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guavejuice) wrote2013-06-29 07:50 pm
Watching and Waiting- B/J series 4/9
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guavejuicePairing:Brian/Justin
Timeline:S5- AU
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Part 4
Brian still can't figure out why the fuck Justin and the rest of the gang decided to call the stop prop 14 event off after they've been so worked up about it for weeks but he's too distracted as it is to think about it.
He's taking one last glance across the loft, peeping into his bedroom, already missing his bed. He draggs his feet and moves to the door.
He chuckles slightly when he puts on his short black leather jacket.
Maybe if Justin didn't spend so much time with Michael and Ben working on the whole Stop prop 14 thing he wouldn't have been affected by their little house in the prairies fantasy?
Shit.
Brian checks on his large suitcase and matching bag and dials the car service number.
Why would Justin run crying to Michael of all people? Fuck. They've been through that route before.
It was Justin's decision to leave.
He could have stayed at his mom's or at Daphne's that night. Why did he have to shack up with the Novotny- Bruckners?
And why was Michael playing mother Theresa all of a sudden , helping Justin, carrying a second hand mattress for him up three flights of stares into that damp? (good thing Emmett and Ted were on hand to inform Brian of such valuable details… )
Why the fuck was Brian supposed to apologize to Michael in the first place? The jerk. He started it. Saying Justin left because of him, slamming in it Brian's face. Calling him an over the hill club boy.
Maybe Lindsay's right.
Maybe , just maybe, he's the one who should have swallowed his fucking pride, since with Justin's absence Brian doesn't feel like swallowing anything else anyway, and make the first damn move this time?
But he did.
Just earlier.
He asked Justin to come over to the loft then offered him an all expense paid trip to the most fucking happiest place on earth.
The fucker refused.
Brian decides to have another drink before the car to the airport arrives.
The drink burns in his mouth and settles in his stomach but it's not working.
The emptiness in his lower abdomen won't go away.
Fuck.
Why can't it be easy?
Why is he still missing that young blond with the perfectly shaped ass and the most beaming smile he's ever seen? Why can't he take that one image off his mind? Those blue eyes staring at him when Justin stood at the door and hugged him one last time after telling him they're not moving in the same direction…
Brian shrugs his shoulders and quickly rinses the glass in the sink.
Maybe it is his fault.
He always told Justin to be the best homosexual he could possibly be. He taught him not to give a shit and always go with what makes him happy.
Well… he thought Justin was happy to be living together. He thought Justin agreed that marriage is a doom's day machine destined to self distruct.
Fuck.
Talk about self distruct.
He's got to get out of here.
His phone vibrates and he notices an incoming message.
Feeling somewhat hopeful , he picks it up.
It's only the car service, letting him know his ride to the airport is here.
He takes a deep breath, picks up his stuff and keys and goes out the loft, slamming the door shut.
Why does it feels as if he's standing on top of a ragged cliff, hanging on to the edge, looking down into a stormy sea contemplating if he should take the plunge?
TBC…
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Great update!
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(Think he'll take my advice? LOL)
Great chapter, BTW! ♥
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Loving this one...
Hugs Darling ~ Kathleen
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