Date: Thu, 5 Oct 2000 09:10:17 -0700 (PDT) From: AJ B Subject: The Sixth Backstreet Boy 6 Ok here's part 6 enjoy. NOTE : FICTION. NEVER HAPPENED. ok? Also if anything in here would offend anyone, I am sorry. Thanx to my pals: Keith, Micki, Coyla, Vanessa, Amber, me, myself, and I. scene continues: "Oh. Oh, sure." he said. He grabbed us some more pop and I followed him to the backyard. He sat down on a bench and I sat next to him. He looked at me expectantly. "They were going to beat me up." I whispered. He kept quiet, waiting, so I went on. "They were all going to hit me. It's four against one, so I can't even try to defend myself or I'll get it worse." "Why were they going to do that?" he asked gently. "Cause I smarted off to Lance." "What? That's plain bull honky if I ever heard it." he insisted. "What on God's green earth did you say to make them _that_ mad?" "Oh, I..it's...complicated. I smarted off once and he warned me I'd get hit then I smarted off again. I was too cocky. It's..it's part of a whole big thing. I mean, I'd like to tell you, but I..you know, don't trust you yet." "Yet?" he raised his eyebrows. "Yeah. I mean, like, I'd like to be your friend and all, and get to know you, so I can trust you and tell you, cause well.."I paused and took a deep breath. "They hit me." I repeated. "They hit me and it's totally unfair. But no one knows. And..they really shouldn't hit me. But.." "You should tell someone." "I want to tell you." "Why me?" "Because...because you're the first person who has been kind or even _civil_ to me in at least a year. And people say you're a really nice guy.." "Everybody loves Brian." he grinned. I didn't say anything and he got serious. "So," he sighed. "What now?" I shrugged. "That one guy..Jc?..did he mean they were going to hit you when I take you back?" "He means I can't get out of it. Yeah." I sighed. "Some friends you have." "I know." Pause. "I want to help you." he said suddenly. "But I don't know how. Tell me?" "You can't." "I can try." he said, gently touching my arm. I sighed. "You can't try unless you know. And you can't know until I tell you all. And I can't tell you all unless I know and trust you." He retracted his hand nonchalantly. "So, let's get to know each other. Names first. I'm Brian Thomas Littrell. My friends call me B-Rok. Your turn." "Justin Randall Timberlake. My friends call me Bastard." "Uh..okay. What can I call you?" "Justin." "Alright. Here's a brief summary of my life. I was born in Lexington, Kentucky in 1975. I got called to Florida for bsb in 1993. I almost died when I was five due to heart problems. In 1998 I had open-heart surgery. It worked. They tell me I'm A-OK now. I love basketball, all sports, videogames. I'm easy going, friendly, and I can't stand arrogant people. You know, that 'I'm better than you' trip. That's one of the only things that can piss me off. Not much does. Another is someone I love or care about being hurt." "Okay." I said. "I was born in Memphis, Tennessee in 1981. I was on the Mickey Mouse Club for while, that's where I met Jc. I love all sports too, and video games. I believe you should like a person for who he is, rather than money, fame, looks, or sexuality." "Good insight." he said. "I belive that too. Okay, my birthday is February 20th, 1975. Last month I turned 27 years old. My biggest fear is heights." "Happy late birthday. My birthday is January 31st, 1981. I'm 21." "Cool. Got drunk yet?" "Well, I've drank, but not to the point of being wasted or anything." "Good. Um..I have a good sense of humor, I like to make people laugh, I don't like it when people make fun of my 5'7 height..hmm..let's see.." "And you're gay?" "Oh yeah. And I'm gay." he said lightly. "I hope that doesn't bother you?" "No, it doesn't." "Good." he paused, then added, "I try not to let that get in the way of, like making friends and stuff, but some people act like..If I say I'm gay, they'll like, inch away from me like I have small pox or chicken pox or, um, another communicable disease." "People suck, Brian." I said bitterly. "Some of them do." he agreed. "And some are downright sweethearts." Pause. "So, are you seeing anyone?" I ventured. He looked at me with a surprised expression on his face. "Oh, well, if it's none of my business you just tell me that and I'll shut up." I said quickly. He gave a faint smile. "Naw, it's okay. Well, I _was_ seeing someone, but...I broke up with him. It's..I guess if I told you why, you'd say it's the stupidest reason ever to break up with someone, but.." he shrugged. "I won't think it's stupid." I said. "Why?" "Well, he.." Brian sighed. He closed his eyes a moment. "Actually, I'd rather not talk about it. I really loved him and it's a bit painful." he sighed. "That's okay." I said. "You don't have to say a word. I'll just shut my big mouth here.." He smiled faintly. "Naw, thass okay. I'm still friends with him and all, but...I don't know. I feel real sad all the time that I'm not with him, and I still love him, but..it was probably all for the best.." he sighed uncertainly. "Was he hurt? When you broke up with him?" "Yeah..he was real hurt..." "Did he cry?" "Yeah." "A lot?" "We both did." "He wasn't mad at you?" Brian sighed. "No. we're still friends. He just told me that he would always love me and hoped that one day we could be together again..Justin, I...I don't want to talk about it anymore.." "Oh. That's okay. You don't have to." "Okay. Are _you_ seeing anyone?" "Nope." "Why not?" he said, surprised. "I've been hearing a lot about you and Britney Spears lately.." I made a face. "Not true, completely untrue. We're _just_ friends, and we always have been. It's just a rumor, and neither of us like it." "Oh. So there's no one at all?" I shrugged. "Can't really find anyone." "Oh. Yeah. That's always a hard problem." ok there's part 6. it's a bit longer, but I had a little more free time this morning. If things go as planned, I'll be ahead of schedule and might be able to post part 7 today while I'm at it. Hey hey, I'm on a roll!! And remember: You can't rape the willing! hee hee hee. ajsaysyourefired@yahoo.com for questions and comments.