The three boys sat in the grass, all doing different things, the blonde picking at the grass ignoring anything being said. The brunette was watching him intently and finally the raven staring lovingly at the brunette. It was the most classic of love triangles which can only end in heartbreak. The youngest of the three 15 year old Justin Taylor the perfect polite blonde who always had a smile on his face, that and his golden blonde hair always made him stand out in a crowd. He was beautiful and almost everyone knew the huge amount of talent he had, he was an artist he painted and drew let himself bleed onto the canvas. He may not be very social but his paintings spoke thousands. He came from respectable parents, his father the senator of Pennsylvania. The middle boy, Brian Kinney was much different from Justin, he was sarcastic and honest and had parents that didn't much care about him. He played soccer and was pretty popular at school. He usually stayed with Michael only because Justin's parents didn't approve of their friendship; if the brunette was being honest he'd tell you how much he wanted to be with the blonde all the time. However after 17 years of neglect he shielded himself from love put up walls he didn't let anyone in, except Michael, the eldest boy only by 3 months. He lived with his mother and uncle. He was way into comic books and his best friend Brian.
Justin sneezed wiping his nose, allergies. He rubbed at his eyes before looking under his blonde bangs to see Brian smirking at him. The blonde scowled pushing his hair from his eyes. Brian stopped smirking when he saw the look on the blondes face, he hated when Justin was mad at him. He stared down at the sketch he was working on, the scenery from the hill they were sitting on, it was theirs, it was just behind their school.
"Tomorrow is September 30th." Brian said out loud.
"No one cares about James Dean's death except you, so shut up." Justin mumbled. Brian leaned over and flicked his head, Justin knew how much he admired the actor and was annoyed with his pathetic drooling over any picture or how many times he was forced to watch Rebel Without A Cause, even though he expressed how much he didn't like it each time.
"Mikey will you hang out with me?" Brian pouted.
"Sure thing, wanna come home with me after school?" Michael asked. Justin didn't like that they were making plans in front of him. He grabbed his sketch book and got up brushing the picked grass from his pants. He stared at the two boys who were supposed to be older than him, be he surpassed them greatly in maturity.
"See you two at school tomorrow." Justin shot over his shoulder as he made his way down the hill. He only lived two blocks from Michael, in a large house fit for a senator's family. He walked through the streets saying his hellos to his neighbors before strolling through his front door. He left his sketch book on the table, he couldn't hear anyone. He walked into the kitchen and there was a note on the table.
Important dinner had to go, sorry we'll be home by 9.
xoxo Mom.
Justin left the note there, before he heard the front door open.
"Mom?" He called.
"Not quite." Brian laughed.
"What are you doing here?" Justin ran over to see Brian standing in the front hallway. Brian smirked as he strode over to the blonde wrapping his arms around his neck. Justin froze. "Answer me!" Justin was a little angry that Brian was very touchy feely, and Justin knew that.
"I didn't see your parents' car so I thought I'd come make sure you're okay." Brian stared.
"Okay why are you really here?" Justin asked.
"Because I'm bored and Mikey had to go to work." Brian shrugged. Justin pushed at the brunette's chest. He always felt like he was second to Michael and he hated it, but he'd never say so.
"Well go home." Justin told him. Brian pouted shaking his head reaching into his jean jacket pocket before pulling out a baggy. Justin's eyes went wide before shaking his head.
"Not here, go somewhere else and do that please?" The blonde grabbed Brian's hand. Brian smirked nodding pushing past Justin to go into the family room. Justin tried not to have a meltdown but if he parents found anything relating to weed he'd be dead. He followed behind Brian before the brunette flopped down on the couch. Brian pulled the rolled joint from the bag and reached into his pocket pulling out a lighter. Justin watched horrified his parents would murder him, he would die. He rubbed at his temples shutting his eyes before the smell reached his nose, they shot open and there was Brian smoking on his mother's couch.
"I don't know what you're allowed to do at Michael's but you can't do it here, my parents will kill me." Justin pleaded.
"Calm down squirt, here." Brian offered him the joint, but the blonde refused. "It'll be fun."
"No." Justin glared.
"Come on." Brian smiled.
"I hate you." Justin opened his lips as Brian turned the joint and put it in his mouth holding it for him. The blonde had done this with Brian and Michael, but never in his house. He tried not to cough. Brian smiled pulling it from his lips and bringing it to his own. Justin sat down beside him on the couch; Brian draped his legs across the blondes.
"No one likes The Stones." Justin stared at Brian's shirt.
"You only say that because your parents only let you listen to Springsteen." Brian stared at the ceiling.
"They don't want me listening to garbage like that." Justin muttered. Brian sat up, Justin looked at him smiling. Brian was won over by that smile he didn't give a fuck about The Stones or Springsteen now. He handed Justin the joint again the blonde took it and stuck it between his lips. Brian wanted to grab him and fuck him right there, but the blonde was way to proper for that he needed to be wined and dined, weed wouldn't cut it.
"Come to my room." Justin got up reaching his hand out for Brian, the brunette grabbed it and he was dragged behind the blonde until he got into his room. Justin let go of his hand and walked over to his box of tapes. He grabbed the one on top making sure it was empty and pressing play on his cassette player. He turned back to Brian before letting the roach fall to the floor as he stepped on it. Justin wobbled he was easily screwed. Brian smiled going over to his bed lying down as The Police was spewed from the speakers. Justin smiled too, watching the brunette he walked over. He stood there looking smugly at Brian.
"See I'm allowed to listen to "Rock n' Roll" too." Justin smirked.
"Please, this is not rock." Brian scoffed.
"Shut up." Justin stared. Brian smiled sitting up, swinging his legs over the edge.
"Make me." He pulled in his bottom lip. Justin smirked before pushing him down on his bed. The blonde stood between his legs. Brian grabbed Justin's hands. He leaned up not letting go of the blondes' hands.
"I know Michael's your best friend but you're mine." Justin smiled. Brian let go of one of his hands and wrapped it around his waist pulling him close.
"And you're mine." Brian smiled.
"I'm gunna fall!" Justin squeaked. He pulled his hand from Brian's and grabbed the brunettes shoulder. Brian slid his other arm around Justin's waist before he pulled him down on top of him. Justin put his fingers on Brian's lips before the brunette bit his finger.
"Ow." Justin pouted.
"I'm sorry." Brian smiled.
"No you're not." Justin said staring at his finger.
"Let me make it up to you." He whispered, letting go of the blondes' waist and bringing them to his face, grabbing handfuls of blonde hair and pressing his lips to Justin's. He heard the blonde gasp before their lips massaged together. After Justin broke the kiss he stared at Brian remembering Michael telling him how much he liked Brian. He quickly got up. Brian sat up too.
"What?" Brian asked.
"Michael likes you." Justin said slowly. Brian stared at the blonde.
"What?" Brian said dumbfounded.
"He told me, he likes you, this was nothing okay?" Justin begged.
"Okay." Brian said slowly. He wanted it to be something; he knew it was too good to be true.
"You should go home." Justin said slowly. Brian got up nodding. Justin looked at him, and stopped Brian when he started walking.
"Or stay, he doesn't need to know." Justin whispered. Brian smiled wrapping his arms around the blondes' neck pulling him close.
"My lips are sealed."
