STORY TITLE:It Will Take You
CHAPTER TITLE: sick and tired of being sick and tired.
WORD COUNT:2,410
DISCLAIMER: I do not own QUEER AS FOLK, none of the characters of the places and events that have happened previously and sometimes within in my story. The QUEER AS FOLK people created them and I take no claim to them. However, my plot and these chapters and words are all mine.
RATING: M (MATURE CONTENT = including a relationship between many gay sweaty men, mostly BRIAN AND JUSTIN—SO BEWARE )
CHAPTER THREE:
Anger crosses attractive tan features, alighting in the dark hazel eyes. "Mikey you cut it the fuck out right now." Brian hisses, his jaw clenching with the frustration of talking to his friend. Not too long ago he could remember the time when Michael had been a good friend, and had always been there for him, but it seemed as of late that Michael was drawing further and further into his obsession with Brian.
"I'm just saying that no one understands you Brian, and you were being a dick to me last night. I think you should apologize!" Michael murmurs, not realizing that in his own drunken haze last night, he had been in the wrong.
"Like hell, I'm going to apologize. When the fuck have you ever seen me apologize?" Brian states angrily, putting his foot down at the notion of conceding to his delusional best friend. "Don't you have somewhere else to be? Like maybe at home being the happy faggot house wife?" He dismisses his friend, tired of the same old fights between them.
"Why should I go when there is still so much to talk about?" He growls, gesturing wildly with his hand. "You left me on the dance floor so you could go chase after some random twink who for some reason, wasn't lured in by your incredible charm."
"First of all you—"
"Hey Bri, hope I'm not…" Debbie exclaims as she enters the extravagant office of one Brian Kinney. A boy she had known since he was a teenager, and had watched grow up. So, to say she wasn't a little bit proud of the boy who had built his own company from scratch, would be a lie. "Oh, hey Michael!" She greets her son who she hadn't seen since yesterday.
"He was just leaving," Brian growls, running a tired hand over his defined facial features. If he could just disappear right now, the auburn-haired man might get rid of the awful headache pounding across his temples.
However, his headache increases when he watches Mikey sit arrogantly down on one of his expensive sofas. Debbie gives them a once over, finally noticing the tension in the room that the two males are exuding with a powerful force. "…what do you want Debbie?" Brian sighs, deciding to tackle one problem at a time.
"I have someone who might be a great intern for you." Remembering why she had come here in the first place, her excitement is renewed all over again. Clasped in her hands is the portfolio Justin had reluctantly given to her at work this morning. She could understand Justin's nervousness at receiving feedback on his art work, anyone would be nervous at trying to get a job purely based on skill in the one area of your life that you want more than anything to work in.
"What?...Where did you find this kid? Let me guess, he's one of the random twinks you picked up at the diner and befriended, then you decided 'oh hey, he can paint by numbers' and you knew I needed a new intern. So, here you are, going to try and convince me that he 'has such a great personality'. Well sorry Debbie but this isn't a dating service, I don't give one shit about his personality." Brian groans, not expecting much from the woman who decided that wandering around in her rainbow vest and odd sloganed t-shirts that said things like 'I 3 my penis' are okay in public.
Debbie looks lost for words, but after a second, she recollects herself and marches up to Brian's desk, slapping the portfolio down. "Now Brian Kinney you pick that portfolio up and look at this boy's work before you start judging me." She threatens, shaking her finger at him.
Brian gracefully drops into his chair and leans back lacing his fingers together in thought. After a moment of considering the pros and cons of wasting even a few more minutes of his precious time, Brian picks up the portfolio and proceeds to look through it.
To say he is surprised would be overstating his emotions, but the works contained within the large folder please him. A few are sketches of random people doing equally random things, while some of the others are figure studies of men and digital photos of paintings that would have been too large for Debbie to bring in to show him.
All the while, Debbie watches his expression with rapt anticipation, "well? What do you think Brian?" Debbie exclaims, sick of all the quiet tension.
"He has skill…has he been to college to further his talent?" Brian murmurs thoughtlessly, his mind still wandering over the beautiful sketches in front of him. A small and slightly narcissistic side of Brian desiring to be captured by the elegant stokes of pencil crossing each and every paper. Shaking his head, Brian discards the idea, disappointed with himself for even wanting such a thing.
"Not yet, his parents dropped him out on his ass because he is gay, so he's been working at the diner, trying to save up money for PIFA." Debbie explains, figuring that since Brian is showing at least some interest, it is safe to sit down and get comfortable. "I said I would try to get him this job so that he could get to college sooner."
Brian is impressed, for a kid that hasn't even gone to college yet and is working in a crappy diner, he has talent. "This kid's been through hell Brian, please just meet with him." Debbie pleads lightly, remembering the time when she had to take Justin to the hospital because the blonde boy showed up on her front stoop, hand covered in blood and pointing in an impossible direction because his wrist was mangled. She never got a good answer out of him about what happened. Debbie Novotny could tell the Sunshine was lying when he said that he fell down the stairs of his apartment building and managed to break his wrist. The slight shimmer in the boy's eyes over the doubtful look in her own, had told her that he had been on the verge of tears and had come close to telling her what really happened many times.
When he got out of the hospital and he was forced to work through the pain in his wrist and try to get it working again, Debbie turned her attention away from finding the culprit, to rehabilitating Justin.
"Fine…bring him tomorrow to see me at nine in the morning. I have another intern application before that, so I'll have something to compare him to." Debbie cries with excitement, leaning over the desk to plant a sloppy kiss on Brian's cheek.
"I'll bring Sunshine around then!" Debbie murmurs happily, collecting Justin's work so that she can take the portfolio he lent to her, back to him.
"Don't be late, or I won't even consider him." Brian threatens lightly, watching the red wigged woman swoop down to plant a kiss on her son's forehead and then nearly skip out of the room.
Michael goes to speak, but Brian beats him to it, "Don't you have a comic book store to run?" He dismisses, setting the man with a frosty glare.
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Justin nervously plays with a napkin, ripping it in pieces on the table as he surveys the diner. It's nearly three in the afternoon, a time when the diner caught a slow run, and Justin passed time by sitting in an empty booth and watching people eat. Thankfully, Debbie left him after the traffic had slowed down, and so he wasn't too busy rushing around to place orders.
However, butterflies had been fluttering around in his stomach since the crazy woman had left. Her departure bringing about the fear of failing, the fear that he wouldn't land this big break. Justin would be a fool not to realize the opportunity presented to him at the moment. Having Debbie know a CEO of a company was mind-boggling to the blonde, but when she requested a portfolio from him, he didn't hesitate.
Biting his lip, Justin runs out of napkin to shred, and gathers up the scraps to throw in the trash. He vacates the booth seat as he watches another group come in, and hurriedly discards the scraps of paper. Sighing lightly, the blonde runs a shaky hand through his messy blonde locks, and proceeds over to the table of new customers. Their conversation is loud, one of them dominating the volume with his chatter, but he seems friendly and Justin isn't perturbed.
"Hi, what would you guys like?" Justin murmurs, nervously chewing on his bottom lip.
"Drew, why haven't we seen him before?" A brunette with short, slightly gelled hair questions a buff guy sitting next to him. "Is he new?"
"Em, why don't you just ask him instead of pretending as if he's not standing right there." The buff guy replies, tossing an arm around the man's shoulders and playfully tugging at his ear.
Almost immediately, the man's attention is turned onto Justin, eagerly leaning closer. "So cutie, are you new here?"
"Uhm…no, I don't work during the night though, only during the day and I never start a shift before nine." Justin helpfully supplies the information, surmising as well, that he had never seen the curious group, well not that he can remember.
"Oh, well that explains it, we only really come in here for breakfast or right before we go to Babylon, and sometimes for lunch too, but we've never seen you before!" The man exclaims, doting over Justin as the others decided it was high time they order. Over the flamboyant man's questions and compliments, his company quickly ordered a cup of coffee for each and some lunch plate specials. Excusing himself as best he can, Justin scampers off, a blush rising to his cheeks at the mountain of compliments that had been thrown on him.
It wasn't like he didn't usually get complimented, in the Liberty Diner the common form of adoration came with an unplanned squeeze to his ass or cupping of his dick through his jeans; so a verbal form of the latter is highly welcomed to the flustered blonde.
"SUNSHINE!" Rings through the diner, causing more than a few heads to look towards the familiar red-wigged woman prancing through the door. "You'll never believe it! He decided to meet with you tomorrow morning for an interview, he thinks you've got the stuff sweetie!" Debbie nearly shouts, rushing over to rain kisses and hugs down on the nearly faint blonde.
"Oh my god…" Realization dawns slowly on him, happiness flooding through him with the thought of finally starting to raise adequate amounts of money for college. "Thank you so much Debbie, I really owe you!" He breathily thanks, needing to sit down with the news.
Debbie Novotny pats him on the back, delicately handing him his portfolio and seeking his eye contact. "Sunshine, this is it, your big break, you need to show him you really have the shit. As I said, he's going to eat you up and shit you out if you aren't careful. So, tomorrow morning be prepared to answer any questions with a witty response. He's tricky."
Justin nods lightly, not being able to find any more words of thanks left in his head. A huge wave of relief flushes over him, bringing with it a new set of determination to prove himself.
"What the fuck do you guys want?" Debbie addresses the table of men Justin had just talked to. A smile breaking out on her face when she walks over to ruffle the hair of the oldest looking of the group.
"We stole Teddy away from Kinnetic for a late lunch; Brian was in a really bad mood." The man with the gelled hair explains.
"Yeah, I know, I just talked to him about trying to get Sunshine a job there." Debbie takes a seat next to Theodore since he is the only one on that side of the booth.
"Who is this 'Sunshine' by the way?" Emmett asks slyly, his eyes darting over to the blonde unsuccessfully trying to pretend he isn't listening.
"Oh he's only the sweetest boy I've ever met, Sunshine get your cute bubble butt over here." Debbie calls, chuckling when Justin walks over shyly. "Boys, this is Justin, Justin, this is Ted, Emmett, and Drew." She points to each of them as she goes around the table. "If there's anything you really need to know about Liberty Avenue, they've probably fucked 'em."
"I'll have to keep that in mind." Justin replies politely, not really knowing what else there is to learn from Liberty Avenue, he had spent most of his time wandering around in the streets when he got kicked out, it practically raised him. Before he can turn to leave, Debbie wraps a warm hand around his wrist and tugs him down to sit next to her.
"Justin here, if probably going to be working for Brian soon." She states boldly, earning some skeptical looks from the surrounding company.
"Bri won't even think the kid's out of his diapers, let alone able enough to work in the art department…No offence Justin," Ted adds almost as an afterthought. Justin smiles awkwardly, understanding where Ted is coming from. Gathering the information that the blonde had heard on this Brian, made his wonder what kind of man he really is. No one had said anything definitive, and almost everything had been an insult of sorts, leaving Justin with a bad taste in his mouth.
"Hey, Deb it's still okay if I head off for now right? I promised I would help Daphne go couch shopping for her apartment." The woman nods lightly, ruffling the boy's hair before he leaves.
"Be careful Sunshine, oh and the interview with Brian is at nine, so I'll meet you out front of your apartment tomorrow at eight fifteen. We need to be a little early to spy on the competition." She jokes casually, dismissing the boy to go help his friend.
Only after Justin had exited the diner did Emmett cluck his tongue loudly, "well, well, well, what is Mr. Kinney going to think of that blonde bombshell? Even more important, how is Michael going to take it?" Drew rolls his eyes and distracts Emmett by asking Debbie if their food was ready yet.
Oh, I knowwwwwwww, more plot set up xD
Anyways, THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR ALL THE WONDERFUL REVIEWS, and I really hope you liked this chapter.
Sorry for it taking so long, I was re-doing my room. Put down hardwood and what not.
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-sunshineandsonnyboy
