(AN: I know this story is very short and pointless...it was just an 
idea I had. See if you can guess where I got the names from. I think 
it’s easy, but if you get confused feel free to email me. Actually feel 
free to email me at anytime)


Randy and Alan were playing Play Station. Specifically Grand Turismo, 
and Randy was kicking Alan’s ass. The system and game had been a gift 
from Randy’s estranged mother. He hadn’t seen her since his last baby 
half-brother was born.

"Al, do you want a beer?", Tony asked, sticking 

his head in the rooms entrance way.

"Yeah, grab me one Tone. Hey man, 

you wanna come play? Randy’s kicking my ass at this game. It’s not fun 

anymore".

"Sure, I’ll play until Jimmy and Scottie get here". Tony 

came into the room. He gave Alan a can of beer, before opening his own 

and plopping down in front of the television.

"I got to thinking, 

guys", Randy said. Alan almost died from shock.

"You had a thought?! 

Good God, no!! The world is coming to an end!!".

"Shut up, Alan. I’m 

serious, man. What if there are people out there living the same lives 

as us, but different?".

"Huh?", Tony said, raising an eyebrow. "You 

mean an alternate universe?".

"Yes. Like instead of me being Randall 

Justin Timberlake, I’m Justin Randall Timberlake. And instead of 

working in a gas station, I’m in a music group. I don’t live with my 

dad and step-mom, but with my mom and step-dad except I see my dad and 

half-siblings. Wouldn’t that be weird?".

"Yeah, and instead of me 

being Anthony, I could be Joseph and a ladies magnet. I hate being a 

reject".

"Still, I think we’re better off the way we are", Alan 

mumbled. "I hate the name Chris".