A/N: This one won't be to long, it's more of a filler chapter than anything. The next chapter will be better though, never fear! Sorry for the wait, I've been having computer problems. My keyboard on the good computer is broken. :( FYI: I'm winging it on the college stuff.

"As you leave me please would you close the door

and don't forget what I told ya.

Just 'cause you're right - that don't mean I'm wrong

Another shoulder to cry upon."

'God I hate this station,' Justin thought as he fiddled with his radio. He was too far out of

Pittsburgh to pick up any of his stations, and finding one was proving hard to do. He had been

driving for roughly two hours, and he had about an hour and a half to go. This didn't count food

stops, which a "growing boy" such as Justin needed.

Justin was feeling mixed feelings about going to Dartmouth. On one hand, he was excited about

going: he was going to college in a new place, away from everyone he had known in Pittsburgh. He

was starting fresh. On the other hand, he was nervous, he was going to college in a new place,

away from everyone he had known in Pittsburgh. The most predominant feeling was amazement, though. He was really doing this. And it didn't feel as bad as he had thought it would. He had thought that leaving his friends, family, and his life would have been the hardest thing he had ever done. But it wasn't. Not even close.

It felt... kinda good actually. Justin decided he could get used to this whole 'being independent' thing. When his bladder made itself known, he pulled into a rest stop to relieve himself. Of course, he had to check out the vending machines, and maybe he got a few candy bars and chips. And half an hour later, he just had to stop at a Burger King he saw to stop the monster that lurked inside his stomach. Maybe this would take a little longer than he had originally thought.

Brian was restless. To be honest, he was always restless these days. He hardly got any sleep, always waking up and thinking Justin were there, only to find that he wasn't. He had gotten used to sharing his bed with the blonde, and now that he wasn't there anymore, Brian found it hard to sleep.

Of course everyone had noticed the dark shadows under his eyes marring his usually flawless skin, and of course the only three people with enough balls to say anything about it were Michael, Cynthia, and Debbie, who said it a tad louder than need be.

"Christ Brian, ever heard of sleep? You looking the walking dead! Just how many guys did you fuck last night!" Ah Deb, ever the subtle one. Brian just sat down next to Michael and didn't comment on what she had said. "Can I just get a coffee, Deb?" he asked her, sounding a little more tired than he would have liked. "Sure thing, kiddo."

As Deb went back to grab the coffee pot, Michael decided it was as good as a time as ever to bombard Brian with questions. "Shit Brian, why aren't you sleeping? Are you okay? Did you get sick? Did you stay up tricking all night? You look like shit!" Brian sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. Here we go. "Mikey, geeze, slow down. I'm just fine, I'm not sick, and I didn't trick last night. I just stayed up late working. Jesus. What's with the third degree?"

"Sorry, Brian, I'm just worried about you. I didn't mean to upset you." Brian smiled. "I know, Mikey." He took a sip of the coffee Deb had just poured, not even really noticing the temperature. 'I wonder what Justin is doing right now. Heh, either still driving or stuffing his face at some fast food joint. I wish I had his metabolism. Shit. Why am I constantly thinking about him? I need help...' By the time he was pulled out of his thoughts, Ted and Emmett had joined him and Michael at their booth. Deb came over when she was done with the table she had been waiting and sat down next to Brian. "Shit, without Sunshine things have hectic around here. We've been looking for a new busboy, but so far it's been a no-go. Speaking of Sunshine, does anyone have his cell number? I wanted to call him to make sure he's alright, but I forgot to have him write it down and I can never remember numbers."

Brian pulled out his cell without thinking, flipped to Justin's number, and handed it to Deb. She smiled at him and stood up, walking behind the counter to call Justin. Everyone still at the table looked at Brian in shock. Michael was the first to recover. "You still have that little shit's phone number? I would have thought you would have deleted it the minute he walked out on you." Brian gritted his teeth. Emmett was the next to add his two cents. "Yeah, that's so unlike you, Brian. It's even a wonder that you had his number in the first place." Then came Ted. "Ah, is Brian still pining after his true love? How cute."

Brian couldn't take it anymore. He stood up and walked out without a word to his so-called friends. They of all people should've understood his feelings for Justin, Michael especially. He wouldn't have kept the kid around if he didn't mean something. He wouldn't have given a damn. And Michael had seen that night, after Justin had been bashed. He had cried for fucks sake! He wouldn't have waited around to find out if he lived or died if he didn't ... care about Justin.

No regrets.

He shook his head and walked to car before anyone followed him out. Then he went to work.

Justin finally pulled up to Dartmouth 45 minutes after he had estimated. All those food stops had put a damper on his time frame. Just as he was about to get out of the car, his phone shrilled in his pocket. He looked at the display and frowned. It said Brian. Shrugging, he answered it. "Hello?" he asked. "Sunshine!" came Debbie's equally shrill voice. He inwardly cringed. "Hey Deb, I just pulled up to the school. I was gonna call as soon as I got to my dorm... yes, I'm fine... Well, I stopped a few more times than I had planned... yes, of course I'll call tomorrow... I'm going to call her when I get to my dorm... of course... Deb, I only left this morning... okay, okay. I miss you too... yes, Debbie... I love you too... okay, bye... yes, goodbye now... Deb! I have to go. Bye." He hung up the phone before she could say anymore. He felt kind of bad hanging up on her like that, but if he hadn't, she would never have hung up. Ever.

He locked up his car and walked up to the admissions office. He had to sign in, get his schedule, his book list, and his dorm assignment. He hoped that his room-mate wasn't dirty or homophobic. That might prove to be a problem. He took a deep breath, and walked into the rest of his life.

Half an hour later, he walked out with everything he needed. He looked back down at the map they had given him and got back in his car to drive to his new home, at least until he had enough money to get his own place. No way was he staying in a dorm the whole time he was going to Dartmouth. No way in hell.

He pulled up to the student parking lot and put up his parking permit. He decided to wait to get his stuff until he found his room. No sense in dragging his stuff around needlessly. He trudged up the seemingly hundreds of flights of stairs (he hoped there was an elevator somewhere) and finally reached his floor. He walked down the hall staring at every door until he found the one that had a 44D on it. He knocked first and then used his key to let himself in. At first it looked empty, but then he saw the boy sitting on one of the beds. "You must be my room-mate." he said. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Rick, and that's with a 'k', not a 'y', so don't call me Ricky. I'm a fag, so I hope that's not a problem." He held out his hand. "I'm Justin," he said. "And I hope that wouldn't be a problem seeing as I'm also a queer." Rick smiled and they shook hands. This just keeps getting better.

Brian was starting to rue the day he made Cynthia his assistant. She wouldn't stop bugging him about his tiredness, his inability to concentrate, and Justin. That was what he hated most. She kept bringing him up, and Brian was trying to concentrate.

Thinking about Justin wouldn't do him any good. Justin was gone, onto newer and better things. And he probably wasn't coming back. No good in clinging to the past. It would get him nowhere.

He opened his drawer and looked at the pictures he kept there. One was a picture that Justin had drawn of Brian, and the other was a picture of Justin that he had snatched one day when Justin hadn't been looking. It wasn't like him, but he didn't care.

He turned the picture over and got back to work.

It's time to move on, Kinney. Remember, no regrets.