"Ta-da! I knew there had to be at least one open door in this whole place!" Kevin cried as he held open the door he had found.
"Thank God," Howie commented, walking up behind him. "Now, maybe we can see if we can find somebody."
The two of them walked in and closed the door behind them. They stumbled around in the dark until they found their way to the arena. It was dimly-lit, empty, and quiet. The Boys’ crew had taken down the stage and equipment and had left a long time ago.
Kevin sat down in one of the seats and ran his hand through his hair. He looked up at Howie. "Okay, so now what?" he snapped.
"We look for the cleaning crew," Howie smiled.
Kevin arched his eyebrow. "Howie, how do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"It’s 6:30 in the morning, and you’re still happy!"
Howie stepped back. "Okay, okay. I’m sorry," he apologized.
"No, it’s okay. I just hope we’ll have some time to sleep before the concert tonight. That is, if we ever get AJ and Zoey out of that bathroom."
Kevin stretched out in the seat, and Howie sat down next to him. He stared up at the ceiling, desperately trying to think of a plan. He had run through a few ideas when the sound of snoring caught his attention. He turned to see Howie curled up in the chair fast asleep. That guy can sleep anywhere, he thought.
"Hey! Who are you, and what are you doing here? I’ll call the police!" A voice yelled. Kevin sat up and saw a man standing on the coliseum floor. He had a broom in one hand, and he was dressed like…a JANITOR! Kevin couldn’t have been happier.
"Wait! Let me explain. We’ve been looking all over for you," Kevin said as he jumped out of the seat. He nudged Howie awake, then ran down to the floor. The janitor backed up a little as he approached.
"I’m Kevin, and this is Howie. We’re two of the Backstreet Boys. Last night, another one of our members, AJ, and a girl, Zoey, got trapped in the small bathroom backstage. We’ve been looking for help all night." Just to prove who he was, Kevin pulled out his driver’s license to show the janitor.
The janitor adjusted his glasses and stared intently at the two Boys. "Well," he began slowly. "You two do look familiar. My daughter loves you guys, but she mostly has pictures up of the blond one."
Normally, that would have bothered Kevin a little, but at that moment, he didn’t care. He just wanted to get AJ and Zoey out of the bathroom, then go to bed.
"So, does this mean you’ll help us?" Howie asked, apparently letting the comment about looking a little familiar roll off his back as well.
The janitor leaned on his broom. "Sure. My name is Steve, by the way." Howie and Kevin each shook his hand. Then they started towards the backstage area. "Which bathroom is it?" Steve asked.
"The small one towards the back; the one you’re not suppose to close all the way," Howie answered.
Steve chuckled. "Oh, I know which one you’re talking about. I’ve had a few other people get stuck in there before. The most recent one, before your friend, was that lead singer from some British rock group. I think they’re called Plant or Tree or something like that."
"Bush?" Kevin asked.
"Yeah, that’s the one. Oh, he was real mad." Steve continued to tell them about the other notorious people who have gotten themselves locked in the bathroom as the three made their way towards it.
Zoey and AJ parted and took a few minutes to catch their breath. They had been making out since they had admitted they liked each other.
Zoey took a deep breath. "You know, as much as I’m enjoying this, I need to stop for some air," she said.
"Okay. You just lie there and relax, and I’ll do the rest," AJ grinned wickedly, wiggling his eyebrows.
Zoey giggled, her dimples showing. "Oh, really, and just what do you plan on doing?"
"Well, let’s see." AJ sat up and examined Zoey’s body, which was still lying on the floor. He grinned again, then slowly and playfully lifted up her shirt. He leaned down and softly kissed her stomach. Zoey giggled at the tickling sensation she felt. Then, all of a sudden, he licked her stomach. She wasn’t ready for that.
"Alex!" she gasped.
AJ looked up at her innocently. "What! It looks like mocha, so I wanted to see if it tasted like mocha."
Zoey laughed. "You were curious, huh?"
AJ sat up and lowered her shirt. "Yeah."
"Well, we’ve got plenty of time for that, don’t we?" She looked at him expectantly. She knew that she had caught him off guard. Neither one of them had thought of what might happen once they got out of the bathroom. She sat up and looked him in the eyes.
AJ let a minute pass before he answered. "Of course we do. Oh, didn’t I tell you? When we’re done with this tour, I’m coming back for you." He brushed a stray hair out of her face.
Zoey smiled. "Come on, Alex. I’m serious."
AJ looked at her with a straight face. "So am I."
Zoey smiled again, her dimples showing even more. Who would have ever thought that this guy would turn out to be so sweet? Not quite knowing what to say, she kissed him again.
Then there was a knock at the door. "Hey! Are you two awake in there? Are you alright?" the familiar voice of Howie yelled.
Zoey and AJ pulled apart, almost as if they were guilty of something. They stood up and walked towards the door.
"D? Where have you been?" AJ yelled back.
"We finally found a janitor," Howie announced as the door knob began to wobble. Some scraping noises came from the other side of the door, then the door itself popped open. Standing in the doorway were Kevin, Howie, and a janitor.
"Hey! Are we interrupting anything?" Kevin asked.
AJ took Zoey’s hand and led her out of the bathroom. "No," he smiled.
Howie draped an arm around AJ’s shoulders. "You won’t believe the night we’ve had."
AJ turned around and smiled at Zoey. "At this point, I’ll believe just about anything is possible."