I Need You Tonight

Wow, it's story time once again!

DISCLAIMER: I do now know the sexualities of the Backstreet boys, and I only will if they ever admit them themselves. Only time will tell!

Chapter 9

I had to admit, Australia was almost exactly like a city in the United States. Except a lot of people had that strange accent about them. They even had basketball, but I was too distracted to notice the teams or the scores. I was currently staring at Brian who sat two seats away. Every time I'd see his face turn just a little towards me, I immediately turned my gaze back to the game. By the end of halftime, the couple of hotdogs I had eaten were swimming in my stomach unpleasantly and I needed to go to the bathroom. I got up from my seat.

"Hey, are you going to the bathroom?" AJ called to me.

"Yeah." I answered meekly.

"We need to go too." Never in my life have I've ever went to the bathroom with a couple of guys willingly. It kinda scared me, cause after I had flushed the toilet in the men`s bathroom, I caught AJ staring at himself in the mirror, plucking an eyelash hair.

"I can never get these things less bushy." AJ complained. I laughed inwardly, staring at my own reflection aloofly. I looked like shit, as usual. A toilet flushed and Brian stepped out, toilet paper trailing from his shoe like a dork. AJ raised an eyebrow at him and laughed. Brian looked down and hastily shook the offending tissue away. It really was rather cute…But I didn't need to start thinking that or anything else in the nature of my ex being cute.

"Are we ready to go, girls?" I asked sarcastically, opening the door. They both chuckled and followed me out the door. We were just fixing to climb to our seats when a lizard mascot spotted us and ran over to us. I flinched. I hated mascots. Then the lizard spoke.

"Are you the Backstreet boys?" It asked in awe, it's bugged eyes asked us imploringly.

"Um, yeah." AJ said, giving the thing a small smile.

"AHHH!!!" A girl voice in the mascot uniform screamed, jumping in the air. I gazed in utter horror as she landed in my arms, straddling me in a hug. I held her in place, patting her back awkwardly. She wouldn't stop screaming while she hugged me, and trying to be as polite as I could, I dumped her on the floor. But the damage had already been done. Girls of every age and race were stampeding from the stands. We ran. Fast. I could only follow a blurred shape of what I hoped to be AJ as we went through the doors, up a staircase, around a plant, through a hall. Hundreds of excited screams and the pounding of high heels on tiled floor followed us the entire time. Luck was on our side for a second as an open elevator came into view and we rushed on. There was only another man in there, who stood with a hand over his chest, shocked beyond reason at what he had just seen. We breathed hard, smiling at each other happily.

"I think we've lost them." AJ said, smiling broadly and slapping our backs joyfully. The elevator doors opened again and to our amazement, there was a crowd of girls just coming from the stairwell. Brian frantically pushed the button to the elevator, willing the doors to close. They did just as a rather speedy girl was just about to touch it. We breathed in again, pushing the button for the roof.

"We'll be able to lock the roof door when we get there." AJ said loudly. We stared at him in question.

"You both act like I've never been chased." He said, looking back at them in an annoyed manner. Conversation was cut short, however, as the doors opened and again to their surprise, tired young girls were pouring through the doors. We looked at each other, then we fled to the safety of the roof. Me and Brian raced through and AJ closed the door swiftly, locking it. He leaned against it, laughing in happiness.

"We did it! We did it!" He cheered. He smiled. The door behind him lurched and he stopped smiling. He backed away slowly, watching as the door was hit repeatedly by the restrained crowd. We edged toward the end of the roof, staring nervously at the street 100 stories below us.

"It's okay, we're not going to die." AJ joked, letting small, nervous laughs escape him. The door burst open and girls flooded the roof, arms stretched towards us.

"OH SHIT WE'RE GONNA DIE!" AJ bellowed. I looked around vainly for a way out, then I spotted a small window washing basket on the side of the building.

"Come over here!" I yelled to them, and they both blindly followed my order. "In here." I said breathlessly, letting each of them into the basket. AJ found the controls next to him and tried to find the right button to start it's descent. It stalled for only a second before slowly descending. The girls stayed back, with only one or two valiantly trying to hop into the basket. AJ whooped happily, but I noticed that Brian had gone white in fear, cowering as far away from the front edge as he could. It seemed that I had forgotten about his incredible fear of heights. The basket was old and rickety, and even I, who loved to bungee jump nonetheless, was a bit scared. Another lurch brought a sort of squeaking sound from Brian, and I felt him wrap his arms around my waist and bury his head into my chest. I reveled in our closeness and I absentmindedly stared out at the tall buildings around us. I saw AJ smile at me, giving a feeble thumbs up. I smiled back, closing my eyes as I wrapped my arms around him. I heard him sigh and I felt his little body shake from fear, or was it fear? Yet now was not the time to analyze the situation as we were in a risky situation. We had only crept slowly down the face of the building for two minutes and we had only gone five floors. It was better than nothing, though.

"It's okay, we'll get through this Brian." I whispered to him, feeling a breeze waft though the cool, clear day. He nodded against my chest and sighed again. I felt him relax considerably. I heard a strange buzzing sound and my head shot up, my ears perking up to the sound. AJ immediately turned his attention to the controls, but nothing he did helped. The basket stopped completely. I groaned as I knew we were now stuck up here. Brian, who thought we had finally got to the bottom, looked over the edge. He gave a terrified yelp and clung to me once again. Despite being stuck about 90 stories in the heat, I still smiled broadly.

"Man, I don't have my cell phone." AJ admitted, leaning against the back of the basket.

"Well, someone has to get us. We're three Backstreet boys stuck on a building. How much more obvious can we be?" I asked lightly. The basket suddenly started up again.

"Alright! We have some good luck now…" But just as he said it, the basket stopped dead once again. Brian had now gone pale, completely miffed by the possibility of riding on a dysfunctional window washing basket. This was nothing like a roller coaster at a theme park, which was what I kept comparing it to in my own mind. It stood still for another five minutes, then it rumbled once again and descended rather shakily. I breathed a sigh of relief. I felt Brian also breath a little more slower.

"Okay, now we can get off this stup…" It stopped.

"Damn it AJ, when the damn thing starts to move, shut your mouth!" I yelled as the basket shook threateningly.

"It isn't my fault! The damn thing is fucked up!"

"Did you press something? Lord knows you'd screw up something so simple as a fucking basket…"

"No, it just can't handle all of your weight…" I tried to grab at AJ, but surprisingly Brian pulled me back.

"We're not going to accomplish anything with the two of you at each other's throats." Brian yelled. Me and AJ both stared open mouthed at him, surprised that he had the courage to speak. Brian gave us both a parental stare until we both resigned ourselves to looking at the view again. I began to hate the stupid buildings and that fucking wind messing up my hair. Brian had let go of me but didn't dare look at the ground. Perhaps that's why now everything seemed so bad, I had thought miserably. The window washer clinked, and we waited to see what it would do. With a grind of protest, it started again. Then we heard metal scraping metal and to our horror we were rushing through the air at an alarming rate; we were falling.

Each of us screamed as we fell faster and faster to the ground. This was it. As the hair whipped my face and I saw the other two screaming, Brian grabbed blindly at me and held me tight. Still terrified, I held him back, feeling tears prick my eyes. In the matter of seconds I was going to be laying flat on the ground. I waited for death to arrive, my last thought being how I wished I had been nicer to Brian. The ground came nearer and nearer and we were going to hit I winced considerably…Something pulled us back. The cart had stopped just a foot from the ground. I felt my insides lurch up and I struggled to regain my sanity. Everything came into focus and people were watching us, amazed just as much as us that we had not died. They clapped and cheered and I felt immensely pleased that we weren't dead.

"Oh, I think I've broke a butt cheek." AJ moaned and I saw that he was sprawled out on the cool metal of the basket. After rubbing his butt tenderly, AJ immediately jumped out of the cart, perhaps because he didn`t know what it would do. I tried to leave, but Brian was still holding on to me with his eyes tightly closed as if he were still falling. I smirked and prodded him on the shoulder. He jumped backward, nearly falling down. I smiled at him and he looked around, then smiled at me. I think it was the most happiest smile I had ever seen. Overjoyed, he leaped forward and grabbed me in a bear hug once again. Happy though he was, I was actually quite shocked when he actually picked me up from the ground in a hug. We shared one last happy look as we left the possessed basket behind us.

From that day forward me and Brian were officially friends once again. I mean, there are just some things in life that happen where you can't help but like the other person. For us, it had taken a 100-story plummet to bond us again.