"Rokster."
"Brian?"
"Thaaaat's me!" Brian squealed. AJ heard Nick giggle in the backround.
"Hey Bri, just wanted to talk." AJ was wondering why Nick was in Brian's room.
"I thought you were...Kevin please not now! NOT THE SODA!" Brian dropped the phone and ran to Kevin, who opened the soda Nick had shook. It was spurting all over the place.
"Brian?" AJ asked. He didn't get a reply but heard a lot of yelling, from the phone and through the wall. Howie picked up the phone.
"Who's this?"
"D? It's AJ."
"I thought you were asleep."
"What are y'all doing in Brian's room?"
"Oh we are just hanging out, you know, talking and OH MY GOD Kevin you need a shower or something! AJ I gotta go." He hung up the phone and left AJ hanging. 'How nice of them,' he thought, and slammed the phone down. He felt like crying, but he wouldn't let himself cry. He just fell asleep, lonely.
"OOOOHHH THIS IS A STORY ABOUT A GUY NAMED AL AND HE LIVED IN THE SEWER WITH HIS HAMSTER PAL BUT THE SANITATION WORKERS REALLY DIDN'T APPROVE SO HE PACKED UP HIS ACCORDION AND HAD TO MOVE TO A CITY IN OHIO WHERE HE LIVED IN A TREE AND HE WORKED IN A NASAL DECONGESTION FACTORY AND HE PLAYED ON THE COMPANY BOWLING TEAM AND EVERY SINGLE NIGHT HE HAD A FRANTIC REECURING DREAM WHERE HE WAS WEARING LEADERHOSEN IN A VAT OF SOUR CREAM...BUT THATS REALLY NOT IMPORTANT TO THE STORY!" (AN: dont mind my german spelling, yo se espanol) AJ opened his eyes to the song Brian was blasting in his ear.
"What the hell was that for!" Brian laughed.
"To get you to wake up!"
"By blasting Weird Al in my ear so I go deaf? Why wouldn't a 'Hey, AJ, it's morning,' work?" AJ complained. He rubbed his eyes and sat up. "Uggghhhh."
"What's the matter?"
"I feel like shit."
"Are you sick?" Brian asked. AJ wasn't sick at all, he just basically felt depressed, lonely, melancholy, any other word you could think of that means sad.
"Y-yeah, I'm like, like sick or something. I'll be fine," AJ lied, stuttering. He layed back down.
"We still gotta get up though. Interview."
AJ was about to say, 'One more God damn interview...' but decided against it. "Can't you tell them I'm sick?"
"AJ...you know I can't..."
"But why not!" AJ exclaimed, sort of whiney. He rolled over.
"We are all going to a club tonight, since we have the night off. Since you're up anyway, can't you come pleeeease? You can't go out unless you come." Brian said, knowing AJ wasn't sick. 'I don't even want to go to the club,' AJ thought, but then they all might think something was up with him, so he decided not to be negative about it.
"Fine, I'm coming," AJ mumbled, and got out of bed. He threw on some jeans and a shirt he found on the floor. Brian watched him, and noticed his pocketknife on the floor.
"What's this from?" Brian asked. AJ looked at him and went back to buckling his jeans. "AJ..."
"Nothin', dude, I found it in your room," AJ said, and walked out the door. Brian followed, shaking his head.
"Are we almost done?" AJ whispered to Brian.
"Yeah, a couple more questions." AJ looked at his watch.
"Rok we've been here over three-" He was cut off by the radio DJ.
"AJ we have a call for you," the DJ announced.
"Yeah?" AJ said.
"OMG HI AJ OMG I LOVE YOU OMG I WANT TO BE WITH YOU MY NUMBER IS 555-6264 OMG HI!"
"Um...yeah..." AJ said. All he wanted to do was go home.
"Okay well that's all the time we have today for tha BACKSTREET BOYS! We hope to see y'all soon!" the DJ announced, and put on a song. "Beat it and come back in a couple of months." He opened the door and they all walked out.
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