"Ew, AJ," Nick said, making a face. AJ groaned.
"I'm sick," AJ said.
"No your not, your hungover," Nick said. AJ ran to the bathroom and threw up a couple more times. He felt horrible, but he remembered absolutely nothing about the night before. He just remembered in the beginning he felt really good and relaxed and he forgot about his problems...he threw up again, then decided that it was worth it.
"Where's AJ?" Brian asked. Kevin pointed to the bathroom. "Aw, man," Brian said, and knocked on the door. "You okay?"
"Perfectly fine, Bri, I'm good as new," AJ said sarcastically, and threw up at that.
"Do you want me to get you anything?"
"How about a new head?"
"I'll get you some advil, AJ."
"Tylenol."
"What's the difference?"
"You have to eat before you take advil." AJ threw up again at the thought of food. Brian went to go get him the tylenol, but didn't make AJ take it, because he'd throw it right up. Instead he just left it on the counter in the bathroom, since he figured AJ would be there a while.
Later, AJ was laying on the bed, feeling much better but still a little achy. They had a concert that night, so he had to get up in about an hour, but he was content with just laying there. He was feeling crappy again, not only physically but mentally. He was depressed yet again and didn't want to do anything. He sat up and looked around, wondering where the other guys were. Just then Brian ran into his room and slammed the door.
"What happened?" AJ asked.
"Nick is chasing me," Brian said, out of breath.
"Explain..."
"I broke his Gameboy and he is on a mad rampage," Brian said worriedly. AJ started cracking up.
"You go Bri!" he exclaimed. Brian laughed a little.
"He needed to stop playing it anyway. You feelin' better?"
"A little." Brian smiled.
"Enough to go practice now?"
"Now?!" AJ whined.
"I'm sorry..." AJ got up.
"It's okay, I'm fine," AJ said quickly, and opened the door. "Let's go."
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