm..probably." I said. "But who cares. Just
take me back. Gotta face the music sometime, and the
sooner the better, just get it over with."
     "That's just not right." he said, shaking his
head. "You really shouldn't put up with it. I mean it,
you really shouldn't. It's not only assault and
battery and abuse, it's discrimination. Tell the
jerkoffs not to hit you anymore or you'll call the
police on them."
     I smiled sadly at him. "Thanks Brian, but no. I
can't. I really can't. Maybe one day you'll
understand. I'd really rather handle it on my own. If
I just take it, then maybe one day they'll see they're
wrong and stop."
     "Yeah, but they probably won't." he said.
     "Take me back now?"
     He sighed. "Okay, if that's what you really want
to do."
     "Brian, it's the only thing to do."
     He led me out to the parking lot, and we got in a
blue BMW. He started it up, and looked at me. I gave
him the address.
     We drove, and soon we were there. Brian parked
the car in my driveway. "You sure you want to take it
from these guys?"
     "I have to. Don't worry 'bout ol' Justin, I'll be
alright." I opened the door. "I'll have the tickets
and passes delivered to your room when we get to Fort
Lauderdale."
     "Thanks. I will too." he said. "The j/i/cs too."
     "Are you sure Nick will want to come?"
     "He will if I tell him to."
     I laughed. "Brian man, you crack me up."
     "We aim to please." he said.
     I smiled. "See you in two days."
     "You too, bro." he said. He drove away, waving,
and I looked at the house I shared with Jc and Lance
and sighed.
     I went to the front door and opened it. Jc and
Lance were dozing on the couch, Chris was sitting and
drinking a beer and Joey wasn't in sight. They ignored
me. Uh-oh. That's bad.
     "Uh.." I cleared my throat. "I'm, uh, back."
     Jc opened his eyes. "Justin!"
     "Uh...hi." I managed, eyeing the belt on Chris's
lap.
     "Where were you?!" Lance fixed me with a steely
glare. Well, howdy to you too, brother! Greetings,
friend!
     "Talking with Brian Littrell." I answered.
     "Can he vouch for that?" he snapped.
      "He most certainly can. He dropped me off here
not five minutes ago. I was talking to him the whole
time."
     "Well! why don't we call him and see?" Chris
said.
     "Okay." I said.
     "Shut up!" he yelled at me. "Don't you talk
back!"
     I shut up.
     "Where am I supposed to find his number?" Lance
asked Chris.
     "Ask faggoty if he got it from him. Ah, true
love."
     True love, my ass. Um, no pun intended.
     "Well?" Lance snapped at me. "Did you?"
     I nodded, taking my wallet out. I found the paper
and read off his home phone number. Lance dialed and I
put my paper away carefully. "No answer." Lance said.
"Where is he?"
     "Maybe he's still on his way, " I suggested.
     "I didn't ask you!" Lance yelled.
     "Boy, he's really itching to Get It, huh?" Chris
said, snapping the belt.
     "Do you have a cell number for him?" Lance said
angrily at me. I nodded, and carefully read it off.
"Ringing.." he said. "Hello, is Brian Littrell
around?...hey Brian. This is Lance Bass from 'Nsync.
We were just wondering...Uh, yeah. How did you
know?......yeah....oh, uh, sure."he handed the phone
to me. "Make it quick." he hissed. He started talking
to the others.
     "Yello, Justin here, at your service." I said.
     "Ha ha very funny. So your pals are checking up
on you, huh?"
     "Yeah, but I expected that."
     Pause. "They're going to hit you, aren't they?"
     "Of course." I added quietly, "That's what they
do best."
     "Huh. Well..Justin, you should really stand up to
them."
     "Yeah. Okay. _You_ stand up to four guys with
weapons who have done this countless times before." I
said low so they wouldn't hear. "Listen Bri, I told
you. I'll take care of it my own way."
     "Are you taking care of it or taking it?" he said
wisely. Ah ha, so you think you have me, do you?
     "The latter rather than the former."
     "Justin-"
     "Bri?"
     "Yeah?"
     "Put a lid on it."
     He sighed. "Okay. I can see I'm not going to win
with you. You go ahead and take it. After all,
tomorrow is another day."
     "Yeah, you go Orphan Annie."
     "Oh, cram it."
     "Where?"
     "Your ass, back to where it came from."
     I laughed. "Okay. Um, B-Rok," I said, as I
noticed Lance, Joey and Chris giving me dirty looks
(Jc was just dozing again). "I think I should go now."
     "Dammit, they're going to hit you."
     "Yeah."
     He sighed. "Stay strong, Justin. Talk later."
     "Later." I said, and hung up. I looked at the
others. Joey and Lance had come up with belts also.
Joy of all joys. I sighed.
     "Jc, hold him back." Chris instructed.
     "Aye aye captain." he yawned. He walked over
behind me and I gave him my hands. I knew the drill.
He pulled and twisted them  behind my back so I
couldn't move without sharp pain. I sighed again.
Yeah, I knew the drill all too well.
     "Okay, not his face." Lance said. "Too much
public. " he looked at me. "You want to be a smart
ass? Okay." he punched me in the stomach. I closed my
eyes tight, waiting to breathe again. You know how it
is when you get the wind knocked out of you, you just
want to lie down and close your eyes and wait to be
able to get some air, not sure you ever will again.
Cause when you can't breathe, nothing else matters.
Lance punched my stomach again. They all (excluding
Jc-he was holding my hands) punched my in the stomach
a bunch of times. Then Jc let go of my arms. Chris
pushed me down and kicked my stomach and chest, hard.
Pain spread quickly. I couldn't even breathe anymore.
It was all just pain. Joey and Lance kicked me too.
Then Jc knelt down and pulled my shirt off me roughly.
I closed my eyes tight when I saw Lance pick up his
belt and raise it high...


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