SEVEN: ARTIFICIAL SUGAR"...Love ya baby, love the way you talk, love the way you walk, love everything there is to love, from the way you move to the way you brush your teeth...love you Minna, god bless and thank you!" AJ yelled into the microphone, as he lifted the triangular glass prism in the air. Nick grinned ecstatically and shoved AJ aside and yelled "Backstreet's back!" before the five of them moved off the stage. Sweet words. If they were true. All in the Firm's ploy to redeem us from the mercy of the press and the ever growing gossip network from adding more fuel to the fire. I watched as AJ walked off the stage, doing an embarrassing little dance involving his cowboy hat and a mock whip he got past security (bribery, I'm guessing). Arms wide open in clear view of the camera, he yelled (a little loudly) "Gimme sugar!" as I pretended to be estate, as his lips met smack bang on my own. In other words, I was getting pretty comfortable with the way things were falling in the research. If they had a quiz on Backstreet Trivia, I could probably answer all the standard questions on AJ without prompting. "Havin' fun yet baby?" AJ whispered as he grinned at me before sitting down. When he was on a high like this, it was impossible to get him off. Rolling my eyes I settled back and continued to watch the ceremony. "Ive got a surprise for you after the show" he whispered in my ear as he grinned cheesily, clumsily planting a kiss on my cheek as a camera zoomed in. "What? A keg?" Over the past few weeks, I had discovered AJ's preference to drinking and knew he would be inclined to give me something that he would use later... his form of hospitality. "You'll see" he sang as he stood up screaming "Whoo hoo" when Puff Daddy won. "Get in here" I tugged on her arm roughly. Well, it's the only way I could seem to get her to move. Girls are always so slow, sometimes I wonder if they forget what the hell they were doing. "I thought we were meant to be seen, not hidden" Minerva grumbled, something I've noticed she does a lot of lately. That is definitely not one of her most attractive qualities, but we're only human. "Baby, if you'd only take a chance once in a while, you'd see what this world could be..." " AJ, how many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me baby... this is only an investigation" she reminded, for perhaps the hundredth time that hour. "K, sweetness get in here" I pulled her in as she rolled her eyes at me, tumbling into the brown leather interior. This was not going according to plan. If she was any slower, the plan would backfire. "I thought you said we didn't hire a limo" she observed as she drank in the sights. "wow" she whispered. "We didn't" I couldn't help but grin as her face turned from wondrous awe to pain stricken alarm. "Freakin' hell AJ... who's limo is this" she demanded as she coincidentally grabbed a photo in the sleeve of the arm stumbling upon the answer. "N*Sync? AJ you should know better than this! The reporters are going to have a field day... a freakin' huge one" "And you'll have to be there" I supplied as I grinned non stop. "Say what?" she asked impatiently, tugging at the handle in attempt to unlock the automatic lock. "Automatic" she realised defeated. "Should have figured" she muttered. "This is going to be it... we are going to be caught making out in N*Sync's limo" "What?" She screamed. I thought I burst my eardrums when I was exposed to that degree of shrill. "Keep it down Minna" I consoled in what I hoped was my most calm voice as I grabbed one of her flailing arms and pulled her down. Although she can be calm and collected at times, this was definitely not one of them. I watched her cautiously as she took in a deep breath, then breathed out. She finally looked back at me. "No!" she screamed once more, just as I grabbed her wrist and pulled her down to me. "What the hell...?!" she screamed as I grinned and tickled her mercilessly, just as she fell into my lap. In the midst of all the confusion and giggling, the door slid open.
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