What hurts the most...
A/N: Ok, so I should really finish other stuff... but this plot came into my head. There should only be about one more chapter so don't expect an epic, but I wanted to try out QAF fanfiction. Hope you like it. Please Read and review!
The cold wind bit into the very core of the city. It froze the metallic taste right out of the dirty air, and blew snow over the minds and bodies of the inhabitants of pittsburg. Brain stood poised on a street corner, torn between recklessly rushing out into the rode and waiting the undefined amount of time.
"I'm freezing my ass off," He commented to no one in particular. He shifted his eyes over the traffic, and licked his lips thoughtfully. The light flickered to show a deformed crossing sign that's lights had gone out on the leg. An annoying melody played over a thin cell phone Brian had tucked away in his pocket. He stepped off the curb and flipped it open, "What?" He gruffed into the speaker.
"Where are you?" comes Michael's voice.
"I'm coming up on the liberty diner now" Brian breathes, tisking as he sees further traffic directly forming at the next light.
"What are you doing there?" Michael asks, sounding cross.
"Well," Brian begins, his air of superiority slightly damaged by the cold, "If I can ever get there I was hoping to consume something. Exactly when did liberty Ave. become the hot spot?"
"It's always been a hot spot Brian," Michael chastises
Brian scoffed noisily, "For us maybe, but who the hell even are these people?"
"Brian! Aren't you going to miss your plane?"
Brian stopped mid-street. "Plane?"
"Yeah," The voice on the line cracked, "Oh god, don't tell me you forgot?"
"Forgot? forgot what?"
Car's horns sounded loudly over the conversation between friends, trying to force Brian into moving.
"Oh, god...no..." Brian softly responds.
Somewhere in New York in a bar a man walks up to a boy and smiles.
"What do you wear to something like this?" Emmet wonders over the three-way phone call.
"Can't you think of anything else to worry about?" Michael snipes.
Ted sighs, "You guys know this is serious."
"I'm not the one worried about his fashion sense!"
"I didn't mean it like that. I...I just don't think I own anything appropriate." Emmet confesses gently.
Ted smiled, "I'm sure you'll look gorgeous."
"So how is Brian?" Emmet tries. The question is never answered.
Somewhere a boy smiles back.
Lights flash blue and red over Brian's face. He moves his hips gently, and sways. His eyes drift shut as he throws his head back. Techno music blares so loudly that the wooden floor bounces. The nightclub is the same as the ones in pittsburg. Nothing changes, the distance between real events and the "Thumpa thumpa" is still as far.
"Hey, sexy." A stranger whispers at Brian, but he ignores them moving back and forth as if possessed.
This nightclub was exactly like the ones at home, except that it wasn't. The floor was not the familiar cement, and here his name didn't carry the same weight. Here He was just another guy. He felt a little sick, but he wondered whether he was actually feeling an emotion or if he was just having a bad trip from whatever that guy in the bathroom had given him.
All things considered, he should have known better. Brian did know better, but he just didn't care.
"Where you from? I've never see you around here before."
Brian smiled at the idiots continued attempts, "I'm new." He answers coolly.
"Wanna dance?"
Brian raises an eyebrow, "I am dancing."
"I meant with me"
Brian moved slightly away, " What do you want me to do? Hold your hand? Fuck off."
Somewhere a boy leaves the dance floor with someone else's teasing hands.
Brian had no idea where he was. To be fair he also didn't know who he was with or what he had done with them. He was pretty sure he had taken a good number of drugs, but he didn't remember much beyond dancing. He was in a firm bed and the air around him smelled like antiseptic. He shook his head to try to get rid of the smell, and immediately felt nausea. He doubled over and threw up on immaculate floor.
"Oh, fuck! Man what's wrong with you?"
"I don't know," Brian mumbled miserably from his upright fetal position, "Maybe you could illuminate it for me."
The man who was standing at the equally immaculate doorway paused unsure of what to say.
Brian looked up, his hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat, and his eyes felt positively grainy. "Fuck." He muttered when he made contact with the homely man, presumably the owner of the house that Brain was in currently. "I must have been really fucked up. Was I any good?"
The man scoffed, "You don't remember?"
Brain strained his mind, "No, I still remember. I needed to get on the plane so I could be here. I wouldn't want me here, but apparently..." Brian was making muffled conversation with himself as he pulled his designer clothing from the floor, onto his body.
"What are you talking about?"
Somewhere in the darkness someone feels ecstasy like nothing he's felt before.
"If you'll just walk this way." The woman in the tweed jacket gestured to Jennifer up the stairs of an old building. "As you can see, it is rather charming."
"It seems like a, excuse my language, shit hole to me."
"This is actually pretty good housing for what he could have afforded."
"Somehow I'm not really comforted." The mother said eyes the peeling wallpaper as she ascended higher in the building.
"The rooms are generally more pleasant."
Jennifer sighed, "well that's good at the very least."
"Look if you don't want to do this today..." The woman paused on the landing, looking at her client for confirmation.
"I'm already here," She shrugged "I might as well see it."
"Alright." She pulled out a row of keys, "The landlord gave me the janitors extra keys for this room. The original ones are lost."
"Among other things." Jennifer said cynically, as they entered a long hallway. The wall paper here didn't seem to be of any higher quality than that of the peeling paper along the brass stairs, but at least in this hallway it was still fully connected to the wall. It had managed to become even louder than the earlier paper however, which was a feat Jen hadn't believed possible until she was given concrete proof otherwise. At about the third door her companion stopped and reevaluated how determined Jennifer was again. After a few moments of convincing, the woman gently pushed the key in the lock and pushed the door open.