Sticking Together
~Chapter 1~
It was their last concert in 1999. The millennium blowout. Thousands of people flocked to see them. Even they admits it was their best concert ever. A.J., Brian, Kevin, Nick, and Howie had done it again. The fans swarmed around them, so they had to have all the security possible. Somehow though, a group of girls snuck through!
"Hi....Oh my god! I love you! Your so hot!"
Joe, the security guard, escorted them out.
"Yep...all in a days work." chuckled Kevin..
"Shut up you idiot. You know the girls are looking at me." snapped A.J. with a silly grin.
"Yeah they're pointing and laughing at ya!"
The guys always laughed on the tour bus. On there way to Orlando, they were thrown into the air.
"What the..." Howie started. Before he could finish the bus driver slammed on the breaks. Thump thump! Obviously, something had been hit. Nick ran out of the bus.
"Oh my god....It's a girl!' Nick screamed. The others went running out. It was too late. The girl had died. The dog tag she was wearing said her name was Clarissa Parsons. The boys solemnly drove her back to her farm. The boys apologized to the family, but they had to move on.
When they arrived home, they all sighed with relief. A.J.'s, Brian's, Nick's, and Kevin's mansions were all in a row. Howie, you ask? Haha we shall see.
A.J. wandered up the staircase to his bedroom with a club sandwich and a bag of chips. He sat down to eat, and sure enough there was a tapping at the window. A.J. rushed to see the commotion. He saw the little blue doghouse where Howie lived in A.J.'s backyard, and believe it or not, Howie sitting throwing rocks at A.J.'s window.
"What the hell do you want? It's almost 2:00 AM!"
"God A.J., I'm hungry!"
"Fine!" A.J. snapped, while mumbling some other things to himself. He picked off some of the pieces of meat from his sandwich and threw them to Howie.
"What? Nothing to drink?" called Howie.
A.J. ran into the bathroom and filled a bucket up with ice water. And guess were it went. Straight out the window and on to Howie.
"Oh @#$&!! It's in my pants! A.J! You....."
A.J. slammed the window, snickered to himself, then went to bed.
~Chapter 2~
The next morning, the guys found themselves alone in a deserted part of New York City. They had no money, no food, and idea where they were, and much less how to get around. And, of course, Howie had wet pants. They walked around all day in search of another life form. Then Brian heard what sounded like the beating of drums and singing. They followed the sound and were shocked to see a group of dirty men in an alley.
"Well, what's a buncha purty faced white boys doin' down here?" said one of them.
"Willy, you shut yo mouth!" said the big, black man in the middle. "I apologize for that nitwits behavior. Hi, I'm Bubba, and these here is the Monkeys."
"Oh??" said Nick
"You bet your britches. We got ourselves a purty fine little singin' group here. Would you like to hear us?"
"Well, sure." said Kevin.
"Ok fellas. 1-2, I said-a 1-2-3-4." They all started singing in a five part harmony.
"Day I said day I said day I said day-o, day light come and me wanna go home...." They sang marvelously.
"Well," said Bubba, "how'd ya like it?" The BSB applauded, and gave their bravos.
"Why thank y'all." said Bubba.
"Sir," started Howie, "do you know how we can get out of here?"
"Well, what's you names, fellas?" the guys were shocked. They hadn't heard that phrase
in a long time.
"Well," Nick chimed in, "I'm Nick, and this is A.J., Howie, Kevin, and Brian."
"Those names sound familiar. Are you the Backstreet Boys?"
"Why, we sure are!" exclaimed Brian.
"Oh my goodness!" yelled Bubba, "I reckon we could help y'all out. That is, for a bag of donuts and a chance to perform on stage."
"Done." chuckled A.J. and shook Bubba's hand. "Let's go!"
The merry crowd of ten walked a long the city streets until they found the airport. Before boarding the plane, Eddy had to say something.
"Mr. Howie sir? I hate to be imposin' but did you wet yourself?"
Everyone laughed except Howie of course. It wasn't too long before the little sense reached Orlando.
"We perform tonight, Bubba, so we have to get you guys fixed up." explained Brian.
"I ain't got enough to go around." laughed Bubba. You could tell that he was ashamed though.
"Oh, it's all taken care of." said Nick.
They guys went shopping and got Bubba and the Monkeys a wardrobe, bongos and even fruit hats. The concert was a big success. Everyone loved Bubba. He even told Jokes while there were experiencing technical difficulties. Bubba went to perform in clubs and eventually got his own TV show. The guys left them with a home and plenty of cash to sustain themselves.
~Chapter 3~
They guys were all chilling out, playing NFL Blitz, and yelling and screaming like normal guys when all of a sudden the power went out.
"Crap! I'm gonna lose my high score. It's not even raining!" yelled Howie dumbfounded.
"Duh idiot. Someone is fucking with our electrical box!" concluded Kevin.
Nick grabbed a flashlight. They snuck out the door as quietly as they could. It took a while to get around A.J.'s mansion, but they soon heard some low voices whispering. They turned the corner.
"It's those Nsync bastards!" yelled A.J. "Get 'em!" So each of the guys took one of the Nsync's and started pounding them. After about 10 minutes, Nsync ran away crying like babies.
"I feel like Steve Austin!" yelled Brian.
"Oh shut up!" groaned the others and they went off to bed.
The next day, the guys gathers at A.J.'s house and were hanging out in the woods in his yard. They stumbled upon a mud puddle. It was huge. A.J. whispered to Brian.
"Hey let's throw Howie in."
"Oh good one Bone! I'll tell the others." said Brian. He loved lame pranks like this.
"Hey Kev, we're gonna throw Howie in the puddle. Tell Nick."
"K, cool Rok." said Kevin. "Nick we're throwin' Howie in ok?"
"Ok." They snuck up behind him and in went Howie!
"Oh shit! Oh crap. You guys suck! S-U-C-K! I'm going in to take a shower." He was mumbling to himself, but her was secretly planning a way to get back at A.J. Meanwhile, A.J. and Brian snuck into the bathroom and caught Howie singing a rap version of "The Sound of Music." They wanted to burst out laughing, but they had to stay quiet. They flushed to toilet and ran out just outside the door or hear Howie scream.
"Oh my god! The WAAAAATERRRRR!!!"
The guys split a gut laughing. When Howie came down, he was not a happy man.
"How's the water Howie?" A.J. asked grinning. "We?re having hot dogs for lunch. Want one?"
"I do not want to even look at another hot dog."
"Oh?" asked Nick, chuckling.
"Cause my willie just got flame broiled! That''s why!!!!!!" screamed Howie.
Kevin laughed so hard he fell off his chair. You have to admit, it was rather funny.
~Chapter 4~
That afternoon, Howie went to a magic shop and come home in a half hour. No one knew where he went, so his secret was safe. That night, when A.J. was asleep, Howie snuck into his room and put a bald wig on him. He left silently, went to his dog house, and snickered to himself. It was hilarious. The next morning, Howie went into A.J.'s house early. When the alarm clock rang, A.J. got up, scratched himself, then wandered into the bathroom. When his eyes opened, he let out a loud scream.
"Ahhhhh! My hair! Call my hair stylist. Diante! Diante, where are you? Oh...the horror!"
Howie had the other guys over by then. They were histerical! They ran upstairs and pretended to not know what was going on.
"A.J., what's wrong?" asked Kevin.
"What's WRONG? THIS is what's wrong!!" wailed A.J., frantically pointing at his head.
"Oh. You're bald." noted Howie snottily.
"I hate you! I absolutely hate you!"
"Chill A.J." Nick walked up to him and pulled the wig off, and caused the guys to break out laughing.
"Call Diante! What a female!" cracked Howie. He had gotten his revenge.
The guys went out shopping the next day. When they came back, they decided to go outside and goof off. When they came back in, Kevin was gone.
"Where the hell is Kevin?" asked Brian.
"I don't have a clue, but we better go find him." said Nick.
They all jumped in the mustang and headed to the city. It was dark. They drove around the streets for an hour with no sign of Kevin. Finally when they got to the bad side of the tracks, they noticed a man wearing a long leather coat carrying a paper bag.
"Who knows?" said Howie, "We might as well give it a shot."
Sure enough, it was Kevin. They all jumped out of the car.
"Man, get in the car!" yelled A.J.
"You ain't my momma!" stumbled Kevin, as he was staggering around the sidewalk.
"Man you're plastered." remarked Nick.
"I'm not plastered to anything. Come on Nicholas, what am I plastered to?" He slammed into a wall and turned to A.J. "Look mommy I plastered myself to the wall"
"Ok shut up and get in the car." yelled Howie.
"Did anyone ever tell you that you look like a cross of a dog and an ape?"
"Funny." said Howie.
"I know. It is. Meow meow I'm a kitty cat."
"Ok, I've had just about enough of this. Get in the car." snapped Brian. They guys forced him in after ten minutes. He was singing Brittany Spears songs. In the car, he pulled out his shirt and said, "Look, I got breast implants!"
"How nice." Brain mumbled. He had a low tolerance level. They got Kevin home and put him to bed, not looking forward to tomorrow's hangover.
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