I'll never break your heart
I'll never make you cry
I'd rather die
Than live without you
I'll give you all of me honey that's no lie
I'll never break your heart
I'll never make you cry
I'd rather die
Than live without you
I'll give you all of me honey that's no lie
*AN: I diss BSB a little in the beginning. Well, I personally don't. The characters do. But I am the one writing it. I absolutely totally do NOT feel that way. It's just to set the story, ok? ---Kristy:)*
"Edie Felicia Palmer, get your ass down here NOW!" I screamed up the stairs at my roommate and best friend.
"Alright, alright, I'm coming," she replied as she appeared at the top of the stairs. "Why are you so anxious, anyway? It's just another record party. We've done this before."
"No reason, I just don't feel like waiting on you again," she replied.
"Wait, it couldn't be because the BACKSTREET BOYS are going to be there, could it?" she asked teasingly.
"Edie, if you know what's good for you, just don't go there," I replied, glaring at her.
"Ok, so which one do you like? That one guy who acts like he's 10 and actually thinks he can sing? Or the little girlie troll? Or is it the old man? Or the wannabe bad boy? Oh, wait, I know! You have a crush on the little gay surferboy!"
Ok, that did it. Dress or no dress, I ran up to her and started hitting her. She knows I hate them with a passion. So I hit her, and she hit me back, and we continued this until we were laughing so hard we could barely breathe, our hair was screwed up, and we both had noticeable bruises.
Yes, we act like this all the time.
Ok, so a little explaining is necessary. My name is Adrienne Daniella Morrison, and I'm 20 years old. I live with my best friend Edie Palmer in a big apartment in San Francisco. Edie is 23 years old, which makes her older than me. Trust me, she teases me about it all the time. I hate it, too. She could legally drink 2 years ago, and I'm still underage! It's not fair! Well, anyway, Edie worked for at the Jive Records offices here, (*AN: I have no idea if there are Jive offices in Frisco, I just put that in. ---Kristy:)*) so through her I got to go to a lot of parties and meet a lot of famous people. It's SO cool! I myself am in training to be a pilot. I'm definitely the type of person who loves the high-action, high-risk jobs. Edie's a little more grounded. So, anyway, we fixed ourselves up and climbed into her BMW Z3 convertible.
"So have you met the Backstreet Boys before, Edie?" I asked teasingly.
"Um, actually yeah, like once. But it was extremely brief, thank god," she answered cooly.
"I have a question for you. If you dislike boy bands so much, why do you work at the record label that signs so many of them?" I asked her.
She rolled her eyes.
"The Backstreet Boys and 'N Synce AREN'T the only artists on Jive's label, you know. And I happen to love my job. I've always wanted to go into something in the music industry. You know that."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say."
She just sighed. About 10 minutes later, we arrived at the party destination. We walked in and started talking to people. At one point Edie was involved in a conversation with some old guy about a new girl group or something, so I excused myself to get some punch. I slowly filled a cup and started walking back when someone bumped into me, spilling bright red punch all over my dress. The dress was black at least, but it still had a big old wet spot on it. I grabbed a napkin and started attempting to soak it up.
"You idiot! God! Have you ever heard of watching where you're going?" I screamed.
"Sorry," a male voice said sheepishly.
Then I looked up and realized who it was.
"Oh, you're one of the Bullshit Boys, aren't you?" I said calmly.
He snorted.
"Bullshit Boys. That's a new one. You aren't a fan, I take it?
"Uh no, to put it nicely. If you want the truth, I absolutely cannot stand groups who manipulate little girls into buying merchandies with their faces plastered all over them by taking their shirts off and exposing so-called six-packs. Not to mention, you guys can't even sing. Well, you can sing, but you sure as hell can't sing good! Oh, and about you personally, you really can't go for the 'ghetto-tatoos-piercings-hair-dye-bad-boy' look when you're in a gay teenybopper band. It just doesn't work."
He just laughed. I think he was used to recieving insults. Of course, looking at the band, I could see why he would be.
"What are you doing at this party, anyway?" he asked, almost hostile.
"Well, I happen to be here with my roommate," I replied, gesturing over to Edie.
"Edie Palmer? Of Jive Records?" I nodded. "Oh yeah, we met her once. I remember because she got that same look of hatred on her face when she saw us that you did when you first saw me. But her and Rok seem to getting on okay," he said, pointing to where the two of them were flirting.
"Ugh! I can't believe her! The little traitor!" I exclaimed.
"Oh, I see. It's unacceptable for one of you high and mighty superior people to be talking to one of US," AJ said sarcastically.
"Oh, just DON'T even go there. I'm not the one with the swollen head," I said.
"Oh, so now I have a swollen head also? Your insults are so creative."
"At least I CAN insult people, unlike a little gay teenybopper band."
"Number one, I believe that's the second time you've called us a little gay teenybopper band. Insults don't count as insults if you you use them over and over. Second of all, you don't know us well enough to say we can't insult people."
"And that, I am thankful of."
"You're a real sweetheart, you know that?"
"Yeah, how do you think I earned the nickname bitch? Now, if you excuse me, I'm going to go kill my best friend now."
I hurried over to where Edie and Brian were talking. I could tell she was in major flirt mode, and he wasn't doing any better. Ugh!
"Edie, I gotta talk to you," I said as I came up to her.
"Just a moment," she said, smiling at Brian.
"NOW!" I almost yelled.
"Ok, ok, sheesh. I'll be back in a few minutes, okay Brian?"
He nodded and I dragged her over to where the bathrooms were.
"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?" I asked angrily.
"Umm, well, I'm talking. You know, when you open your mouth and your vocal chords vibrate, producing sound-"
I interrupted her.
"Cut the crap, Edie. I know that you're talking. But why the hell are you talking to HIM? I mean, you do know who he is, right?"
"Uh yes, I know who he is. I work with famous people, remember? And I don't see anything wrong with talking to him."
"EDIE! Hello? You aren't just talking, you're MAJORLY flirting! And what ever happened to the 'Anti-BSB' thing? You hate them, remember?"
"But he's cute!" she whined
"That's it! I give up on you! But you're gonna regret this..."
"Yeah, whatever. See ya," she said as she went back to flirt with Brian.
I just shook my head. I was walking back over to the other end of the room when someone bumped into me. Well, guess who it was?
"Oh, you again," I said.
"Yeah, sorry, I'm having a clumsy night," he replied with a sheepish smile.
"Yeah, I noticed, at least I wasn't holding any punch this time," I said, returning the smile.
Um, Adrienne? Did you just SMILE at him? I asked myself. I pondered over it for a little while, but I figured what the hell. Maybe Edie was right...though I would never let her know that!
"By the way, I'm sorry for being so rude earlier...I don't know what got into me," I said to him.
"Hey, that's okay. Besides, it was kinda nice not to have a girl jump all over me when she meets me for a change."
"Yeah, I'm sure it was."
"Um, I know you're gonna say no to this, but here I go. I have no idea why, but for some reason I'm just really attracted to you. I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out sometime?"
"Um, yeah, sure, I guess," I replied, trying not to sound as eager as I felt.
"Ok, I'll call you, ok? You said you lived with Edie, right?"
I nodded.
"Ok, well I can easily get her number from Donna, so I'll call you tomorrow."
"Ok."
"Well, I gotta go, nice talkin to ya."
"You too."
I sat down on a couch and thought about what had just happened for awhile. I, Adrienne Morrison, Backstreet-Hater, was going to go out with a Backstreet Boy. Interesting. But you know, maybe they weren't as bad as I thought.