Everyone in the room stared at Brian.

"What? What did I do? Nick? Buddy, are you okay?" Brian asked, concerned, as he stood to comfort him.

"Don't 'buddy' me! What was that? Best bud?! I'll show you best bud! Hey, Justin? Are you my 'best bud'?" Nick exclaimed angrily.

"Nick, don't do this to yourself," Justin softly said.

"Nick, friend, slow down! J.C. is my best friend outside of the group. You are my best bud in the whole universe to eternity. You're like a good brother. Well, a brother that is the opposite of Harold. He's a mean brother. You are the one I share a room with, you're the one I tell all of my secrets to, you're the one I whisper to as I fall asleep, and you're the one I spend twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week with!" Brian explained. "Are you okay, man?"

"Sure," Nick choked out. "Let's go outside."

"We'll be back in a bit!" Brian called to the others.

The two boys walked to the closet, put on their coats, hats, boots, and gloves, then walked outside.

"Ohmigosh! Aaron?! Air? AARON!!!! What are you doing here?" Brian exclaimed. "Frack, get over here."

"Dude, A.C.! What's up?" Nick said.

"The sky," Aaron said.

"Did J.C. tell you that or are you turning from Sweet Shorty to Brat?" Brian said laughing.

"That's what J.C. said when I talked to him on the phone," Aaron stated matter-of-factly.

"Did everyone else know?" Nick asked.

"Well, Mom said I could come up for your birthday, but decide it would be a surprise, so we told everyone else. Then we were about to tell Brian, but decided not to because it wouldn't be a secret anymore. You two share a brain!" Aaron explained.

"Do not!" they both exclaimed in unison and then joined Aaron in his giggles.