***Diclaimer: This story is FICTION!!! The Backstreet Boys had no part in its creation. Thank you!***
Brian calmly picked up the phone after the third ring
"Yo, Frick!"
"What up? Y'know, that song "Pretty Fly for a White Guy" DOES apply to you."
"Shut up! How was that STUPID interview?" Nick asked.
"It was COOL! Why? You jealous they asked ME instead of you?
"NO! What'd they ask you?" Nick changed the subject, feeling a bit guilty because he WAS jealous.
"Questions."
"REALLY!? How 'bout that! I never woulda thunk it!"
"Nick, you don't think! Man, that's your problem! You really could find there are better comebacks you COULD say, If you only had a brain.." Brian sang.
"Major Don West, Captain of the Jupiter two, otherwise Joey from Friends gave a bit of advice that fits YOU perfectly. The advice is, and I quote' You really need to shut up.'"
"Okay, I'll go then." Brian said, hurt.
"WAIT!" Nick called.
"Did you call?" Brian asked holding back laughter.
"What did they ask you?"
"They? WHAT they? Kev asked for PB (peanut butter), Howie asked for 5$, A.J. asked for some Rogaine.."
"ROGAINE!? Seriously?!" Nick asked, laughing.
"Yeah Nick, A.J. came up to me and asked for Rogaine when He and I BOTH have hair. Uh-huh."
"Shut up."
"I could run to the store and get you Rogaine's new product, Braingaine." Brian said.
"Good, I'm running low." Nick said. "What did the INTERVIEWER ask you?"
"Usual." Brian coolly said.
"Sucked. Didn't it?" Nick asked.
"Not really. I wish Kev was there. Or A.J." Brian replied.
"Why?" Nick asked.
" Well, the audience questions cracked me up. Too much for one man to handle. This one girl asked me if Howie would marry her cousin Brandon. Another girl asked me how my bandmate/cousin A.J was doing. Wacko's. All of em." Brian shouted.
"Brian, be quiet! Kev's trying to sleep in the other room, and if he wake-uh-oh" Nick gasped.
"He'll huff and puff and blow our house down." Brian guessed.
"He'll hunt us down with a shotgun." Nick said.
"OH WELL! I GUESS IF WE DISTURB KEV, HE'LL MAKE US SIT IN THE CORNER!" Brian yelled, louder than loud.
"AHHHH! I hear movement from the hotel room next to us. That's-"
"KEV'S ROOM!" They yelled in unison.
"Yeah." Came the reply.
"Key to their hotel room?"
"Check"
"Let's go!"
"Y'know, you are just a LITTLE over excited." A.J. said as he followed Kev.
Kevin walked up the door and opened it. He walked over to Brian and hung up the phone. A.J. approached Nick and turned of his cell phone.
"The next time you guys want to talk, and you're in the SAME ROOM, phones aren't necessary. Okay?"
"Okay" Nick and Brian murmured.
"Since we heard the entire thing, we got Nicky here a present." Kevin said and threw a small box in Nick's lap.
Nick looked the box over, it was a box of Rogaine with masking tape and it's new name was "Braingaine"
"THE GODS HAVE SENT ME A GIFT!"