All I have will go, All I have will go
And I move one, and I move on
And I'm aching, and I'm aching
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club – And I'm Aching

"We gather here today…"

Justin and Jennifer Taylor along with about thirty more people – Some they knew and some they didn't – stood under large black umbrellas on the green grass. The only dirt, which was quickly changed into brown mush, was the dirt that surrounded the large, deep, dark hole that the coffin was lowered into. The large, black sleek coffin that was picked out for its price, for its image, and for its importance. Craig Taylor had always been a man who was only happy if the things he got and had were expensive and yelled out that he was rich, successful, and perfect. That he didn't have a care in the world. That he had a happy family that loved him. A smaller hole was next to Craig's along with a smaller coffin that held the ten-year-old body of Molly Taylor. It was a shame – To die so fucking young.

Justin glanced over at his mother who had a tissue in one hand and her other hand trembling around the grip of the umbrella. Justin wasn't crying. He hadn't really been close to his father. His whole twenty years of life Craig had mostly worked day and night and didn't get in until Justin was already tucked in and asleep in his bed. When Justin had seen his father it had been on Sundays, the Sunday's that his father hadn't gone to work, and there had never been much conversation. Especially when Justin, at the age of ten, would refuse to play baseball and stay inside instead. He preferred 'The Yellow Submarine' to baseball any day. This would send his father into bad moods and the man that chose to become a father wouldn't talk to his son for the rest of the night. Actually week since he would go to work the next morning before Justin wake up and then Justin would hardly see him again until the next Sunday he wasn't working.

Craig had decided to become a father when his daughter was born though.

She actually played baseball with him. Justin didn't mourn the loss of his father. His sister on the other hand…well, he knew he wouldn't miss her tremendously either. She had been a good sister but she had been horribly annoying. Her mission in life was to make Justin's life a living hell, to annoy everyone in the family as good as she could and that was pretty damn good. But Justin would admit – There was a part of him that loved his sister and that would miss her after all the muddy grim was tossed carelessly on top of her coffin but, honestly, there wasn't a part of him that would miss Craig Taylor. His 'Sperm donor'. Thank god his father hadn't known one of his deepest secrets that no one knew except his best-friend Daphne. Being a homosexual wasn't Craig's idea of a good manly thing.

Justin stared stonily at the sight before him. A hand coming to rest on his shoulder caused him to jump slightly, head whipping to the side to see who had caused his startlment. It was Daphne Chanders, his best-friend of forever. They used to play together clad in nothing but their diapers and they've told each other everything from the tortured moments of puberty to who they thought was hot in school. Of course – Justin attended, thanks to his father paying, PIFA. 'Pittsburgh Institute of Fine Arts'. Another reason Justin thanked God that Craig hadn't known about Justin's un-hetero lifestyle. If he had, Justin was sure Craig would've stopped all payment to the art school. He almost didn't pay in the first place because his good ol' dad wanted him to go to Dartmouth. He even offered Justin a job at his own agency. Craig offered to let Justin shadow one of his Ad executives.

Fuck. No.

Though the idea might be good now. To get a job. He needed money.

"Are you ok?"

Justin smiled over at Daphne. The smile came easily. Justin betted that anyone who saw him smiling would refer to him as a sick bastard who didn't care about his father and sister. They were half-right. He didn't care about his father.

"I've never been better."

Daphne frowned slightly.

"I'm glad to see you taking this so well."

"What can I say? I hide my emotions well."

Daphne shot him a half-grin. She hadn't been close to his sister or his father. Justin's father had pretty much ruined any friendship that the two could've had – Not that they ever would've had one anyway – when he made a comment about her being black and how his 'high class son' shouldn't hang out with 'a black like her'. He had made the comment right in front of her, which caused Justin to lash out on him, yell at him and then storm out of the house dragging her along by the arm until she complained that he was hurting her. His father had really pissed him off that day. As well as everyday. Daphne nudged Justin's shoulder and nodded her head to the group of people standing on the other side of the coffin holes. "You hide them as good as him. He's been staring at you the whole time." Raising an eyebrow – Hell, he'd admit, he was curious. Who cared if it was a funeral? – Justin glanced over at the people across from them.

A blonde woman in a black dress. She was pretty and Justin was sure if he had been straight he would've gone for her himself. Next to her stood a tall brunette. One hand was stuffed into his Armani pants, his whole outfit was Armani, and his other hand – he had nice hands – held his umbrella. He was the only person who hadn't bothered with a black umbrella. No, he had a white umbrella. Justin couldn't help but smile. Maybe he wasn't the only one here who hadn't liked Craig Taylor. Even from the distance separating them Justin could see that his eyes were a stunning, slightly cold, hazel. They looked slightly tortured. He probably hated the fact that he was standing here in his Armani in the pouring rain and that when he had to walk back to his vehicle he'd get mud on his pricey, leather, black shoes. Justin wouldn't be surprised if those were Armani too. Suddenly Justin's gaze was met full force by the brunette and Justin quickly glanced away and back over at Daphne. She was smiling.

Retard. Idiot. She always knew everything.

And relished in the fact.

"You're right. He's pretty hot."

"I wonder who he is. I wonder if he's gay."

Justin grinned.

"He is."

"How do you know?"

"Daphne – I'm gay. My gaydar works astonishingly well."

She rolled her eyes and suddenly everyone was milling away from the graves and they quickly hurried after the group but stayed behind so they could talk in private. Justin pulled irritably at his tie. The tux he was wearing was unbearable, the tie was too tight, and he was tired of standing out here in the humid weather while it rained like there was no tomorrow. Daphne hooked elbows with him as they trampled through the grass and back towards the parking lot. Justin's mom was holding a reception thing and everyone was going to their house. To overflow their dining room. Justin couldn't wait. Daphne sighed and looked over at him. "Aren't you sad at all?" Justin raised an eyebrow down at her.

"Are you crazy? I've been waiting for my dad to die forever. Molly…well…I'll miss her. She was ok to be around sometimes but we didn't ever really get along. At least we had some sort of relationship though."

Daphne was silent for a moment.

"Yeah – Your dad wasn't my favorite."

"I know. I hated how he treated you."

"It's ok."

"No it's not."

Suddenly Justin's foot caught on an overgrown weed and he tripped forward slightly. That is before an arm quickly grabbed his and kept him from hitting the ground face first. It wasn't Daphne's hand although her elbow was still hooked with his. Sighing with relief, getting muddy hadn't been on his agenda; Justin twisted his head to the side to meet the hazel gaze of the man he had been staring at earlier. Mr. White Umbrella. A smile immediately came up onto Justin's face and he pulled his arm out of the man's hand. Even if he didn't want to but he couldn't act too obvious. "Thanks." Justin was surprised he could talk. The guy was even more gorgeous close up and in person. The brunette smiled and, wow, he had the most dazzling smile ever. His teeth were pearly white and his lips were, well, that was a different discussion and not all that appropriate when "mourning" over death.

"No problem."

The brunette then walked off, with a wink in Justin's direction, leaving the two of them speechless. Justin breathless and speechless. Justin smiled over at Daphne and elbowed her. "I told you he was gay. He winked at me. God, he's hot." Daphne rolled her eyes and pulled Justin back to a walk until they reached the parking lot. Justin pulled Daphne to his mother's car where Jennifer sat waiting. "You wanna ride with me, Daph?" Daphne nodded since her parents weren't there anyway and it was a given. Who else would she ride with? Her parents were busy on a business trip in Tibet. The whole ride was deathly silent except for Jennifer crying in the front seat. Justin didn't even know why she was crying. It was obvious that Craig had been cheating on her for at least half of their "happy" marriage. Justin placed a hand on her shoulder as an act of comfort nonetheless.

People were already at their house when they got there. Justin glanced over at Daphne.

"Maybe we should go to my room. Unless…you want to stay here."

Daphne shot him an 'I can't believe you' look. "You can't just leave your own sister and father's reception! Even if you didn't like them." Justin sighed. "I didn't like one of them." Daphne glared at him. "That's beside the point. Your mom's already having a horrible time. You leaving would probably only make it worst. Plus, people are gonna want to offer you're their condolences." Justin sighed, irritated. "I don't want or need their condolences. It's not going to bring her back." He was clearly talking about his sister. He hadn't meant to. He hadn't meant to show that he cared more then he let on. Daphne offered him an apologetic look of concern.

"Justin…"

He didn't say anything. Instead, he strode into his living room and ignored people as they told him how sorry they were for his losses. They didn't say anything about him being rude, they probably thought he was feeling like shit right now and they let him be. Daphne followed closely behind until they reached Justin's couch, where he sat down. He had managed to snatch a glass of wine from a nearby table in the process of him flying to the couch. He downed it all down in one gulp. He wished they had something more affective. Something more like beer. Wine just didn't do it for him. Daphne slowly took the glass from him and set it down on the coffee table sitting in front of the couch.

"I'm sorr,"

"Shut up, Daphne. You don't have anything to be sorry about. No one in here does. It's not like it was their fault they got in a car wreck."

Daphne clamped her mouth shut for a few moments, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. "It's just they're way of showing that they care." Justin snorted. "Yeah fucking right. Everyone who worked with my dad hated him. They're probably here to see if he left them anything in his will." Daphne nodded, not stating whether she agreed or not. "Which he didn't since I know what was on his will." Daphne raised an eyebrow and looked over at him, which caused the blue-haired man sitting next to her to meet her eyes as well. "How do you know? Things like that are private." Justin scoffed.

"Because he told me. These were his exact words: When I die none of that money is going to you. It's all going to my agency. Do you know what that means?"

Daphne said nothing.

"That means none of it's going to my mom or me. That means mom's going to have to bring in all the income and pay for all the bills out of her own pocket. That also means I can't attend PIFA anymore because he's no longer paying for it, the bastard that he is. Do you want to know what else that means? That means I'll have to get a job, probably at his agency doing something I'm not interested in all because of this stupid car wreck."

Daphne still said nothing, hands fumbling her glass of wine. Justin sighed, shoving his hand through his shaggy blonde hair. It was slightly damp from the rain, despite the fact that they had used umbrellas. "I'm sorry, Daph…I probably sound so fucking selfish right now. I'm twenty-two fucking years old. I should have a job and I should stop complaining." Daphne sighed and stretched an arm across his shoulders, pulling him into a side hug. He let her do so, seeking comfort from anywhere he could get it. "It's all right, Justin. You have every right to be mad right now. I can't believe he did that to you and your mom." Justin shrugged, falling limp against the couch and sliding downwards until his head rested on the headrest.

"It doesn't matter. There's nothing I can do about it."

"Who's taken over your dad's business? Maybe he or she can give you a job, a good job, and the pay will at least pay for part of your school tuition and Jennifer can help you pay what you don't have."

Justin sighed heavily. The thought was nice.

"Some Brian guy. He's probably a bastard. Plus, I have no experience in that field. I won't get paid shit and shit won't exactly pay much of my tuition. Let's just face it, Daph. I'm not going to PIFA anymore. I'm going to drop out, work somewhere that I hate, and never retire. It'll be fine."

Daphne squeezed her arm across his shoulders for a brief second before removing it and folding her hands in her lap after placing her glass on the coffee table. "Oh, don't look now. That hotties coming over." Justin lifted his eyes open and his head off the couch. Daphne was right. Mr. White Umbrella was making his way over towards where they were sitting. The blonde woman was following close behind him, apologetic smile on her face. Soon they were sitting in seats next to the couch Justin and Daphne occupied. Brian offered him a breath-taking grin and held out his hand. "You're Justin." It wasn't a question. Just a statement. Justin took the hand, warm and perfect around his, and nodded.

"Yeah, and this is Daphne."

Brian smiled over at her as well.

"This is Cynthia,"

He nodded towards the pretty women next to him.

"And I'm Brian Kinney. I'm…taking over Craig's agency."

Justin blinked. This was the Brian who was taking over his dad's agency? Justin swallowed and only nodded. He had expected the man to take it over to be…old, ugly, fat and…a bastard. He had expected the man to have the same personality as Craig too. Brian didn't seem to notice Justin's speechlessness and went on; leaning back into the sofa he sat on. "Craig's told me a lot about you." Justin scoffed, skeptical look coming onto his face. "I'll bet." He heard a sad sigh from Daphne but he ignored it. Justin could only imagine what his father had told this man who seemed to notice the hatred he felt for his father. Brian slowly nodded. "Yeah, he said you're into Art."

Justin nodded again.

"Yeah, to his disappointment. I'm sure he died happy knowing I won't be able to attend school anymore because of his precious will of revenge."

"So you've seen it?"

Justin shrugged.

"He told me all about it with a smile on his face."

No one said anything for about five minutes. In those five minutes Justin stared at his lap, fingers pulling at each other in anger. His stupid father. What kind of father did he think he was? He definitely didn't deserve a 'father of the year' award. His father, on the other hand, probably thought very differently. Suddenly the man cleared his throat, and brushed his hands on his knees. God, up close he had even nicer hands. Justin looked up from those perfect hands and met his piercing hazel eyes. "You need a job." Again, not a question. A statement. How much about the will had his father told Brian? Probably all of it. Justin nodded.

"Yes. Though, not at his, well, your agency. I'm no good and not interested."

Justin wished he was good because he would work for Brian immediately. Who wouldn't want to work with this man? Brian was gorgeous. "Well, in case you do become interested, we have an opening in the art department and…I'd like someone with your talent." Justin wasn't sure but he could've sworn there was a double meaning as to why Brian wanted him to have the job. And, Justin was slightly interested now. The art department wouldn't be too bad. He would still be doing what he wanted to do. Art. Justin offered Brian a smile. "How do you know I have talent?" Brian grinned. Like Justin thought before – This man was fucking gorgeous.

"I've seen your art at GLC."

"Oh."

Justin sent Daphne a look of 'I told you he was gay'. Daphne rolled her eyes at him and Justin turned back to the man who had, no doubt, seen the whole exchange. Justin offered the man a smile. This man had seen his work and he liked it and he thought he was the perfect man for the job in the art department. "Actually, Mr. Kinney," Brian quickly told him to call him by his first name. Justin would have no problem with that. "Brian, I've changed my mind." A smirk came up on Brian's face as if he had known all along that Justin would change his mind in the end. "Great – Come on in Monday morning and I'll show you the ropes." It was Saturday. A whole day seemed like a long wait. Justin, still smiling like a six-year-old, nodded. And still smiled as the man and woman walked away.

"I have the hottest boss on earth."

Daphne nodded in agreement.

"You do know that this means I'll come visit you all the time now, right?"