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Me, Myself, and I (PG) by Izzy
Fandom: POPSLASH
Pairing: gen, AJ-centric
Length: short story
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: backstreet fan fiction
Why this must be read: In honor of this month being AJ month in the popslash fandom. Yes, more genfic, but I promise it's the last one! Izzy is another author whom I very much admire; this was one of the first Backstreet fanfics I ever read, and I fell in love with it. It's an extended AJ character study, who is a pretty complicated character to attempt, and it's so spot-on it almost hurts.
The only constant in life is change. For AJ McLean, no truer words had ever been spoken. AJ meditates upon these words, and watches Shark Week with Nick. And comes to some conclusions. It's creative, concise, and makes you read between the lines and listen for what isn't being said, which we so often have to do--particularly in this fandom--just to grasp at the truth.
...In school the following year I told everyone that my father was a mercenary overseas and that I was actually in the witness protection program, while my mother was in the FBI and working undercover. My real name wasn't Alex, it was Antonio, but if you called me that you might be in trouble. I carried a briefcase for a couple of weeks. I didn't have many friends.
I changed my handwriting frequently in school. Almost as often as I changed my story.
I seemed to have a problem expressing myself.
Flash forward. Had things changed?
Less than ten years later I was going by AJ and was surrounded by four guys who seemed to want to accept me for who I was. That was another sort of escape for me, only I wasn't really too sure who that me was that I was supposed to be showing them. I was a little too big to be playing Zorro, magic didn't work, and the last time I had tried to be Superman I had sprained my wrist.
It seemed like AJ was going to be something a little new. Something to escape to, not escape from. And retiring AJ wouldn't be as easy as taking off the cape or throwing away the mask. AJ was a little more permanent. AJ was a tattoo....
Me, Myself, and I
Pairing: gen, AJ-centric
Length: short story
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: backstreet fan fiction
Why this must be read: In honor of this month being AJ month in the popslash fandom. Yes, more genfic, but I promise it's the last one! Izzy is another author whom I very much admire; this was one of the first Backstreet fanfics I ever read, and I fell in love with it. It's an extended AJ character study, who is a pretty complicated character to attempt, and it's so spot-on it almost hurts.
The only constant in life is change. For AJ McLean, no truer words had ever been spoken. AJ meditates upon these words, and watches Shark Week with Nick. And comes to some conclusions. It's creative, concise, and makes you read between the lines and listen for what isn't being said, which we so often have to do--particularly in this fandom--just to grasp at the truth.
...In school the following year I told everyone that my father was a mercenary overseas and that I was actually in the witness protection program, while my mother was in the FBI and working undercover. My real name wasn't Alex, it was Antonio, but if you called me that you might be in trouble. I carried a briefcase for a couple of weeks. I didn't have many friends.
I changed my handwriting frequently in school. Almost as often as I changed my story.
I seemed to have a problem expressing myself.
Flash forward. Had things changed?
Less than ten years later I was going by AJ and was surrounded by four guys who seemed to want to accept me for who I was. That was another sort of escape for me, only I wasn't really too sure who that me was that I was supposed to be showing them. I was a little too big to be playing Zorro, magic didn't work, and the last time I had tried to be Superman I had sprained my wrist.
It seemed like AJ was going to be something a little new. Something to escape to, not escape from. And retiring AJ wouldn't be as easy as taking off the cape or throwing away the mask. AJ was a little more permanent. AJ was a tattoo....
Me, Myself, and I