“So, Kevin doesn’t know?”
“I already told you he didn’t, Nick.”
“Well does Brian know?”
“No, Nick, and neither does Howie or Kristen, or Leighanne, or Baylee, or anyone else. You and I are the oly ones, okay?”
“Good grief, Mr. Angry Pants, no need to freak. That vein in your forehead is starting to bulge.”
“Well it wouldn’t if you would just can it.”
“Well than why did you tell me?”
“I didn’t tell you. You were eavesdropping on my phone call and overheard me.”
“So why are you doing this?”
“Because it’s his birthday, I got to do something. I have forgotten his birthday the last two years.”
“So you are trying to make up for lost time?”
“Exactly, now can you stop with the questions?”
“Will you give me a piggy back ride?”
“UM…let me think…NO!”
“Then I won’t stop asking questions.”
“Perfect.”
“Your vein is bulging again.”
“Thanks for the update.”
“So tell, me again WHY we are here.”
“Do I have to go over it again?”
“Ok geesh. I just don’t understand why you are getting him a…hey, wait! There is a Hardee’s over there!
“That’s the last thing you need, tubby.”
“Hey! Why is it that I get better support from the fans on AbsoluteChaos.net, then I do from you? Aren’t you supposed to be my friend?”
“What in the halibut is AbsoluteChaos.net?”
“Oh, nothing. It’s just a fan fiction website that is compiled of stories written by the best Backstreet Boys fans in the WORLD!”
“You read those things?”
“Yeah. They love me!”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. They love me more than you!”
“Shut-up lard butt. Now, were did that lady tell me to go?”
“What is this place anyways?”
“An art studio.”
“In the middle of a strip mall?”
“Yes, now shut up.”
“Why are you being so hostile?”
“Because you are driving me insane.”
“But, isn’t that in my contract? I could have sworn that on section 8.3 A there was a line about bugging the bageezus out of Mr. Alexander James McLean.”
“You know better than to ever speak my full name.”
“Temper, temper. It is bad for your blood pressure, old man.”
“Oh that’s it! I swear Nickolas Gene Carter! You are on my last nerve!”
“Whatchya gonna do GRAAANDPAAAA.”
“I am going to advise you to run.”
“Why? You can’t run, you might dislocate a hip!”
“Alright, let’s get Kevin’s present, so we can be to the party on time. THEN, I will kill you. How does that sound?”
“Whatever.”
“Okay, here we are.”
“Why are you getting him art for his birthday?”
“I had something specially made. Some people actually have taste, Nick.”
“Not you.”
“Trust me he’s going to like it.”
“Sure he is. What is it?”
“Oh, look there it is!”
“It’s a painting?”
“Duh! What the heck else did you think it would be?”
“I don’t know. What it is of?”
“You’ll see, just let me pay for it.”
“Can I see noooooow?”
“Alright already. Let me uncover it, but don’t laugh.”
“Oh, wow A.J.! It is beautiful. Seriously, you were right, I bet Kevin cries.”
“It took some sneaking around to get photos.”
“So the painter took different photos to create this family portrait?”
“Yeah. Kevin was so close to his dad and is such a family man, I thought he would like it.”
“Heck, even I like it. The colors are amazing.”
“Yeah, I hope he likes it. Now, let’s go.”
“Okay. Seriously though, can we go to Hardee’s?”
“You are seriously hungry already?”
“Yes.”
“We really don’t have time, Nick.”
“It’s in the same dog on parking lot, Jay.”
“Don’t you think there will be food at the party?”
“Yeah, but no Hardee’s food.”
“Alright, I am going to take care of this. If you can run over there, get your food and be back at the car in 5 minutes, I will wait.”
“OKAY!”
“Dang! It is a rare thing to see him run that fast! GET ME SOME FRIES, NICK!!!!!!”
“OOOKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!”

The End!