Jen's Jeep Grand Cherokee parked in front of the mansion and Jen jumped out, waving a magazine in her hand, screaming at Allana. "Ohmigod, Allana, I'm going to kill you when I get to you! I swear you will die!"
"Uh-oh, AJ," Allana smirked. "I think Rolling Stone came out!"
"Alexander James McLean!" Was heard in the background and AJ smirked, too.
"Mom's here screaming!" AJ laughed. "Guess so!"
"Call me back if you live through this," Allana smiled and swung her legs back over to the right side of the balcony.
"Alright - same goes for you," AJ smiled and hung up.
"Allana!" Jen came out waving the magazine around. Liz and Kylie, who were both laying out, jumped up.
"Is that it? Let us see!" They squealed.
"You showed your tattoo?" Liz stared at the cover, which was the picture of AJ and Allana holding their shirts up.
"That's not that bad, Jen, why kill her?" Kylie asked.
"Open it," Jen demanded.
The flipped it open and the first picture they saw was the picture of them hugging each other, naked.
"Naked?" Liz squealed.
"Why not? It was fun," Allana laughed. "Princess enjoyed it."
"I bet she did," Jen said sardonically.
"I told her not to do that, that it was too naughty, but I just couldn't stop her," Allana laughed again.
"Why are you laughing?" Jen screamed. "This could ruin our career, you idiot!"
"No, it won't do a damn thing to your career!" Allana yelled back. Yelling when Jen was mad was the only way to get things through her head. "This doesn't say a word about Devil's Angels in it, it's simply My Alter-Ego, Princess!"
"So? They know you're from us!" Jen screamed.
Liz ran inside to answer the phone ringing in her room and Kylie, who had until then just watched, jumped up.
"God, Jen!" Kylie yelled.
"What?" Jen snapped.
"Lighten up, Jesus Christ!" Kylie yelled. "She's right - it doesn't involve the three of us, it's her project. And even so, I don't care what other people think of me, neither does Liz or Allana. You didn' used to!"
Jen stared at Kylie. Kylie was right, Jen hadn't in the past cared about what people thought of them.
"Jen," Kylie added, quietly and nicely. "I'm sorry about yelling at you, but it's not that big of a deal. We'll hold a press conference the minute we get a call from a reporter about it. And AJ and the Backstreet Boys will come, too."
Liz, who had returned in time to here the last part, smiled grimly. "Time for a press conference, then."
"Alexander James McLean!" Denise was screaming. "How could you do it? How could you put the other boys' careers in danger?"
Kevin and Howie nodded, glaring at him, while Brian and Nick sat on the floor laughing hysterically.
AJ, sick of being screamed at, finally screamed back. "Because it's my project!"
Denise, unaccustomed to her son yelling back, shut her mouth and stared at him.
"Johnny doesn't involve them, neither does Princess. This isn't about the Backstreet Boys, it's about Johnny No-Name!" AJ's face was turning red and he was glaring at Howie and Kevin. "I'll hold a freaking press conference if it'll make you happy."
"It will," Kevin and Howie said simply.
"God, you two are pissing me off about this whole Johnny thing," AJ said to them. "Johnny is my business, my project, my responsiblity. Hell, Johnny's me. And you two are throwing a fit over something Johnny does that doesn't involve you. How fucking immature can we get, here?" AJ turned and stalked away to set up an appointment for the press conference with Princess and Devil's Angels.
"He's right," Howie muttered.
"Fuck him," Kevin said, stalking out.
"I'll check on that later," Brian said, as he and Nick had shut up when AJ started yelling.
"Good idea," Denise muttered. "Mr. Moody lately, isn't he?"
"I bet he and Kristin" - Kristen being his on-again, off-again girlfriend - "broke up!" Nick said.
"Probably," Brian agreed, grabbing the door handle and pulling himself off the floor with it.
"Press conference is in two hours at the beach at Devil's Angels house," AJ announced.
"Hey, man, I'm sorry," Howie said to AJ.
AJ grinned triumphantly. "Ok," He said.
"What about Kev? Who wants to tell him?" Nick asked, already sure he didn't.
"Let the asshole figure it out on his own," AJ said.
"Alexander!" Denise snapped.
"Sorry, Mom," AJ muttered, picking up the phone. "I've got to call 'Lana back."
"His flavor of the week, Allana," Brian explained to Denise. "The one in the pictures."
"Shut up, Rok, is not," AJ muttered, glaring at Brian.
"Oh, so it's flavor of the day?" Kevin, who had returned, asked cynically.
"No, it's not like that at all," AJ said patiently to Kevin, as if Kevin were a little child, only irritating him further.
Chapter 5: The Press Conference