EIGHT: THE LIMO INCIDENT

 "This is our limo right?" a dark head poked in as we suddenly stopped laughing and stared at the intruder in horror.

I felt as though I was sixteen again, and my mother had caught me making out in her econo van. This was definitely not good news.

"Eh...I thought this was our limo" the intruder asked again raising his eyebrows, seemingly unsure of what to say.

But in true McLean fashion, AJ took the situation in stride.

"Yup..." he admitted self assuredly. This is the reason girls burn guys more than they change clothes. Insensitivity. "We were just making out... care to watch?" he added casually as he began nuzzling my neck "Oh baby.. yeah!" he added for the intruder's benefit.

The intruder seemed stunned at the seemingly blunt confrontation. My mouth felt dry as if all liquid had been drained of my body, leaving only a shell.

The intruder's mouth suddenly twitched, eventuating into loud boisterous laughter.

"Glad you found the funny side of this" I finally admitted dryly.

AJ grinned and laughed along with him. " Sweetness, this is JC, one of Backstreet's main rivals, supposed heart throb and intruder"

"Supposed heart throb?" JC quizzed

"C'mon man, theres no use in denying that anyone else is better looking than me"

I groaned. He can be so overconfident sometimes, it's sickening.

"AJ, I think your girl here is the only one who won't succumb to your overstated confidence" he teased. Thrusting his hand out, he smiled genuinely. "I'm JC..."

"Minna" I replied, accepting the hand, just as another voice interrupted.

"..no, but I'd really like to do some solo stuff, y'know, something aw..." that unmistakable adolescent voice stopped abruptly when he realised who was in the limo.

"Looks like we've been sprung" AJ sang as he pulled my hand and proceeded to drag me out the limo. "JC, great seeing you, but I think curly here needs the space more than us" he winked at JC as he bid farewell.

JC laughed as "Curly" stepped aside to let us through "Nice to see you, man!" AJ greeted, slapping the poor guy on the arm like he was a boxing bag. "Limo was extremely luxurious, much to my lady's pleasure" he commented, just as a bright fluorescent light snapped in our eyes.

"Shoot, AJ, thanks to you, we're freakin caught on camera!" I complained, as he clutched my hand and weaved through the crowd, smiling and laughing for the benefit of the press.

"My dear, then I believe we've completed our mission" he announced in a mock pommy accent.

I really wanted to roll my eyes and show him how fed up I was with his childish antics, but when he pulled that face into a maniacal grin tilting his sunnies forward, I couldn't help but laugh.

"What's so funny?" he frowned.

You couldn't help but love this guy.


 BACKSTREET CHAT ROOM 9:02pm PST

 

Mrz AJ: OH my gawd!!!

bOnE's GuRl: I know, i know...!!! Minna is such a bitch!

Mrz AJ: I read that JC found them... dunno y, but that was jus freaky

bOnE's GuRl: I heard that Minna's dress was half hanging off her...she was seducing AJ

Mrz AJ: I know...i wanted to cry

bOnE's GuRl: I already have 4 three hours... It's all Minna's fault.

Mrz AJ: It is... dang... my mom's nagging me now...gtg

bOnE's GuRl: b4 u go... r u going 2 da BSB performance at Today?

Mrz AJ: Yea... I'll be there... 4 AJ... he deserves better...

Mrz AJ: Logged off

 

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