Hear me
Take me
Mold me
Break me, oh God
Just fill all of me
As i fall Into you
Fall Into You - Evanescence

Justin was slightly disappointed when he was only greeted with Cynthia's warm smile and not Brian's too. Ok, more then just slightly disappointed. More like…hugely disappointed. He kept his own smile on his face though and acted as if he didn't care that Brian wasn't there and that Cynthia was going to be the one who showed him the ropes. Cynthia was nice and everything but she just wasn't Brian. Cynthia must've known what Justin was thinking since the first thing she told him after saying 'hi' was, "Brian's out of town. He should be back in about three days." Justin had only nodded. He acted like he didn't care but…

Fuck! Three days?

Damn.

So, after "learning the ropes" Justin would walk into 'Taylor Ad Agency' - What a fucking lame name. Hopefully Brian would change it soon. – The next three mornings waiting in anticipation for the infamous Brian Kinney to show up. He didn't though. Fucker. So, on the fourth morning Justin hadn't really expected him to show up. After all, Brian now owned the agency and was probably really busy and was forced to stay out of town longer then he had thought. So, Justin didn't let his hopes get up and for good reason. Brian wasn't there this morning either. The fourth day that Justin was thoroughly disappointed.

But, like always, he kept a smile on his face and diligently worked. He didn't really have too much to do since Brian was gone and Cynthia wasn't piling too much on his plate. The only thing he had done so far was make an ad for some shoe business. Like Justin really paid attention to names. He was just here to do art and maybe, someday, get a glimpse of his hot boss. After setting the shoe ad aside, Justin began to paint things to hang in his little space that Cynthia and Brian had given him to do all his work. It was bland. Ugly. And needed something. Justin decided that he would make it workable.

Hours passed and passed, no sight of Cynthia since this morning.

He was surprised she hadn't stopped by to pick up the shoe ad yet. Oh well, he would just have to give it to her before he left. Yawning, he looked down at his watch. Fuck. He had stayed later then he was supposed to. Again. He was supposed to be meeting Daphne at her house too. Like, an hour ago. She was going to fucking kill him for being this late. Muttering a string of curses under his breath, Justin quickly put away all his shit and grabbed the ad to give to Cynthia. She always stayed late so she should still be here. Somewhere. It wasn't like the building was small or something. It was huge.

Yawning again, God it was only eleven, Justin stepped out of his office and locked the door. Thank God Cynthia was walking down the hall. Justin hadn't been too keen on the idea of having to search endlessly through the dark halls for her. He just wanted to get out. "Justin! What are you still doing here? You were supposed to be out of here three hours ago!" Justin grinned at her and shrugged. "What are you still doing here? Don't you have a life outside of the office?" The blonde women shook her head with a smile and a loud dramatic sigh. "Now that you ask, no, I don't. The office is my life." Justin nodded and held out the shoe ad in her direction.

"Here. I'd stay and talk but I have to go. I was supposed to meet Daphne an hour ago. She's gonna kill me if I don't get there soon."

Cynthia took the work out of his hand and looked down at it for a few seconds. Justin stood there, shifting on his feet. He was suddenly nervous. Would she like it? Would she show Brian and would he like it? Was it good enough? Shit, was the color right? Was the – Cynthia broke into his thoughts with a wide smile. "Justin! This is great! You're great. I'm sure Brian will love this! Good thing we found you." Justin broke out a smile and felt his cheeks heat up slightly. He loved getting compliments but she was doting him with it, which he didn't mind but he was slightly modest about things sometimes. "You mean, good thing my father died? You wouldn't have found me if it wasn't for him."

She didn't know what to say.

He could tell by the look on her face.

"Thanks, Cynthia."

She smiled all over again, momentarily forgetting his comment.

"No, thank you, Justin. This is…perfect! I can't wait to show Brian."

"You don't have to wait any longer."

Justin nearly jumped out of his skin. Not only was it dark in here since Cynthia had turned out all the lights while getting ready to leave but Brian had also been very quiet in getting here. Justin looked up from Cynthia's face and over her shoulder where Brian was walking down the hall. He looked extremely tired. But hot. Justin didn't think that Brian could never look hot. That was impossible. Cynthia spun around and then, when he reached them, flung her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. "It's about time you got back, boss. You must see Justin's work." Oh. God.

Justin suddenly wished he had at least dressed right. He hadn't expected to see Brian today so he didn't exactly go out of his way to dress nicely. Cynthia didn't really give a shit about what he wore and, since he was painting twenty-four seven in his office there was no way he was going to wear an uncomfortable suit. Instead he was wearing a large red sweater over a white tee shirt. The sleeves of the sweater came up over his hands. It wasn't his fault though. He just had a thing for clothing that was slightly too big. He also wore a pair of ratty old faded jeans. To make his appearance even more…embarrassing, there were paint stains on his fingers and, if he had to guess, in his hair. He always managed to get it everywhere.

Now his work was under Brian's scrutiny.

And Brian was the boss. His opinion mattered most.

"Fabulous. Great work. Finally, someone with talent."

Cynthia beamed at the blond and gave him a look that said 'I told you so' and Justin only stood there, cheeks turning pink all over again, with an embarrassed smile on his face. "Thanks…" He only shrugged and handed the folder back to Cynthia who hurried away to put it wherever she put important items. Justin stood there with Brian awkwardly. God, he had been waiting for days to see Brian and now he couldn't even talk to the man. The brunet smiled at him and began walking. Justin fell instep besides him, the two walking next to each other but saying nothing. Justin searched his mind for something half-intelligent to say.

"So…you just got back tonight?'

Well – DUH. Fucking retard. Brian smiled over at him.

"Yeah. I thought I'd get back earlier…"

"Oh."

Oh. Oh? What the hell was wrong with his fucking mouth? Justin didn't say anything else until they came to the front doors where the words 'Taylor Ad Agency' glared at him backwards on the glass panels of the front doors. Justin frowned. "When are you gonna change that?" Brian looked over at him. "Change what?" Justin raised an eyebrow. "Do you plan on owning 'Taylor Ad Agency' your entire life? You should really change the name. Especially since this one sounds fucking stupid." Brian grinned, chuckling and nodding in agreement. Justin smiled slightly. He wasn't sure if Brian was laughing at him or at what he had said. Justin just couldn't think around his boss.

Brian shook his head.

"I've been too busy to think about it, but you obviously haven't."

Justin blushed slightly and shrugged.

"I've always hated the name…"

"Well, have any ideas, Mr. Taylor? I'm open to any and all suggestions."

The two men stopped right outside the building, Justin deciding on whether or not to add his two cents or not. Of course he had a name that had just randomly popped up into his mind one day but…he wasn't all gung ho about sharing it either. Brian smiled at him. "I take that as a yes. Tell me." Justin shook his head, his hand coming up to twirl his hair around his finger. One of his many nervous habits that he had acquired when his hair had grown longer. "…I don't know…" Brian reached out and pushed him lightly on the shoulder in a friendly gesture. "C'mon. If it's stupid I promise not to laugh and to forget all about it." Justin smiled, rolling his eyes, and shrugged. "Gee, thanks. That makes me feel loads better and you wouldn't forget about it. You'd probably make fun of me for it every chance you got."

The brunet smirked and nodded.

"Yeah, but only in private."

He obviously didn't mean that they would be anywhere private together. Just that Brian wouldn't make fun of him where other ears could here. Still, Justin's cheeks turned even pinker. God, he was such a girl sometimes. Justin sighed. "Ok, do you promise to not laugh at me if it sucks?" Brian wiped his smirk away and looked like all seriousness in about five seconds flat. Justin was slightly impressed and offered a small smile. "Alright – Now, remember, don't laugh. You promised even though you didn't say it out loud." Justin paused. God, this would be so embarrassing if it turned out that Brian didn't like it. Brian waited patiently, serious look still on his face. Justin quickly wondered what he was thinking.

"Ok…I was thinking…Kinnetic. You know…with two 'N's."

Suddenly Brian smiled and Justin glared at him.

"You promised you wouldn't laugh."

Brian shook his head.

"I'm not laughing. I'm smiling and I like it."

Justin raised an eyebrow.

"Liar."

"What makes you think I'm lying?"

"You're smiling."

The brunet chuckled.

"Yeah, newsflash: I smile when I like something."

Justin gave him an unsure look still trying to decide if Brian was telling the truth or not. Brian laughed again, rolling his eyes. "Fine, don't believe me. But, really. I do like it. Now get your insecure ass home. You were supposed to be gone by now." Justin frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. "I am not insecure." Even though he knew he was but that was beside the point. Brian crossed his own arms over his chest and smirked. "Yeah, you're stubborn too." Justin shook his head still frowning.

"I'm definitely not stubborn."

"Yes, you are."

"I am not."

"Are too."

"Am not!"

Yeah, ok, he was stubborn but oh well. Brian smiled and cocked his head to the side.

"Ok, if you're not stubborn then you'll go with me somewhere tomorrow night."

Justin opened his mouth to protest that he wasn't stubborn again when his brain finally registered just what it was that Brian had said. Then he just stood there, mouth slightly open and looking like a complete idiot. Justin quickly shut his mouth and his frown disappeared. A shocked look replaced the frown. "Where?" Brian offered him that smirk again.

"Does it matter?"

"…No…"

"Well?"

What was wrong with him? Of course he would! Justin smiled slightly.

"I'm not stubborn."

"I'm glad to hear that."

Justin just smiled and he was suddenly aware that his cheeks were burning up. What the fucking hell was wrong with him? He hadn't blushed this much since…ever. Brian chuckled at his silence and took a few steps away from the blushing blond. "Now you can get your insecure and un-stubborn ass home and get some sleep. Cynthia tells me you've been staying late every night this week." Justin shrugged. "I…I lose track of time sometimes." Brian smirked. "Obviously. I'll see you tomorrow." Justin only nodded, watched as Brian spun around, and watched as Brian's form disappeared behind the building. As soon as he was out of sight Justin hurried over to his own vehicle and sped home. He had forgotten all about Daphne's.

"He asked you out!"

"Yeah! I feel like such an idiot though, Daph."

Daphne laughed on the other end of the phone. Justin rolled his eyes as he made himself comfortable on his bed. She always laughed at him. Hey, what were best-friends for? "Well, he obviously doesn't think you're an idiot…I mean…he asked you out!" Justin smiled and agreed with her in his head. She was right. He couldn't think he was too much of an idiot if he had asked him out. Daphne sighed on the other side. "God, Jus, you are so lucky." Justin nodded in agreement although she couldn't see it. "I know. He's the hottest thing to ever walk the earth."

"You got that right."

"You asked him out!"

Brian looked over at Michael. His best-friend and, for as long as Brian had known him, the guy that had had a crush on him forever. Unrequited of course. The brunet nodded, leaning against the bar at 'Woody's'. "Yes, Mikey, that's what I said." Michael shook his head. He looked like he was in shock. Brian rolled his eyes and paid attention to Emmett and Ted who were playing pool. Well, trying. They weren't the best at the game and Brian was having a good time watching them try to do it. Michael shook his head again.

"Since when do you go on dates?"

Brian didn't have time to answer before:

"Since when do you like someone?"

Brian groaned, set his beer down on the surface of the bar, and glared over at the other man.

"Will you shut up? For your information, he's really hot and,"

"So, you didn't have to ask him out. You could've just fucked him. What's wrong with you? You've been different for the last few weeks and it's freaking me out."

Brian rolled his eyes again.

"Why do you care? I asked him out. Big deal."

"It is a big deal."

"Yeah, well, you'll get over it. Just like you should get over me."

Brian watched as Michael stalked off, glare on his face and cheeks slightly red. Brian shook his head. Why had he asked the blond out? Brian didn't know. All he knew was what was done was done and, after he had seen the look on Justin's face when he had asked him…he hadn't regretted it at all. Sure, it might not be the smartest thing to go out with an employee. They might get…distracted at work but, hey, he was the boss and he could do whatever the fuck he wanted. Emmett bounded over, pool stick in hand.

"What's wrong with Michael?"

"Jealous."

Emmett grinned.

"Aw - Do tell."

"Just mad 'cause I got myself a date."

Emmett raised an eyebrow, leather clad hip resting against the bar.

"Definitely tell."