Back in the hotel room everything and everyone was silent. Their heads hanging low, knowing life would never be the same without Nick there. Well, in the group at least. They knew the media would get a kick out the this. But Kevin started getting restless about this thought.
"Guys, what are we going to do?" Kevin asked quietly.
No one answered.
"What the hell are we going to do?!" he yelled again.
Still silent.
"God damnit Brian, get your lazy ass off the floor! God! It's all your fault! F*ck you!" he screamed at the top of his lungs.
He grabbed the remote control from the table and heaved it at Brian. Brian shielded his face with his hand for protection, but it was off aim and it hit the wall and shattered. AJ winced at the sound.
Kevin was really out of control. He walked over to Brian slowly and nudged his ribs with his foot.
"Brian, God damnit! Get your lazy ass off the floor! Why the hell... You know what? I can't even stand to talk to you anymore. You know why? Because you're such a dumbass! F*ck you! F*ck you and everyone else!" Kevin screamed.
Kevin was about to charge at Brian and beat the living shit out of him when Howie jumped directly in front of him, shoving him backwards.
"What the hell are you doing D? Get out of the way!"
Howie didn't move. Instead he shoved Kevin back again, then started wrestling him to the bed. Kevin tried to push Howie up, but he couldn't. Howie was too strong. Straining a little against Kevin's struggling, he pinned him to the bed.
"Kevin, chill out! Think about what you're doing. He's your cousin, man."
"Yeah, well, what-" Kevin started. Howie cut him off.
"Just shut the f*ck up Kevin! Just shut up and lay there damnit! You here me? Don't go anywhere near him!" Howie screamed. Just then they heard talking out in the hallway.
Everyone was now still, heads hanging low, thinking bad thoughts about each other.
The door flew open and Lou, the manager, stepped in. Laughing.
"Guys, you really should try the night life. I just got to hug some babe, and then she squeezed my ass... Hey, where the hell is Nick?" Lou asked.
"He's gone," AJ said weakly.
"What do you mean? Gone where?"
"He's gone damnit! He's quit the group!" AJ yelled at the manager.
"What? Why that son of a bitch! I swear I'm gonna kick his ass the next time I see him..."
He went on and on, each tome he swore he kicked the mattress on one of the beds. After a while he was finished.
"You know, don't anyone else think of quitting. We already have enough f*cking shit to do with the press."
He walked out the door, slamming it hard and cursing as he made his way down the hall.
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