One: Morning Call AUGUST
1995 "Come,
on, just for a little while… I ALWAYS watch what you want" a petite girl
yelped as she jumped up and down in attempt to grab the remote while her
chestnut brown hair flying in all directions. "Come
off it Jo…you had 'While You Were Sleeping' on for ONLY the fifth time last
night…besides, I wanna watch Alien Resurrection. I hear the special effects
are pretty damn amazing" he chortled teasingly as he held the remote above
his head so it would be "out of reach, out of mind" "You're
absolutely nauseating, you know that Littrell? Jo smirked as she jumped on the
white leather couch and pounced on the remote, sending the curly blonde down on
his face on the wooden oak floor. "Looks
like this room needs some major TLC from the way Jo's been acting" a voice
boomed into the room, munching on crisps. "Bri, you sure you don’t want
me to call the circus? I think I heard they need a clown…one that has natural
aptitude for falling flat on their face" the blonde laughed loudly,
watching the curly blonde attempt unsuccessfully to grab the remote from the
jumping girl's small hand, only to send him tumbling down again. "Carter,
if you knew what was good for you, you'd stay put" Brian commented, shaking
his fingers mockingly, a smile leering off his face as he cornered the boy
sitting on the couch "This girl is quite the obnoxious little vixen.
Besides, you know how much those media types love you…I can just see it- TEEN
BEAT's front cover: NICK
CARTER EXCLUSIVE-MY NEW NOSE JOB- "I was beaten by a girl" "
Brian laughed, ducking as Nick hurled a bright yellow cushion across the room,
as if it were a shot put. "Oh
yeah…especially since we haven’t even hit the charts yet…I'm starting to
think our first single will be "When I'm Sixty Four!" Nick joked good
naturedly. "Boys…do
they ever grow up?" Jo wondered aloud, shaking her head in mock
exasperation as she pressed play. "OH...Jo…no…do
we have to?" the boys groaned in unison, ceasing their bantering long
enough to see Sandra Bullock appear on the screen, pulling a Christmas tree
through a window. "I
thought you were sane, but seeing that you're worshipping this movie like your
bible, I'm not so sure… the word lunatic does spring to mind…" Nick
trailed off with a mischievous glint in his blue eyes as he left the room.
"I ain't watching no chick flick" he muttered, stifling a yawn. Jo
ignored him, settling into the big armchair comfortably. Brian
took a seat on the arm of the white leather upholstered armchair; looking down
fondly at the figure curled up on the couch, devouring each word and action of
the characters. She cracked up laughing as Sandra
Bullock's character realises that she missed her chance on telling her latest
crush "I love you". "She
is so naďve" Jo commented aloud, finally noticing Brian's lingering gaze
on her. "Littrell…what
are you doing?" she questioned playfully punching him on the arm.
"Have I got gum in my hair or something?" she wondered in shock as her
green eyes widened, hands immediately flying to her hair. Brian's
serious expression suddenly blew up into a fully blown grin, giving his cover
away. "Just wanted to study my closest friend before I go to Europe"
he supplied softly in his Southern accent. "Well,
I think you'd flunk the task, cos you don’t seem to realise that 'While You
Were Sleeping' has become a major foundation in her well being" Jo teased,
twisting her small mouth into a smile. "Come
on, sit down and watch it with me" she coaxed eagerly, patting the seat. Brian
smiled half- heartedly, squeezing into the small seat with her. This
is going to be a long night… But it'll be a longer ride on life without her JULY
2000 "GOOD
MORNING, San Rafael….” The over-zealous DJ greeted irritatingly cheerful. "This
is Jordan Zenerman for K2000 FM and I'm here to drag you outta your sleepy
clothes and into the Californian sunshine…" the deejay droned on. Jo
groaned under the covers, trying desperately to hide from the morning and the
responsibilities it held. Appointment
with Armen the photographer for that GN photo shoot, article deadline by six,
pick up the dry cleaning, get the Corvette fixed…the list droned on in her head. Man,
I so don’t want to get up
Jo thought, burying her head further into the covers. "….
hold me now don’t bother/ if every second it makes me weaker/ you can save me
from the man I've become…" the tune trailed on from the radio. Jo
sighed sitting up slowly in bed as she listened to the familiar voice, while
pulling her fingers through her tangled chestnut brow hair "But if he can
make to the top of the music business, I can at least get up" She
reluctantly made her way to the joint bathroom wrapping her cotton blue blanket
around her as it dragged on the floor. Opening her eyes wearily as she squinted
at the sun pouring through the grimy window, she reached into the bathroom
cabinet and pulled the toothpaste out, carefully applying it to the bristles of
her yellow toothbrush. "Why
does he always have to remind me that there is always a higher goal to
reach?" she grumbled as she began to clean her teeth vigorously. The
phone jangled furiously. Lazily, she allowed the machine to pick up. "Hey
it's Johanna Osment, I'm not here at the moment, but leave a message after the
tone, and I'll get back to you…" the machine clicked. "Hey
Jo…it's Brian... I'm in California, about three miles away from your home town
at the moment so thought I'd come see you today… give me a call-" "Hey
stranger" Jo intercepted, good naturedly putting aside the fact that she
had been moping about getting up two minutes ago. "I
just heard your latest on Zenerman. Your annoying voice pounded at me to get up
and get on with it" she greeted accusingly. "Sorry
Jo…it's not my fault that our music is actually bearable" he teased
sarcastically, while referring to the success his group had been having in the
past few years. "Well, good thing I still have some influence over you-
otherwise you would have become a slob, lying at home all the time." "Ha!"
was all Jo could think of as a come-back. "So what time you free?" "Well,
I could see you just before the concert tonight…but it'll have to be
brief…" his voice trailed off. "Please say you'll come" he
pleaded, changing his tone. "Can’t
we do this some other time?" Jo asked a little annoyed at the late notice,
as she checked her appointments for the day. "I've got a million and one
things to do…." She said as she listed the number of tasks to be
accomplished. Brian
interrupted "But I really want to see you today; and I'll be flying to New
York tomorrow and won't be back for ages… I have something really important to
tell you" he added, as seriousness shrouded his voice. Jo
stopped flicking through her daily journal, sensing importance in his voice.
"What is it?" she asked as she rubbed her temples furiously. "I'll
tell you tonight, at five, k? I'll meet you at Angel Mist…" he said
"Oh and bring the white umbrella" he joked, referring to the metaphor
of an upstanding and accomplished woman she used in her latest column. "You
read it, Littrell?" she asked in shock, as she blushed "What do you
think?" she blurted out self consciously. "I
like your style… very entertaining" he complimented. A loud voice in the
background could be heard over the connection "Look I got to go…choreography crisis… see you tonight at five" Brian bid farewell
before he clicked the phone. Jo
sighed as she resumed her brushing. There
is no way I'm gonna get all this done she thought shaking her head,
as she pulled a black shirt on. "But
such is life" she quoted, sighing. |
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