JUSTIN'S POV

I ran down the cold winter street. I had all my things from Ethan's place with me. I couldn't stay there. Not after what happened. Not after he ht me. That's right he hit me. He walked in on me while I was sketching. That never bothered him, because he'd never seen what I have been sketching, this time he did. "Why the FUCK are you drawing pictures of BRIAN!" That was what he said to me and I said nothing back except, "Ethan I'm sorry, but I still love him." He replied but calling me an ungrateful little bitch and slapping me across the face. Then he left saying he was going for a walk and when he got back he wanted to see me burning the pictures of Brian. That was out of the question so while he was out I packed up and left.

I had no idea where I was going. Not to Brian's that's for god damn sure, he would toss me right the fuck out. Not Mel and Lindsay's because they would tell Brian. And I sure as fuck wasn't going to Debbie's for the same reason. But, Daphne, I still had Daphne, she seemed to be all I had right now and I was grateful for it.

Daphne swung the door to her apartment open. "Justin! Oh my god what the fuck's wrong?!" I just sniffled and shook my head as she let me in. "He HIT me Daph! The piece of shit fucking HIT me!"

She looked shell shocked. "Oh my god when?" I recounted the entire story for her. "Holy shit Justin! And of course you can stay here, I can't believe that psycho hit you! Just for drawing pictures of Brian?" I nodded. "Yeah he said that. I was with him now and I should forget about Brian. But Daph, I was so unhappy with him, did you know the only way I could get off when he and I fucked, was by thinking of Brian?" She shook her head "Eww no but thanks for that visual!" I laughed a bit at that. "What? You used to love my little fuck stories in High School." She laughed a little to. "Yeah because those included Brian Kinney fucking you. Not slime bag dirtball fuckwad." I nodded in agreement. "Those always were and are the better ones. Because he is a better man that Ethan could ever dream to be." We were silent for a while before she finally spoke. "Your really miss him don't you?" I nodded "More than you will ever know Daph." Another few moments of silence. "Ok." She continued. "Sheets are in the closet as is a pillow, couch pulls out, and if your gonna jerk off do so in the confines of the bathroom, and clean up afterwards." I sat there shocked for a minute then I finally spoke. "I'm living with a girl, why the fuck would I jerk off?" She smiled because no matter how hard you try to hide it I know you will be dreaming of Brian, and you have never had a clean mind." I nodded my head, I had to agree with her on that one. "Thank you Daphne, I owe you big." She shook her head "You owe me nothing, now go to sleep."

"Good night Daphne."

"Good Night Justin."

DAPHNE'S POV

I leave Justin in the living room, shut my bedroom door, and grab my cell. I dial the number that no one knows I have in my speed dial, not even Justin. It's 11 o'clock so I'm sure he'll be up. Possible in more ways then one.

He answers after 3 rings.

"Who the fuck is this?" God he's always so cheery.

"It's Daphne Brian." I answer annoyed

"Well Daphne as lovely as it always is to talk to you, I must ask what the fuck do you want?" He says with a voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Just shut the fuck up and listen for once Brian. It's Justin, something happened."