Date: Wed, 20 Jun 2001 03:26:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chica
Subject: The Next Day-Chapter 6

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT KNOW IF THE BACKSTREET BOYS ARE GAY. THE EVENTS
PRESENTED IN THIS STORY ARE FICTION AND IF ANY OF IT ACTUALLY HAPPENED,
IT IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. Get it? J

Chapter 6

Damn it, what the hell is wrong with me? I thought I was a dumb person,
but tonight I just proved myself to be a freaking retard. Now I had to
clean my messed up room and try to smooth out this stupid ass hair that
never sticks right. It had been 30 minutes since Brian called. I had
thrown (well, asked, but if felt like I did) AJ out of my room a while
ago to try and make some sort of effort to look presentable. I ran around
in circles, looking like a hyper dog. As I was brushing my teeth, a
thought hit me; why the hell am I doing this? I shouldn't have to go to
extra lengths to make sure he's comfortable. He sure didn't show me any
mercy when he dumped me flat on my ass. Thinking of this, I ruffled my
hair and began throwing shirts back on the floor. I turned the TV on to
MTV and listened to some music. I laid on the bed, trying to calm myself
down. It was really no big deal. We were just going to talk and maybe
play Nintendo and maybe make up and maybe kiss...Listen to me. I sound
like a school girl or something. I needed to wake up and realize that my
little fantasy world has been fucked up and what remains is me, this
fucked up world, and Brian who was coming over tonight. I evened my
breathing, needing to be smooth when Brian came over. Just as I felt
myself relaxing, a knock sounded from the door. I jumped up from the bed,
my heart beginning to race. Great work there, Carter. I slowly walked
toward the door, trying my best to seem aloof and calm. My hand was
shaking slightly as I gripped the door handle and twisted it open to
reveal...

...A hotel maid. I let the breath I didn't know I was holding out,
putting a hand on my hip.

"Oh, God. Y-You're Nick C-Carter!" She said in amazement. Oh no, not
another fan. I gave her my patented fake smile and raised my eyebrows in
question.

"Y-You have a message from B-Brian Littrell." This girl needed some
Ritalin.

"Thank you. " I pulled out a pen and scribbled an autograph on a torn
piece of paper and handed it to her. I figured she deserved it, on
account of that she made full sentences and didn't rape me.

"Thank y-you, Nick" She stuttered, walking away in a daze. I closed the
door, remembering the message. I read the message once, then twice to see
if I had read it right.

Nick, I can't come over tonight. Something's come up and I have to be
somewhere else. I'll explain later.

-Brian

My hand trembled only for a second until I balled up my fist, crushing
the note in the tight grip. An anger and built up rage I hadn't known I
had welled inside my chest, bursting from my senses. I felt my face grow
red hot and my eyes bored imaginary holes in the crushed note as I threw
it in the garbage. In rage, I picked up the garbage can and proceeded to
hurl it against the hotel wall. It's contents spread everywhere,
littering the floor. Not finding any solace in that, I picked up the desk
chair and threw it where I had thrown the trash can. Rage filled inside
me and soon I started throwing everything I could get my hands on; lamps,
vases, suitcases, everything in the room. I didn't stop until almost
everything was destroyed and the fight had left my body. I slumped
awkwardly onto the bed, rubbing my eyes. Hot tears flowed down my face
and I couldn't control them any longer. I sobbed loudly into the
demolished room, my cries of utter despair echoing around me. I fell onto
my bed, soaking the pillow within a few seconds. After my initial
outburst, I heard feet run across the room and I felt arms hold me. I had
forgotten that Howie and Joey were next door, but didn't care much about
it, as long as they were here. Joey smoothed down my hair and Howie held
me from behind, whispering for me to just let it out. I did. It took many
more minutes just to get me breathing right again. Then I felt I needed
some answers and fast.

"Y'all...where did Brian go to tonight?" I asked meekly. Howie
hesitated in telling me. He knew. "Please tell me. I need to know." I
choked out.

"He went with LeighAnne to go see `Cats' on ice." Howie said softly.
My heart suddenly stopped completely. My sadness was replaced by anger. I
jerked myself from their arms and started to pace the room. They looked
at me, not knowing what to say to comfort me. Can't blame them. Only a
complete jerk off would do this. I whirled around quickly, surprising
them.

"'Cats'? Cats? He missed coming over to see cats with his bitch?! You
know what? Fuck him, I didn't want him over anyways. I don't ever want
to see him ever again. What the hell was I thinking letting him come
over? Oh, he's going to pay for this severely. I hope he burns in hell
with his stupid bitch!!" I screamed, picked up a large piece of a broken
vase and crashing it against the wall. I screamed again for comfort and
stormed out of the room, off to get another.

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A couple of hours later I was situated in another room. I sat at a desk,
going over tomorrow's schedule. I had put on some different clothes for
the hell of it and I had put on my pair of reading glasses. I groaned out
loud when I read that me and Brian were supposed to swoon a young girl.
Who the hell makes these schedules? LeighAnne's relatives? I sighed,
setting the piece of paper down. What I needed to do was just get over
him, but I don't think I had the strength. So I decided to do what
anyone else in my position do; keep pissing Brian & LeighAnne off and
make sure what happened tonight never happened again. I needed to grow
harder and more used to getting my heart broken. From now on I didn't
love Brian. Only my old, naive self would do something as stupid as that.
No, this was a new me. I had turned over a brand new leaf. I felt better
already. I stretched in my seat and decided to put on some music. Just my
luck, blasting over the speakers was Aretha Franklin's `I Will
Survive'. Talk about a sign! I bobbed my head to the beat lightly,
walking over to the mini bar to get a drink. I stopped, however, when I
spotted three females outside of my balcony window, shivering in the
night air. Just as I was about to call security, though, something about
the situation, my new leaf, and that damn song made me bold. The OLD Nick
would call security. The new Nick was better, riskier. He was also
hornier...

I followed my logic to the window, opening it. The girls blushed,
obviously not expecting me to see them. I smiled at them.

"Ladies, what are you doing out there? Come on in here, I'll make
y'all a drink." I said, flashing my `Nick Carter' smile. They
whispered excitedly to one another and walked inside. I closed the
window, walked to the bathroom, and checked my spiky hair. Perfect. Now I
was glad I changed into my dress pants and slightly see through shirt. I
also was having fun earlier and decided to put on a collar and a little
mascara. I don't like make-up, it's just that mascara brings out my
eyes and gives me this sultry punk look. I don't know what had gotten
into me, but I sure as hell liked it. Looking in the mirror, I suddenly
kind of liked myself for once. I wasn't `Nicky' or `Frack' or
`blondie'. I was Nick Carter. I AM the Nick Carter. I am charming, I am
sexy, I am in control of his emotions, and I was definitely not gay and
in love with Brian. No, I was Nick Carter, straight man who was fixing to
get laid by three sexy women. What more could a man ask for?

I finished my self-analyzing and went back to the mini bar. The three
girls had taken their jackets off and their breasts were supported by
wonder bras, cleavage here, there, everywhere. I really didn't find that
attractive, but hell, I am Nick Carter, and these three ladies were sexy.

"Y'all can have drinks, right?" I asked, my voice turning into a kind
of purr.

"Well, no. We're 20 and she's 19." The blonde one stated, pointing to
her friends.

"Well, legal is also a good thing." I said, mixing some drinks. I
smiled at them sexually, and they blushed a deep crimson. Oh yeah,
they're mine. "Have a drink on me. I won't tell if you won't." I
handed them each a drink. I bit my lip slowly, walking toward the girls...


The next morning I woke up and the three girls were wrapped up in my bed
sheets. I grinned widely, feeling quite proud of myself. I was truly a
changed man. I mean, what's so wrong with enjoying your fame? Few people
are ever this famous, and all this time I've been cooped up on some bus
playing Nintendo with my `precious' Brian. How lame that Nick was. Nick
Carter didn't play Nintendo. He played with girl's hearts, as well as
playing the field. I was 21, damn it, and I could drink and party my ass
off. AJ wouldn't mind it. It felt so good to be me. My fun was
interrupted shortly by a loud pounding on the door. The girls woke up and
wrapped the sheet around them. Kevin burst through my door, stopping mid
stride as he saw the three girls and me, naked as a jay bird, getting up.

"Nick, what the hell is this?!" Kevin yelled, pointing at the girls.
The girls, however, were eyeing Kevin. I guess they figured they could
get a married man as well as a cute blonde.

"What do you think it is, Kevy?" I asked him slyly.

"How the hell could you do this?" Kevin said, switching from angry to
bewildered.

"Easy, take off your clothes, get in bed, and start fucking." I stated
simply, finding a shirt I liked and slipping it on.

"Did you use protection?" Kevin asked, still not believing what had
happened.

"Yes, I did thank-you-very-much. I'm not stupid." I defended. It's
true, I did use protection. Nick Carter does not get scanky women
pregnant. No whore was having my baby.

"Well, I...I'm glad you at least thought that through. Well, just be at
the stadium in half an hour." Kevin finished briskly, walking out the
door. After I signed autographs for the girls for their silence, I
arrived at the stadium, late, and hurriedly put my costume on.

"So, was it two Nick?" Howie asked, walking up to me, a smile perched
on his face. He winked at me discreetly. I winked back, returning his
playful smile.

"No, it was three. A blonde, a brunette, and a red head." I told him. I
looked straight at where Brian and LeighAnne were sitting, and smirked.

"You're nothing but a whore." LeighAnne shot at me. Here we go.

"Better just a whore instead of a whore and a bitch." I replied.

"They probably had more than two diseases apiece." She said
disgustedly.

"Wow, that's less than you have!" I said sarcastically.

"Bastard." She said simply.

"Bitch." I shrugged, passing it off.

"Brian, I'm so glad you decided to stay away from him, calling you like
that..."

"Um, sweetie, he called me first. Oh, he didn't tell you?" By the
embarrassed flash in her eyes to the cold stare she gave Brian I guess
not. Now there's a bastard for you. I finished putting my costume on
just when the manager called us to go perform. As I walked out, I made
sure my cape swept in their faces.

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Whew, Nick gets mean! Is he really a changed man or is his old self still
buried deep down inside? Will Brian ever apologize? Will LeighAnne ever
kiss and make up with Nick? (Will hell freeze over?) What the hell is
with AJ and his sudden feelings? Will I delve into that or leave you
wondering? Will Howie ever get a bigger part? Will Kevin, more
importantly? Will Kevin EVER get a good part in this story? Will I ever
stop asking questions? If you think you know the answers, or just want to
ask some more questions, or hell, even state the ones above again, then
e-mail me, baby!!