A/N: Okay, so apparantly, I accidentally posted a one-shot from another site that I had just read, rather than my new chapter.I know you poor things were confused. When the first person mentioned it not quite...flowing, I was like, what are they talking about? It totally makes sense! Then when the second person brought it up again, and mentioned fisting, I was like...what? Maybe I better check it out. Thanks everyone for being so nice about it, and hopefully this will make just a little more sense! :)

"Calm down, Brian. I'm sure he'll remember soon." Mikey said to a Brian who was storming around his room looking for clothes to wear to Babylon.

"And how exactly would you know this, Mikey? All they said was that they were 'fairly certain it was temporary'." Brian quoted mockingly. "All that means is they they're pretty sure that he'll remember at some point. And anyway, what the fuck do I care about some stupid twink?"

"Brian, Justin hasn't just been a twink for a while. We both know that."

"Whatever, Mikey, he was just a fuck. Stop trying to make this this deep thing when it's not. Fuck! I don't need this stupid fucking lesbian shit." with that, Brian walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him dismissingly.

"But you do need him, though."

"What-the fuck-ever Mikey."

"No, you do, your ego needs him. As long as someone as young and hot as him keeps coming back, that must mean you're young and hot too. Plus, you care about him." Mikey waited for a response, the silence a tangible presence, just when he was beginning to think he was just going to ignore him, he heard something crash on the other side of the door.

"I do not need anyone but me, and I am certainly not in love with some stupid little fucker who thinks the sun shines out my ass." Brian said each world carefully, like he was just barely keeping his shit together.

"I never said anything about love." Mikey said with a smug smile that Brian couldn't see. "I mean, everyone knows that The Great Brian Kinney-Butt Fucker Extraordinaire-doesn't have a heard and therefore isn't capable of such tedious, useless emotions like love. But you do care about him. Not only does his tight little ass make you hot to trot, you like him. You respect him for the was he's handled the situation with his dad. You admire his talent and the fact that he's not afraid to pursue it, even though he might fail. He's intelligent and you enjoy talking to him…when you let yourself. You like being around him because he makes you laugh…not an easy feat sometimes. He makes you wish you weren't such an asshole and you know he would probably be better off with someone else, but you keep letting him come back and you can't make yourself give him that extra push he really needs. Because he makes you feel like you're not so much of an asshole. From the beginning he's seen the good in you, and he wouldn't let you convince him it wasn't there. When everyone…even me…gave up on you and called you a dick at the party, he stayed and helped you clean up your mess. Brian Kinney has friends, and Brian Kinney has people he fucks. He's the closest thing you've ever had to both. No, it's not love, but it's the best you've got…something that might become love if you let it. What happens if he never remembers? What are the odds that anyone else is ever going to put up with your shit long enough to see past it?"

"Look, you little-" Brian said, throwing the door open and showing himself with bits of shaving cream on his face and trickles of blood flowing from a nick on his upper lip and left cheek.

"It'd be different if you had done it, right? Cuzz then you would have been the big bad Kinney, not needing anybody…sacrificing himself. But this, this isn't fair. You didn't get a choice."

"Is this my cue to break down in emotional tears and ask you to hold me? Is this where I tell you that you were always the only one you understood me, who could see past my mask? Is this where I tell you I'm scared and that I blame myself for not being there and that if he doesn't remember, he'll never know how I really feel? Well I got news for you Michael, that's not what I need. Do you know what I need?"

"What?" Mikey asked, rolling his eyes.

"A nice…long…hard…fuck. You up to it?"

"Oh, it's back to that, now, is it? Your little boy toy is unavailable, so it's back to teasing poor innocent little Mikey who's been in love with you since we were fourteen? Well, I've got a little news for you too, Bri, I was never really in love with you. Sure, for a long time I thought I was. But I was in love with the idea of you. I had you up on a pedestal that you couldn't fall off of. You could do now wrong in my eyes. That wasn't fair to either of us. You're not perfect, no one is, and it was unfair for me to expect you to be. David may be it for me, or he may not be, who knows? But he's showed me that the real thing is so much better. It's not as glamorous, but it's comforting, and it's solid, and it's dependable, and it's something you can build a life around. So if you were expecting to get me all flustered-as what? revenge for telling you what you needed to hear-by offering to fuck methen sorry do disappoint. Now, I've got to go, Ma's expecting me for dinner." With that, Mikey walked up to a silent Brian, gave him a gentle hug, and walked out the door.

"So, this is it." Justin said, walking through the front door of his house after his parents, Daphne right behind him. They had decided to see both of their houses for the first time together, see if either of them got a memory trigger. They were seeing Justin's first and then they were all going to Daphne's house for a celebratory dinner.

"Anything seem familiar?" Daphne asked.

"Nope, not really, well, other than the pictures of me." Justin joked.

Just as Daphne was opening her mouth to reply, they saw a little girl running torwards them. As she got close, Justin instinctively crouched down and opened his arms. He was almost knocked onto his but when she threw her considerable weight at him.

"Geez, Mollusk, you're getting fat."

"Hey, you remembered! And no I'm not! Don't you know you're not supposed to tease a lady about her weight! We're very sensitive." Molly said, flipping her short hair behind her shoulders. "You butthead!"

"My apologies m'lady, you are most certainly right, I am simply appalled at my behavior, I don't know what came over me." with this Justin bowed his head toward her and purposely hit her chin with his head.

"Ow! Well, I guess I can forgive you. Here, read you card!" Molly promptly removed a very obviously home made card from behind her back. "You're still a butthead, though."

"Of course I am." Justin looked down at the front of the card which had a big crayon-colored red heart with the words Welcome Home Jus in it. Justin opened the card to find a handwritten poem with many eraser marks on it inside. It read:

Welcome Home Jus,

We missed you like mad.

I'm sorry you got hurt,

By a man that was bad.

I know that right now,

Your head's feeling bare.

But though we seem like strangers,

Remember we all care.

So don't you start to worry,

Just you sit tight.

Cuzz soon I know,

That you'll be alright.

In no time you'll remember

Tons and tons of stuff.

You ask, how do I know?

Cuzz my big bro is just that tough!

Justin closed the card with a huge grin on his face.

"Sorry it's so messy, and it doesn't really flow, but I didn't want any help. I wanted to do it all on my own."

"It's absolutely perfect, Molly, I love it." Justin gave her a tight hug and put her down. "How about you show me and Daph your room and on the way I'll try to guess what color it is?"

"Okay!" saying this, Molly started towards the stairs.

"umm…pink?"

"No way, pink is for prissy girls!"

"Oh okay." Justin said, rolling his eyes behind her back at Daphne. "Black"

"Eww, black is depressing!" Molly exclaimed, not catching the joke.

"Oh, sorry, then how bout yellow?"

"Now, come on Justin. How would I sleep in a yellow room? The walls would, like, glow in the dark!"

"Okay, so you're not a prissy girl, but you're not depressed, but you don't like bright colors. That must mean…oh, I got it! Blue!" Justin exclaimed, sure he was right.

"Oh my gosh, Justin. Eeeeverybody knows that blue is for boys." Molly sighed. "You're not very good at this are you?" Molly asked with a sympathetic look.

A/N: Hope you liked it! Please give me feedback so I can be sure that everyone saw the right chapter and they're not walking about thinking I'm a complete baboon! :)