~Mercedes~
Mercedes stopped running once she was outside the door.
'Whew! That was close!' Mercedes thought as she smacked herself in the head and made her way to A.J.'s room.
'Hmm....I am pretty scared of what I'm gonna see...he may have company.'
Stopping at the door's entrance, she could hear the sound of furniture scraping against the floor. Knocking hesitantly, the door was thrown open to reveal one of the most disturbing sights in history. A large stereo was centered in the middle of the room, blasting played out old 70's music. The four remaining Backstreet Boys were jumping on the two beds in there boxer shorts and loudly singing with the music. Empty junk food bags littered the floor, and all 4 heads abruptly turned towards her.
"Um....uh....um hi, I guess." Mercedes stammered, still shocked by the display. The remaining Backstreet Boys stopped jumping on the bed and A.J. spoke up.
"Hey baby! You come to test drive a pinto? Cause theirs 4 right here just waiting for a driver." Mercedes laughed at the metaphor and walked in, shutting the door behind her.
"Hey!" Brian exclaimed. " If you wanna stay you got to strip down and act like a man!"
Mercedes just looked at them for a moment before throwing off her shirt and pants to reveal a matching blue silk bra and under wear set. All four guys stared in shock as she walked over and climbed in A.J.'s lap.
"What are you staring at? You ready for a real party?" Mercedes asked, selecting a new cd and placing it in the cd player. Jumping off A.J.'s lap, Mercedes jumped on the bed right as the opening chorus of "Celebrate good times, come on!" came on. The 5 continued to jump on the beds until Mercedes grabbed a bad of doritos and a bottle of coke and began throwing doritos at the guys, only stopping to pour and entire 2-litre bottle of coke right down Kevin's pants.
Without realizing it, a full fledged food fight broke out, twinkies and ice cream flying everywhere. Chips flew across the room in showers, landing loudly on the floor. Pizza and pizza boxes were hurled across the room, landing greasily on the others.
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