Disclaimer: I don't own Backstreet Boys, or anyone associated with them, and I have no idea what the manager's name is. Someone else used this one, so I did.
Writer's Note: I wrote this in reaction to all the people who insist that Kevin is so much of a father figure than he never lets anyone have fun. I can't IMAGINE someone doing what he does and not knowing how to have fun. It bothered me, so this is what came of those thoughts. There is a park I go by on my way to church everyday, and this takes place there (so far out of the way between DIA and the Pepsi Center, it's absolutely ridiculous to think they'd even be going by there).
"Stop!"
The demand startled not only the other four guys in the limo, but also the driver, who slammed on the brakes in reflex. It gave Kevin just enough time to throw open the door and launch himself out, his dark coat floating behind him like dark wings, across the parking lot of the small park. He vaulted the fence not too far from the small gate to the park, into the virgin snow beyond.
With shout, Nick went after him, which caused the driver to regain his voice and yell for someone to close the door. That galvanized everyone else into action, and the driver found himself alone, muttering 'never again' as he pulled forward to find a place to turn around.
Kevin and Nick were already embroiled in a snowball fight by the time everyone else arrived, and the two turned on them without mercy. From there, it degenerated in a free for all, and laughter filled the park.
Howie backed away from the group, tossing the occasional snowball just to make it look like he wasn't backing out. Finally, he turned and walked away from the battle, glancing once at the driver. He stood next to the limo, staring in some disbelief at the madness, and didn't return Howie's wave at him. Howie shrugged and walked over to the swing set, brushed the snow off one of the swings, and sat down to watch his friends. It had been so long since they'd had this kind of... uncontrolled fun. The snowball fight had turned into 'let's get', as he'd known would happen, and the pick de jour was Kevin. Kevin, however, was very skillfully avoiding them, but it probably wouldn't last long. Nick and Brian could be devious. He chuckled softly and brushed a stray strand of hair out of his face.
It was AJ who finally took Kevin down, surprisingly, and Brian and Nick piled on top. Howie could only guess at how wet Kevin was likely to be at the end of this little party. With a grin, he turned his eyes to the rest of the field.
He wasn't expecting the barrage of snowballs, and flinched once too hard. The swing dumped him on his back on the snow, legs tangled just long enough that by the time he was free of the swing, they were on him and he was being buried.
"We are in such trouble," Brian said as they trouped into the venue.
Kevin laughed. "Oh, and it wasn't worth it to see D fall off that swing like that?" he asked.
With a fierce shake of his head, Howie released the last of the melted snow clinging to his hair. AJ smacked him upside the head. "Don't do that," he muttered, wiping the droplets from his sunglasses.
"You're late! And... you're wet." Their tour manager stared at them in some disbelief.
"Kevin's fault," they all chorused.
"Oh, and I dragged you, kicking and screaming, from the limo?" Kevin drawled, his green eyes glinting.
"Definitely," AJ said in the resulting silence. "Right, guys?"
"Yep. I was the first," Nick said, and darted off as Kevin lunged at him. The others followed, oblivious to the curious stares and laughter that followed them.
They settled down a little while later, stretched out on couches around the quiet room backstage. "That was quite a... spectacle you made of yourselves," Jerry's irritating voice broke the silence. "What was the big idea?"
"Stress relief," AJ growled without looking at the manager. "So we don't get surly."
Laughter broke out around the room. "Surly?" Nick asked. "Why surly?"
"Classic, J," Howie said, catching his breath again. "Surly," he muttered, and chuckled.
"Besides," Brian grinned, "why shouldn't we do something fun once in a while?"
"What if you get sick? What if one of you got hurt?" the manager continued, his voice raising in his anger.
"We didn't," Kevin replied calmly.
"And you!" Jerry turned on Kevin. "You're supposed to be the most responsible one of the group."
Kevin's green eyes flickered in his direction. "Do you have any idea how tired I am of that?" he drawled. "It's gone around so much that even Brian thinks I don't know how to have fun anymore."
"Not true!" Brian protested.
"We had plenty of time," Nick added.
"You were late," the manager insisted. "I gave you a schedule, and I expect you to follow it. Is that clear?"
"Sure," AJ said, sounding bored.
"It doesn't mean we'll follow it exactly," Brian said with a smirk at Nick, who smirked back. "Just so you're forewarned."
The man sputtered wordlessly, then slammed the door behind him as he left.
Kevin chuckled. "That was fun."
"Which?" Howie asked. "The snowball fight or making Jerry speechless?"
Kevin stretched, cat-like, and grinned. "Both."
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