Living in Hope Part 6/10

[guavejuice]

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Author:guavejuice
Pairing:Brian/Justin
Gus' POV
Beta:Kim predec2 Can't thank you enough!!!
This is NOT a WIP.
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Part 6

-Later that night-

"Hi, guys.” I smile at Justin and my dad that evening as I step inside his jeep.

"Hi, Sonny Boy! Looking sharp tonight," my dad greets me affectionately as I smile back at him in contentment. I decided to go with my dark blue, skinny Levi's jeans, and a dark blue, V-neck, Urban Outfitters t-shirt for this event. People always tell me I look so much like my dad, a notion that actually makes me happy.

"Didn't your mom mind that you're hitching a ride with us?" Dad asks, pushing his tongue inside his cheek.

"No, she was okay with it,” I answer.

"And how about smelly Melly? Didn't she yell 'objection'?" Dad goes on.

"Brian!" Justin warns him, slapping him playfully on his thigh.

"It's okay; he knows I'm harmless, don't you, Sonny Boy? And by now I think Mel realizes it as well," Dad replies.

"I'm not so sure, Dad,” I answer him, making myself comfortable in the back seat. "Mom made it clear she wouldn't want you to drag me clubbing with you two tonight after the fundraiser."

My dad chuckles as he exchanges an amused look with Justin. “Well, I wish I could indulge you, Gus, but my clubbing days are pretty much over these days. And as much as I find the idea appealing, I wouldn't advise you to go near those joints, either," Dad cautions me.

"Why did you sell your club anyway, Dad?" I ask as he stops at a red light. I can almost feel how the mood inside the jeep changes in a heartbeat, but I feel like I still need to know the answer.

"It's complicated, Gus,” my father answers softly as he peers over thoughtfully at Justin. “I don't know if you would understand."

"I was only five years old, but I could understand how you felt when Mom and Mel left for Canada and took us with them, just a few weeks before Justin left," I say.

"You're a smart kid, Gus, I'll admit that," Dad replies as we approach the driveway of the youth center.

"You taught me well,” I whisper back.

"I'm glad you think so...I only wish I hadn't made so many mistakes myself back then," he admits, his voice trailing off with regret.

"We're here, guys,” Justin eventually intervenes as my dad parks the jeep.

"Let's do this," Dad says as we all step outside.

For some reason I feel I have more unanswered questions at this point than answers, even more than before, but then this whole evening is about living in hope, so I choose to concentrate on that for now.


TBC…