The Camp for Troubled Teens

Chapter 21: Moving and Meeting part 2

8:30 am

The next morning, Justin woke up and had that nauseous feeling. He ran to the bathroom. Brian heard him and he got up and went into the bathroom. He hated seeing Justin sick. He went over and kneeled next to him, rubbing Justin's back. When Justin stopped puking, he sat there, eyes drooping, but trying to stay awake. "Go to sleep," Brian said, as he wiped some vomit off Justin's chin with toilet paper.

"But we have to get going," Justin croaked, weakly.

"It's fine. Just go to sleep." Brian picked him up and carried him to the bed. Justin fell asleep once Brian picked him up off the floor.

Brian changed his clothes, packed away his pajamas (which were really just sweatpants) and put the backs in the car. He pulled the car to the front of the hotel, and took a wheelchair up to their room. He picked up Justin and set him the wheelchair, letting his head droop to the side, resting on his shoulder. Brian put Justin's jacket on Justin and covered him with a blanket he brought up from the car. He wheeled Justin down to the car. He opened the passenger side door, picked up Justin, and set him in the seat. Brian reclined the seat back. Justin stirred a little but didn't wake up. Brian got in the car and started driving.

A couple hours later, Brian stopped in front of a DMV. Justin was still sleeping, but he woke him up. "Justin. Wake up." He gently shook Justin to get him to wake up. "Come on Justin, get up." Justin stirred and grumbled something, which Brian didn't understand. "Wake up." Justin opened his eyes slowly. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine. I'm hungry though."

"That is why I got some food before coming here."

"Where is here exactly?"
"The DMV so you can get your permit. But first, you need to eat." Justin sat the seat up, after Brian told him how. Brian went to the back seat and grabbed a plastic bag.

"Something smells good," Justin commented. Brian pulled out a tin with spaghetti and meatballs in it.

"It's spaghetti and meatballs. I didn't know if you wanted it or not."

"It's smells really good." Brian grabbed a couple of the napkins and put it under the tin and put it on Justin's lap.

"The bottom of it is really hot so be careful."

"I'm always careful. Well, maybe not always." Justin looked down at his stomach and placed his hand over it and smiled. He then looked up at Brian, still smiling. Brian couldn't help but smile back. Brian handed him a fork.

"Eat." Brian closed the passenger side door then got in the driver's side. He also had spaghetti and meatballs.

After they were done eating, Brian put the trash in the plastic bag and threw it away in a near trash can. Brian opened the door for Justin. Justin got out of the car. "So are you ready to get your permit?" Brian asked as he put his arm around Justin's waist.

"Yes, but I'm nervous."

"Don't worry. You're gonna do fine."

It was about 2 hours later when they left the DMV. Justin was glowing with happiness as he carried his permit with him. Brian had his arm around Justin's waist, smiling at how happy Justin was. "Do you want to drive?" Brian asked. Justin stopped in his tracks and stopped smiling. "What's wrong? Don't you want to drive?"

"Of course I do. But what if I crash?"

"I'm talking on the road, but in an empty parking lot."

"To be honest, my parents took me out driving once a week for a little while but stopped when all this shit started happening."

"Do you want to drive on the road?"

"Yes and now. I want to but I'm scared I'll crash and it's been awhile since I drove on the road."

"How about we go to an empty parking lot or something and you can practice. And when you feel comfortable enough, you can drive on the road."

"Okay, I guess." They got in the car and Brian drove for a little bit until he found this big empty space for Justin to drive around in. They switched places.

It was half an hour later when Justin was pulling out of the big empty space and onto the road. Since Brian wanted to stop somewhere, he was telling Justin where to go, where to turn, and when to turn on the turn signals. "You did great. Practice for an hour everyday and you'll be ready for that driver's license." Justin smiled his full sunshine smile.

"Really? You really think so?"

"Yes. Do you?"

"A little."

"Only a little?"

"Yeah."

"Well, come on."

"Why?"

"Just get out of the car." Brian got out of the car and so did Justin, after he turned the car off. They walked into a building and were surrounded by phones.

"Brian, what are we doing here?"

"What's it look like? Getting cell phones."

"I can't afford a pho- -"

"I'm paying for it."

"I can't let you do that."

"You can and you will."

"I got the money. The camp was paying me to be there. I also had a job which I worked sometimes." Justin sighed.

"Fine."

An hour later, they both had cell phones in their hand. Brian being satisfied and Justin feeling guilty. As they got in the car, Justin in the driver's side, he put his phone back in the box. "What's wrong?" Brian asked as he got in the car.

"I can't let you do this. It feels...wrong, I guess."

"Ahh, I see. You feel guilty about me buying you a phone. I wanted to buy you a phone. Okay? Don't feel guilty."

"Okay. Do you have any more surprises?"

"Nope. Just head to Pittsburgh."

"I don't know the way to Pittsburgh."

"I have a map in the car." Brian opened the glove box and pulled out a map. They followed the map for about 5 hours until they decided to stretch their legs. "You're getting better at driving. You still need practice though." Brian said.

"Yeah, I know I need practice." They were at a park. They got out of the car and walked to where a path was. They walked along for a little bit. They sat on a bench after a little bit. "What am I gonna do about school?"

"We can look online and see what schools are in Pittsburgh and decide what's best and where you feel comfortable." They talked for awhile and then decided to eat at the park then continue driving. Justin drove for a couple more hours. They were at a red light when Brian asked, "Pull over and I'll drive for awhile."

"I'm fine. I want to keep driving. I need to practice."

"Justin, you look exhausted, and you're getting better and better. So just pull over and I'll drive."

"Really, I'm fine."

"Justin," Brian said in that 'you better listen to me' voice. Justin sighed and pulled over. They switched places and Brian started to drive. It was a couple minutes and Justin fell asleep. Brian smirked. He knew Justin was exhausted. There was only two more hours until they could finally see the family.

A/N: Okay, I PROMISE the next part, they will get to see the family. Some parts, I didn't know how to word it right so I hope its okay.

A/N 2: I'm not sure if I should continue with this during the rest of Justin's pregnancy and after that or make it a sequel. Let me know and if you want a sequel, please give me some titles for the sequel. HUGE THANKS :)