I DO NOT OWN THES CHARACTORS…. THEY BELONG TO SHOWTIME!! PLEASE DON'T SUE ME!!!!!!!!!!
Brian swore as he threw his fifty dollar monogrammed pen across the loft. " Fuckin piece of shit," he said. He flung open the drawer of the computer desk and began searching for another pen. But his efforts went un-rewarded and he was just about to slam the drawer shut when something caught his eye.
It was one of Justin's old sketchbooks.
It had been three years since he had left him for Ethan. Brian felt a small pang of sadness
in his heart as he flipped through the pages.
He still loved Justin…he always will.
He looked at the date at the bottom of one of the drawings. It was form the time right before the bashing. He flipped the pages, looking at all of the beautiful drawings Justin had done.
Some of them were of a baby Gus, some of the loft and some, the ones Brian liked the most, were of he and Justin together. They looked so happy. If only the Justin who drew these happy pictures all those years ago knew what their relationship was like now, it probably would have killed him.
Brian looked up at the clock and realized that he had been looking at that sketchbook for two hours.
He decided that he would call Justin to come pick it up.
He hadn't really seen Justin since he left. A hello at the diner, a how are you in passing at Woody's. That's pretty much it.
He dialed Justin's cell number and waited for him to pick up.
Justin: hello?
Brian: hi
Justin: oh…um…hi…Brian
Brian: um…yea…I found one of your old sketchbooks and I figured you would want it.
Justin: um…ok…
Brian: yea…if you wanna come over and pick it up I'll be here.
Justin: ok…I guess I'll be over in about a half an hour.
And with that the connection was gone. No goodbye, no see ya later, just click…and he was gone.
Brian looked out the window of the loft. It had started to snow pretty hard. He'll never come now… he thought.
Oh well…maybe we can try this again in another three years.
But he was wrong.
About an hour later there was a buzz from downstairs.
"Hey…its me," said Justin. Brian buzzed him up and soon he was face to face with Justin again.
"Hey," he said. " Hi," replied Justin.
Then there was that awkward silence. You know…the one where you both kinda stand there, staring at the floor, waiting for the other person to say something? Yea, that awkward silence.
"Um…Brian? The sketchbook?"
"Oh…yea…here it is," he said
"Thanks," replied Justin, " Well…I'd better go. It was nice to see you again Brian."
Justin turned around and walked out if the loft closing the worn metal door behind him.
Dammit…why didn't I stop him? Aww FUCK! , he thought.
Brian turned to go nurse his sorrow with his good friend Jim Beam and a joint when he heard a knock on the door.
He pulled back the door and found himself looking into a pair of piercing blue eyes.