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"Ow." Okay, people need to stop handling me like that. I've been annoyed. "What?"
"Let's go, you have to ride in my van," I have to ride with Brian? Well.. okay... but,
"Why?"
"Because... um... something happened with yours... just c'monnnn." Brian, whining? Riiight,
"Dude, you're 25, act it,"
"Like you're one to talk, Frack." Frack? He hasn't called me that in like, ever. What is going on with him? Tread softly and carry a big stick... ah yes Teddy, I will do so...
"Sure.. Frick.." Sometimes, I wish I could read other people's minds. Like, what the hell is Brian thinking right now, he's acting weird... whatever. Its probably something stupid. I wonder if I'd be able to make fun of him about it... hm... you work in evil ways, you know that, Brain? Hey! Who-
"We gotta go, buddy!" Okay, three feet of personal space, Joe. I think by holding my hand, you're violating my bubble. Dammit Joe, step away fromt he bubble. Alright! Getting into Brian's van!... Yeah, even my Brain can tell when I'm faking enthusiasm... damn man, I suck. Now, where's my van?...
"Okay, how come I'm riding in your van?"
"Uh, well, um..." Nervous much? "Okay! Okay! I can't lie any more!" I'm sorry... what? Okay... keepin' the Bacardi AWAY from Brian...
"Huh?" Oh, how eloquent of me.
"Okay, while you were in the bathroom... we, uh, had, um, Marcus..." He really is nervous... this can't be good... ah! Pay attention, Nick! "And he finally agreed, and so he took the stuff-" Eh?
"Stuff?"
"Why must you make me repeat?!" He cried. Brian cried. AHhahahahaha. "The stuff! The..." Okay, it won't help me if you trail off, Rock...
"Say that again?"
"Agh. Tyk poo." WHAT?! WHAT THE-?!
"What?!?!" Oh hell no, they did not.
"Yeah... and, uh, well, he took it, it was just a little, I swear! And he pressed it down on the seat in your van... and it SMELLED!"
"What the fu-hell?!" Damn Brian, I can't even curse properly. Hmph. "Why?" That was said sadly enough, yes, the guilt aspect... being the youngest isn't so bad all the time...
"We're sorry! Just, we thought it'd be funny, then I felt bad when that girl gave you a hard time during the interview." Oh that's great, so he felt sory for me. Gr.
"Whatever." Ha, I'm gonna make you feel bad. I'm laughin' on the inside, buddy, and you know what else? I'm gonna make Leigh feel sorry for me so she bitches at you, so there. And now I'm imagining that I'm sticking my tongue out at you.
"Uh, Nick? Nick...?" Oops... let's listen to Brian,
"Yeah?"
"You ticked?" Dammit, no. It's not fair to make me feel guilty for making you feel gilty. Oh well,
"Nah, not really." How sucky is this? See, had Kevin or AJ told me about the poo... I'd still be pissed, but noooooo, they choose Rok. This is not cool.
"How long is the photoshoot gonna last?" He's asking me like I'd know... Don't they know me well enough yet? Geez...
"Should I know?" don't give me that quizzacle look, Rok.
"Kevin yelled it during his lecture ealier today..." Right, 'cause I was LISTENING and all...
"Oh... I turn my ears off when Kevin starts the whole 'older and wiser' shpiel..." Oh no, now I've done it. I broke Brian, he'll laugh forever, never ceasing. What will Leighanne do to me...
"Teach me how to turn my ears off!!!" Breathing IS essential to life, you know that right?
"Uh, no... I can't..." ACK! OW! "Shit!" Please, driver, brake a little harder would ya. I think my spine is still intact. It's like they're trying to rid me of my remainging brain cells, I swear to God...
"You okay, Kaos?" What is with the nicknames today? AJ's the only one who still uses mine...
"Yeah, I'm fine..." I want some pizza. Real bad.
"We're here, boys." Gee, thanks, 'cause I didn't know that. Okay, good mood... c'mon, come to me good mood, please? Why are shoots always in a wearhouse? What is up with... is that... could it be... YES!!! IT IS!!! PIZZA!!!! Happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy.
"Nick!" NOW what do they want? Can't he see I'm celebrating? "You're bouncing... stop." Oh. Oopsie-daisy. Oh Happy day!
"Dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum. I got.. sunshiiiiine, on a cloudy day.... when it's cold outsiiiiide-"
"You got the month of May!" Yeah, Brian!
"I guess, you'd say... what could make me feel this way..." Here it is, my big finish,
"Pizza!"
"Pizza!"
"Pizza?" Damn AJ.
"You ruined it, Butthead!" How juvenile... but hey, I'm in the mood to be CRAZY.
"Good thing I did, 'cause people are staring..."
"And your point it?" Oh wait, I know just the song for this! " Let's give 'em somethin' to talk about!" KISS! SCORE! I got AJ! Hey! He doesn't need to disgustedly wipe his cheek! what is that??
"DUDE! I've told you NEVER to kiss me! Under any circumstances! Blah! That's gross. Ew, sick, gyah." Haha.
"Haha."
"BOYS!" Aw, man... "MAKE UP!!" No, not that. ANYthing but that! The same thing, everytime... "NICK! THAT MEANS YOU!" Oh, because they have to tell me specially. Just HAVE to. "AND YES, YOU HAVE TO WEAR IT." Damn. So close. Now where did that pizza go... No, no, no, I did not say: take me to make up. I am not going through this... just give me some pizza... please? That's all I ask... no? Alright then, mwha ha ha ha ha ha... ow, I hate make up chairs. Blink.
"Nick, stop." I got a funny makeup artist, yay. Jerry... Blink. "Nick!" Blink, blink. "Stop!" Blink, blink, blink, blink. "Agh! I can't work like this!" Blinkityblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblink "Okay, that's it, Mark, I'm taking AJ! You finish him." Hm.... he's glaring at me now... it would the perfect time... Wink. "AGH!" Uh oh... time to run. "Come back here!" Ohshitohshitohshitohshit. Yes! Help!
"Howieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Oh crap, I can't stop, this isn't good,
"AHHHH!" I hear ya, Howie. Crash.
"Ow..." My bootie... not cool.
"Nick?"
"Yes, Howie?" What's he want?
"Get OFF ME!" Oh... heh... heh... heh...
"Sorry 'bout that, D..."
"AJ! Howie!" Score, not me! "Nick!" Damn. Dum, dum, dum dum, dum, dum dum, dum dum, dum dum. The march of death seems eerily fitting right about now... going BACK to that damn make up chair, why can't they be comfortable? I wish they were comfortable.
"Okay, Nick... if you try ANYthing, we WILL tell Kevin." Oh no, please, anything but that. Not Kevin. Ah. I'm so scared. Sarcasm is a wonderful thing.
"God forbid."
"Well, someone needs to take a happy pill." Say what? Um... okay, somebody's a druggie... I don't think we need to tell me to take drugs. I'm weird enough as it is. Not that being weird is a bad thing. I like being weird.. but I like to be in control when I'm being weird. Weird. That's actually a weird word. Not as weird as sassafrass however. Now that word... is just plain strange. Sassafrass. It is, however, fun to say. "Alright, Nick, you're done." Wow, that wasn't as bad as I thought it would be... but then... it never is. You'd think I'd learn... but no, then it just wouldn't be the same. Ahhh, picture time. Put my hand this way, look that way, no, not that way, that way. Grin... sexy grin... pout... serious... far away look... hands behind head... and ta daaaaa, done. Oh wait. Group shots.
"GUYS!!! BRIAN! HURRY UPPPPP." I do want SOME rest before I have to go Rok's thing.
"Nick, stop whining." Don't you start with me AJ.
"I'm not whining."
"Yes you are." You disgusting pig, I am not. Bastard.
"Amnotamnotamnotamnotamnot." Dammit, why can't I talk right.
"Guys, c'mon, stand... no... yeah... stand... right there. LIGHTING! Now act natural." Thank you, because you know its possible under all these lights and with fifty people staring at us.
"Guys, I got a joke." Oh no, not a joke, Brian, please. "Two guys walk into a bar, the third one ducks." Huh? I don't get it. But everyone else is laughing. No I refuse, so what if its awkward? I don't get it.
"Okay, three, two-" I GET IT, "one"
"I GET IT!!!!" Oops, I think I messed up the picture.
"GYAH!" Yeah, I did.
"Whoopsies..."
"Whoopsies... the boy says... whoopsies." I think Andre's going to have a heart attack someday. And it'll probably be my fault. Then they'll all hate me. And want me to die. Okay, probably not. Welcome to the world of the overactive imagination, folks. Well, just, what? Thirty more minutes? Whew, thank goodness. Turnin' the brain OFF for thirty minutes... it's better when I don't think during photo shoots, for some reason, people think those come out looking sexy...