Part 6

Location: Going Home

Time: 5:50pm

Status: Hungry

His stomach was eating itself. Digging into his pockets, Justin fingered out his keys and opened the apartment door. He searched the living area for Daphne, before remembering she was spending the night at Joe's place. Heading straight for the kitchen, he dug around behind the pasta until he found Daphne's ultra super secret butter-cookie stash. That of course, everybody knew about. Grabbing a handful, Justin smashed them into his mouth and with one hand opened the fridge and pulled out the milk. Flicking of the lid, he brought it to his lips and gulped down half the carton. A sigh of pure, food consuming bliss left him and he put his milk back in the fridge. Daphne always had a separate carton because, unlike Justin, she believed in using cups.

He thought about the phone call. He had lasted well through out the day, keeping busy and not thinking about it. Now that he was home there was less to distract him. He was never very good at waiting. Tomorrow felt like years away and he was starting to get unhealthy ideas about calling Mr Treesap and demanding an answer now, before his brain implodes. Brain's imploding would be gross, accept you didn't get to see the grossness because it was locked inside your head. That gave him an idea for a song. Grabbing a bowel and filling it with cookies, he went to his room and locked the door. Nobody was home but at least this way there was one more barrier between him and the phone.

He groaned, when he noticed the pile of dishes surrounding his keyboard. It was by now stacked into tower like structures. Putting the cookies on his bed, he quickly did three runs of dishes to the kitchen sink. He'd put them in the dishwasher later. Before he could return to his room the phone rang. For an instant of stupidity, flashes of an impossible future came to life in his head. They'd decided he was so good, they couldn't wait to call another minute. They'd decided he was too terrible not to wait to call for another minute. Recovering from momentary insanity he reached for the phone, and hesitated. He quickly picked it up before he could change his mind and brought it to his ear.

"Mr Taylor."

This guy sounded like Barry White. Scary and at the same time sooooo sexy.

"Yes, who's this?"

"I'm Lou, Mr Sapensteins personal assistant."

Excitement! Possibility! Excitement! Hope! E..

"What can I do for you, Lou?"

It wasn't exactly slave labour. Lou had just made it subtly clear that if he didn't do it he could kiss any further DJ work in their club goodbye. It seemed all of Babylon's employees decided to kick it this month. They now needed GoGo Boys for charity events. Apparently the regulars where not happy about working charity gigs for free. Good will and helping out your fellow man was good only if you got paid, so they refused. Now the big wigs where fizzing out their brains finding ways to get replacements that they didn't have to pay. Enter Justin, everybody's favorite little worker bee. A bit of good news, if he did this the DJ job was his without question.

Hm.

Tough decision time.

"When do you want me?" I am a happy little worker bee.

Watch me buzz.

To be continued...