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AJ hung up the phone. Once again, no answer. H

He had been trying for days to get a hold of N-Zee, but to no use.

He wasn't home, and his cell phone was apparantly disconnected.

It had been like this for three weeks.

And it had been three weeks of hell.

They had had the perfect friendship, but then they had screwed it all up, litterary.

Even since that night, nothing had been the same. But it was the phone call the day after that had sent him into hell.

He had called, he needed to talk to N-Zee. They needed to talk about what had happened, and why it had happened.

It had started out ok, but somewhere along the line everything went wrong.

They had started to blame each other, and it had ended with him telling N-Zee that if something as silly as this pushed them apart, then they had never been friends. Just two people living an illusion.

It had been said in anger, and he had felt so guilty afterwards, and angry with himself. He hadn't been able to tell N-Zee what he had meant to say. He had been too weak, or perhaps afraid, to say what he really thought had happened that night at the club.

Maybe it was meant to be. Maybe they were meant to meet, meant to be together.

Now, he'd never know.

He got up and walked outside. He had work to do.

They had been writing songs for the next album, and had six ready. It was almost time to go home, but first he had to try to finish one more.

It had been playing in his mind for days, and now he finally had the guts to write it down. It had been what he wanted to tell N-Zee. He may never be able to say it to his face, but he would write the song so that he could at least know.

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Kevin looks at AJ. He is still writing. Even with the noise of Brian and Justin packing he went on.

He had been at it for hours, writing the song, then throwing it away because he was not satisfied.

'I'm supposed to be the perfectionist' he though.

But he knew that for AJ this was therapy. He knew part of the story, the part that Mickey had been willing to share when he called. The rest he could only guess, but judging by AJ's behavior, N-Zee was not returning his calls, or trying to make any contact with him what so ever. .

It had to be hard, but he hoped AJ could get through it.

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N-Zee jumps up and does a roundkick than knocks out the guy in front of him. He then kicks him in the ribs just for the heck of it, and is about to kick again when Mickey grabs his arm.

"Enough N-Zee. The guy is down, no need to kill him"

"I wasn't gonna kill him. Just hurt him really badly."

"Get a hold of yourself man. You've been like a ghost for weeks. I know it's hard, but you've been there before, and you made it through. So try not to get arrested ok? I had a hard enough time getting you out last night, lets not make it any worse by repeating it tonight."

"Whatever" N-Zee says, and starts to walk away. Mickey follows close behind, knowing that this is something N-Zee has to work out himself.

He just hopes he'll work it out fast, for N-Zee is running out of luck, and one of these days he might try to beat up the wrong guy.

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N-Zee looks at Mercy. The Doberman looks back at him with her usual happy face.

His eyes wander to the empty door of his closet. The poster which was once there is gone now. He pretty much ripped it apart after talking to AJ.

He knew he should take it easy on the streets, and he tries to, but he has so much going on inside, so much steam he has to let out.

And fighting is the only way he know how.

AJ had said it was all his fault, said that they were never meant to be friends.

He had pretty much blamed him for everything.

He had thought of AJ as a friend, as someone he could count on.

But AJ had turned out to be nothing more that a star, a selfish, stuck up superstar who wanted everything to go the way he wanted it, and nothing to go wrong.

And if something did, he blamed everyone else and walked away.

"I don't need that" he said to Mercy, who only looked happily at him.

"I don't need him. I had a life before him, and I can have a life after him. To hell with him and his sorry excuse for a group. A bunch of nancy boys, the whole bunch of 'em. Screw 'em all, I don't give a damn. I hope I'll never see him again for the rest of my life."

 

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