Bitterly, AJ had made his round of calls, canceling the small party he was going to have. Then sat alone in his living room, a drink in his hand and staring blankly at a dark TV screen.
When the tapping at his backdoor became mind numbing, AJ rose in disgust and slid the glass door open with a vengeance. "What is it, Brandon?" He asked bitingly.
He was sheepish, and fidgeting. "I have... er, something to confess to you. It's about what happened while you were gone…"
Sighing, AJ shook his head; "This not a good time."
Brandon shook his head; "I have to tell you."
Sighing again, he allowed him entrance.
"I did something stupid while you were touring." He started.
"Like what?" AJ asked sipping at his drink and flopping back down on his chair.
"I pretended that I was you."
AJ coughed and spit the dark liquid out. "Wha-at?" He asked still coughing.
"Mister McLean?"
AJ groaned, and leaned his head back further on his chair.
"Mister McLean."
Quickly, he downed the rest of the dark liquid in his glass. "What?" He rasped out irritably, his head shaking fiercely. "What did you do?"
Brandon cleared his throat nervously, "I-uh I pretended that I was… you."
AJ rubbed savagely at his forehead, hoping to rub the damn headache out. "Why? How could you?"
Brandon rubbed the back of his neck and ran his hand through his hair. "Damnit, I just wanted to impress this rich chic." He confessed ruefully. "I couldn't very well tell her I'm just a plain college student with bills piled so high, that I'll be in debt until I'm fifty!"
He sighed and shook his head, "And then when you came back, I knew I had to ditch her, or she definitely would find out what an ass I am."
AJ frowned at him; "You shouldn't have done it in the first place. What makes you think she liked you for you? What makes you think that she just didn't like your image." His eyes narrowed, "My image?"
Brandon plopped down on one of the couches. "I know. I know!" He muttered in aggravation. "But what am I supposed to do about it now? Confess that I'm a total loser in front of her and beg for forgiveness."
Without thinking twice or blinking AJ replied, "Uh… yes!" He waves his arms around, "Hello! You lied to some girl, just so you could get her to like you. You have to make it right!"
"But then she'll definitely hate me!" Brandon whined.
AJ rolled his eyes, "If you don't tell her, I'll make sure and do it!"
Brandon eyed him warily, "You wouldn't."
AJ could feel the blood draining from his face as Brandon continued to talk about her. "Her father's got this old money, ya know? And he's played stocks for years making his fortune larger and larger." His head shook though, "Yet, he's been married like ten times or something. He's only stayed with one wife more than three years, and that was because he and her had Brandy and her older sister. He only has like five kids. Three girls and I think two boys. But none of them really know each other. They all live in separate houses, some even separate states! Can you imagine living like that?"
AJ stopped listening to him, and could hear the blood pounding in his ears. Oh… my… God. Please be wrong. Please be wrong.