Chapter Two

Over in Mideel . . .

"Gosh, we pick the tiniest remote village we could find to hide in and these girls still find us. It's like they have radar attached to their brains or something," Brian, one of the Backstreet Boys, said. He was looking out the window of the small Mideel Inn, dodging the occasional love letter that came flying through it. There was a mob of screaming girls, flailing their arms madly in the air. He was about to shut the window when a girl dove off the roof, into the room.

"ohmygod!ohmygod! It's B-b-b-b-b-brian! OH MY GOD! It's them!!!!!!!!" she squeled, looking like she was about to have a seizure. It was Brian's turn to scream as she lunged at him. He ran around the room, the girl strapped around his waist like the Jaws of Life. He tried to pry her off with the hotel's TV remote. She only squeezed tighter, cutting the circulation out of his legs.

"I love yoooooouuuu! Will you marry meeeeeeeeeeeeee?!?!?!?!?!?!?! Ahahahah!" she yelped as he started to bang his suitcase on her head. Since her head was 90% air, it had little effect.

"Security!" he managed as the girl started to make wedding plans.

"And a big limo too! Ooo! I looove yoooou!"

A big fat bouncer slammed the door open, picked the girl up by the back of her neck like a small dog, and carried her out. Brian breathed a sigh of releif. "Thanks T-Roy."

"No prob," the big man said, the girl nawing on his arm. The other BSB's came in, and Brian shook his head.

"That's the sixth one today. I can't do this! I'm gonna go bald at 25, I've been ripping my hair out all day!"

"Doesn't that hurt?" Nick asked, and Brian rolled his eyes. Nick scratched his head, litterally confused because he didn't understand why his friend would pull the hair out of his head.

"Maybe we should just cancel the Junon show," Kevin said, taking a chance of looking down at the crowd. A brick came up, with a girl's phone number tied to it.

"Ahhh! Whoa!" he cried, jumping back. The brick hit Nick in the head. He fell unconscious. Howie looked around. Then sighed.

"Oh no Nick. You can not be unconscious. We can not do the show with out you. Oh no," he said in a monotone voice. The others made mock frowns.

"Rats," A.J. said, walking back to his room.

"Aw darn," Kevin said.

"Shucks. I was so looking forward to it," Howie grumbled, "accidently" stepping on Nick on the way out.

"Hey guys! Don't leave him in here! I don't wanna call 911!" Brian complained, but the others already left.

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"Wow! This thing is so cool!" Goku was running around the Highwind, giggling like a school girl. The others were busy making idle chit chat, and Marlene and Yuffie were enthusiastically bouncing around, almost making more noise than Goku.

"Ooo! I can't wait! I know we'll win those tickets!" Yuffie gushed, too busy day dreaming to be air-sick. Marlene nodded.

"Yup!" they had earlier forced Cid to put on the Millenium CD. It was beginning to grow on him, but there was no way in hell he was letting the others know that.

"Tell me why-eeeee!" Cloud sang, walking out of the bathroom. He realized Vegeta and Barret were right outside the door. In yet another vain attempt to cover his stupidity, he finshied, "Tell me why-eee this stupid song just won't end!"

"Hmm, and I thought Kakorat was a MORON" Vegeta grumbled. He walked away, Barret following him. When they were out of eye and ear shot, Cloud ran up to the deck. No one was up there. He had the whole deck to himself. The sun was setting in the sky, leaving the perfect back drop. He took one last look around, making sure NO ONE was on the top deck.

He carefully pulled the brush he had snagged from the bathroom from his pocket. With one last cafeful gaze around, he finally got to do what he wanted to since he heard the hit boy band. It had been his dream since childhood. When the New Kids on The Block split, he almost cried. But a new band came through for him.

Clous Strife's life long dream may be accomplished one this trip, he decided. He would live his fantasy.

He would be a Backstreet Boy.

He raised the brush to his mouth.

"You are, myyyyyyyyyyy fiiiiiire, the one, deeeeeeesire! Believe, when I saaaaay, I waaaant it thaaaaat way!"

He jumped up and spun around, shaking his butt and doing the 'Night at the Roxbury' head move. He ran up to the front of the deck, doing the dance moves he saw on MTV. He had tapped everyone of their videos and knew their entire dance routines.

He continued singing. He didn't notice that Aeris had come out for a breath of fresh air.

Doing an impressive flip, he landed on the very front tip of the Highwind, belting out the last line of the song.

"'Cause I want it . . . thaaaaaaaaaaaat waaaaaaaaaay!"

Aeris clapped, and he spun around, horrified.

"I was just - I mean it was - I -!"

"It's okay Cloud, I was the only one who heard you. I think it's sweet when a guy can be sensitive!" she smiled and walked back down to the cockpit. He smiled.

Oh, I am SO good . . . he thought. As he headed for the stair well, he heard every person on the ship laughing. He ran down the stairs.

"Aeris! I thought-" he stopped when he saw Cid holding the CB radio mouthpiece.

"Hahahahah! I saw ya' head up to the deck and I was gonna call you to tell you we were gonna land! Hahahahahah! $&$& That's priceless! I heard it all! We all did. Hahahah!"

Cloud breathed in heavily, and let it out slowly. He walked past them to his room. He saw Vincent along hte way.

"Don't say anything!!!" he warned. Vincent just blinked, and continued down the hallway.

Right as Cloud was about to turn the handle to his door, Vincent said, "Oh Cloud? You might want to pick your ego off the floor. It's oozing out your pant leg."

Cloud slammed the door.