hola to all readers!! authors note: FICTION. not real. not gonna happen. nope. nada. no way. in a word, no. got it? good. part 4:
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He grinned. "I'm Brian Littrell, Backstreet Boys. Did you lose your wallet?"
I felt my back pocket. "Yes!"
He handed it to me. "Here ya go. I found it."
"Thanks!" I said. "How'd you know it was mine?"
"Who else would have Justin Timberlake's driver's liscence in his wallet?" he shrugged.
"Oh. Well..thanks, Brian." I said, kinda stunned he'd returned it. I mean, we're rivals after all.
"You're welcome." he said cheerfully. He walked off and started talking to a tall blonde guy. Nick. Yeah. So the bsb were here. And Brian was really nice!
I mean, we've met them before and all, but it was only for a few minutes...I just didn't expect him to return my wallet. All my (what wasn't in several banks) money was in it, along with my credit cards and passport. I checked to see if anything was missing (you can never be too careful) and saw that nothing was. I sat back, and put my wallet in my pocket again.
"Who was that?" Lance asked me scornfully.
"Brian of the backstreet boys. Apparantely I'd lost my wallet and he returned it." I answered.
"Wow. Nice guy." Jc commented.
I nodded. "Yeah."
"Yeah, or did you plant it there for him to find so you could hit on the poor guy?" Lance snapped. I didn't look at him. "Hey, hey you. Brian?" Lance called.
Brian looked around, saw us looking at him, and came over. "Yeah?"
"Did you find his wallet?" Lance asked.
"Yeah." Brian nodded. "I didn't take anything. I just looked to see who's it was." he said quickly.
"Don't worry, we're not mad at you," Jc said.
"Oh. Is, um, Justin in trouble?"
"In a way." Lance replied.
"Oh." Brian said.
"Why don't you tell us exactly how you came across his wallet?" Lance inquired.
"Okay. I was moving my bare feet across the carpet, like this. I was going to build up some static electricity, and shock my friend Nick over there, and my foot hit his wallet. But I din't know who's it was then. So I picked it up and opened it and looked for an i.d. card or something and saw his drivers liscence. Then I looked around and saw him and brought it over."
"Oh. Okay. Thanks." Jc said.
"Anytime." he said. "Um, is he still in trouble?"
"I'm always in trouble." I mumbled.
"Where was his wallet on the floor?" Lance asked.
"On the floor." ('duh' he did not add.)
"Where on the floor?"
"By that cooler." he pointed.
"Ohh, it must have fell out when I went to get a pop!" I said in realization.
"Yeah, it must have. " Lance said snottily.
"Is there a problem here?" another worried voice joined us.
Brian looked up. "No, Nickers, everything is cool. They were just wondering about when I found Justin's wallet."
Nick Carter looked relieved. "Oh. Alright." he flicked Brian's ear.
Brian's hand went to his ear. "I'm sure I deserved that." he announced. He looked at Lance. "So am I done here?"
"Uh, yeah. Have a nice night."
"See ya 'round." he said.
"I'll see you kids in the movies," Nick said. He saluted us, and marched off, grabbing a handful of corn chips and shoving them down the eldest bsb's shirt. The other guy absently shook out his shirt while Nick and Brian laughed.
"Nice guys." Jc commented.
"They're gay too." I said. Hint hint hint.
"Ohh, those are the two gay ones?" Lance said, looking at them. Brian was mocking the oldest guy while he (the other one) talked to Lou Pearlman (it was Lou's party. He founded bsb, 'nsync, lfo and britney spears.), and Nick was talking to some girls while drinking Pepsi. He was smiling and flirting and the girls were melting (not literally of course).
"Yup. Those are them." I said.
"They act so normal. And nice." he mused.
"So do I." I rolled my eyes.
"Don't get snappy with me, you queer." he snapped. "_Maybe_you just need knocked on your ass by a good straight hand."
"Aren't there any crooked ones availible?"
"Don't push it, Justin." he warned. "You'll get hit." [By the way, the guys threaten to hit me all the time (just cause I'm gay. how rude) and sometimes they all gang up and do. (which really makes me feel special, boy howdy) but I knew they wouldn't dare touch me in public.]
"Oh, you mean despite the fact I'm a lot bigger than you?" I smarted off.
"That's it." he said. He went off and said something to Joey and Chris. Well that's just gggggggggreat. They were going to hit me when we went home.
ok thats part 4. all comments and questions greatly welcome. ajsaysyourefired@yahoo.com and remember: diet dr. pepper tastes more like regular.