Brian couldn't even take the sight of him. He hadn't seen him in a few
years. He moved away after high school with an Art Scholarship to New York.
That was five years ago. Now Justin was twenty-three years old and Brian
was pushing thirty-four years. Even now that doesn't matter to Brian. He
still wants him as much as he ever did. Justin sees Brian first and flashes
a bright smile at him. Brian can only stare back. Brian breaks away from
Justin's stare and heads off to the kitchen. Before Justin can get a chance
to say anything to him. Justin says his polite 'hellos' to everyone. As
Brian walks away, he hears Emmett squeal when he sees Justin. Complete
Emmett style.
Brian gets a glass of water and heads into the backyard. He sits by the swinging bench by a large tree in the Novotny yard. He sips his water and sets it on the grass. He thinks about all the good times that he had with Justin. Those were amazing times, he knew. Though, none of those things could happen again. The magic had been lost. Even if Justin happened to be single, it just couldn't happen. Just then, Justin walked out of the house and onto the back porch.
He lights a cigarette and stood alone for some time. Scanning the backyard. He spotted Brian on the bench. He flashes back to the day before he left for New York. They sat on that very bench five years ago. There were tears, lots of them. From both Brian and Justin. Brian was beginning to give into his feelings of love, when Justin told him that he was leaving for New York and he didn't know when he was coming back. Brian had always been the one to blow off Justin; Justin decided that he was through running away from Brian with tears in his eyes. Brian had stared at him blankly for long past ten minutes. Then he just gave Justin a sweet kiss and walked away crying. Half way through is walk away he began to run. He jumped into his jeep and peeled away from that house. Justin had sat in the backyard for hours, crying. The next morning, he dropped a letter into Brian's mailbox and left for the airport.
Justin got snapped out of his flashback when he saw a tear slide down Brian's cheek. Astonished, Justin walks over to Brian. He sits down next to Brian on the bench and they sit in silence. Justin continues to smoke his cigarette as Brian silently cries.
After some time, Brian stops crying. Justin looks over and offers him a cigarette.
"No thanks. I quit." Brian announces. Justin shrugs and lights up a new one and looks back over to Brian. Brian takes a double take and smiles at Justin.
"When did you start smoking?" Brian asked semi-seriously, but stifles a laugh at the end of the sentence.
"When did you stop?" Justin asks back. Without answering Brian's question. Brian looks over at Justin; his eyes hazel and glazed over.
"Two years ago. I don't want some stupid disease to kill me." Brian said with a hint of poetic irony in his voice. He looked away, but decided to make small talk.
"So...how is New York?" He asked with sadness. Justin only shrugged at first, but then decided to actually answer Brian's questions with words.
"Could be better." Justin said, exhaling smoke from his mouth. "I mean...it's lonely is all..."
"How so?" Brian asked with curiosity. Justin thought for some time. He loosened his black tie and breathed a deep sigh.
"Its just...gah! It's...people there aren't like you guys. I don't know anyone as crazy as Emmett or as pushy as Deb. I...I don't know anyone like you..." Justin complained. He took one long puff of his cigarette and then tossed it into the bushes. Brian watched him for sometime, watching his face change from frustrated to sad.
"I'm sorry, Sunshine." Brian said with kindness and affection in his voice. Justin looked over to Brian with a smile playing on his face.
"It's been years since I've heard that..." He said with an adorable smile. Brian smiled as well.
"It's been good to finally see you again, Brian." Justin said with sincerity. He meant it, and Brian could tell just by the tone in his voice.
"It is nice. Too bad it's under these circumstances..." Justin's face fell. He suddenly remembered again about Ben's death.
"Michael is taking it so hard." Justin stated simply. Not really addressing it to Brian, just saying it out of concern.
"He could be taking it worse. He was waiting for this day, he knew it was going to come." Brian said sadly.
"It's so horrible...dying with a disease like that. I couldn't even imagine..." Justin said, letting his words just fall from his mouth.
"I could..." Brian said with depression in his voice. Justin was already looking at him with question when Brian lifted his eyes to meet Justin. Justin's blue eyes staring into Brian's hazel. Justin had a feeling inside of him that told him what Brian meant. Justin suddenly understood. He couldn't believe himself, he didn't want to believe.
Brian gets a glass of water and heads into the backyard. He sits by the swinging bench by a large tree in the Novotny yard. He sips his water and sets it on the grass. He thinks about all the good times that he had with Justin. Those were amazing times, he knew. Though, none of those things could happen again. The magic had been lost. Even if Justin happened to be single, it just couldn't happen. Just then, Justin walked out of the house and onto the back porch.
He lights a cigarette and stood alone for some time. Scanning the backyard. He spotted Brian on the bench. He flashes back to the day before he left for New York. They sat on that very bench five years ago. There were tears, lots of them. From both Brian and Justin. Brian was beginning to give into his feelings of love, when Justin told him that he was leaving for New York and he didn't know when he was coming back. Brian had always been the one to blow off Justin; Justin decided that he was through running away from Brian with tears in his eyes. Brian had stared at him blankly for long past ten minutes. Then he just gave Justin a sweet kiss and walked away crying. Half way through is walk away he began to run. He jumped into his jeep and peeled away from that house. Justin had sat in the backyard for hours, crying. The next morning, he dropped a letter into Brian's mailbox and left for the airport.
Justin got snapped out of his flashback when he saw a tear slide down Brian's cheek. Astonished, Justin walks over to Brian. He sits down next to Brian on the bench and they sit in silence. Justin continues to smoke his cigarette as Brian silently cries.
After some time, Brian stops crying. Justin looks over and offers him a cigarette.
"No thanks. I quit." Brian announces. Justin shrugs and lights up a new one and looks back over to Brian. Brian takes a double take and smiles at Justin.
"When did you start smoking?" Brian asked semi-seriously, but stifles a laugh at the end of the sentence.
"When did you stop?" Justin asks back. Without answering Brian's question. Brian looks over at Justin; his eyes hazel and glazed over.
"Two years ago. I don't want some stupid disease to kill me." Brian said with a hint of poetic irony in his voice. He looked away, but decided to make small talk.
"So...how is New York?" He asked with sadness. Justin only shrugged at first, but then decided to actually answer Brian's questions with words.
"Could be better." Justin said, exhaling smoke from his mouth. "I mean...it's lonely is all..."
"How so?" Brian asked with curiosity. Justin thought for some time. He loosened his black tie and breathed a deep sigh.
"Its just...gah! It's...people there aren't like you guys. I don't know anyone as crazy as Emmett or as pushy as Deb. I...I don't know anyone like you..." Justin complained. He took one long puff of his cigarette and then tossed it into the bushes. Brian watched him for sometime, watching his face change from frustrated to sad.
"I'm sorry, Sunshine." Brian said with kindness and affection in his voice. Justin looked over to Brian with a smile playing on his face.
"It's been years since I've heard that..." He said with an adorable smile. Brian smiled as well.
"It's been good to finally see you again, Brian." Justin said with sincerity. He meant it, and Brian could tell just by the tone in his voice.
"It is nice. Too bad it's under these circumstances..." Justin's face fell. He suddenly remembered again about Ben's death.
"Michael is taking it so hard." Justin stated simply. Not really addressing it to Brian, just saying it out of concern.
"He could be taking it worse. He was waiting for this day, he knew it was going to come." Brian said sadly.
"It's so horrible...dying with a disease like that. I couldn't even imagine..." Justin said, letting his words just fall from his mouth.
"I could..." Brian said with depression in his voice. Justin was already looking at him with question when Brian lifted his eyes to meet Justin. Justin's blue eyes staring into Brian's hazel. Justin had a feeling inside of him that told him what Brian meant. Justin suddenly understood. He couldn't believe himself, he didn't want to believe.