It seems like yesterday
My world fell from the sky
It seems like yesterday
I didn't know how hard I could cry

Beautifully Broken - Ashlee Simpson

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Justin actually slept at his own home Sunday night much to Brian's dismay. Well, he did need to see his mother once in a while, especially since her husband and daughter just died. She was probably lonely as hell and, honestly, Justin felt guitly for leaving her alone for so long. The entire weekend alone and in mourning probably wasn't the best thing for Jennifer. So, he had finally come home to find his mother sitting on the sofa watching television and eating, what it looked like, a bunch of food that wasn't exactly good for you. She had been doing that lately. He strode over and sat down next to her, kissed her quickly on the cheek and she even acknowledged that he was here with a "Hey, sweetie." She didn't ask where he had been all weekend like she normally would before the deaths of the family and, for the first time that weekend, he felt...sad. It would have happened sometime.

"Hey, mom. How are you?"

"I'm ok."

Which is, of course, a lie. Justin only nodded, bit his bottom lip, and looked over at the TV screen wondering what to say. He glanced over at the clock. It was ten. He sighed.

"You should probably get to bed. It's late."

Jennifer smiled slightly at him.

"I'm a grown woman, Justin."

"I know. I'm going to bed, though."

"Goodnight."

"Love you, mom."

She didn't answer for a second and Justin figured that, after a few seconds, she wouldn't and, feeling slightly sick to his stomach at just the sight of his mom like this, turned around to go upstairs to his room. "I love you too, Justin." When he got up to his room he showered, put on a pair of sweat pants, set his alarm, turned off all the lights so it was almost completely dark except for the moonlight shining in through his window, and wrapped himself up with his sheets and comforter and, for the first time since the funeral, he cried. And he really wished Brian was there to comfort him.

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Justin woke up before his mother did and he was, just slightly, glad that he wouldn't have to see her this morning. He hadn't known seeing his mother like this would make him so upset. He hadn't really seen her when he got off work all last week because she had already been in bed when he had gotten home, which, he decided was his fault, really, because he had stayed at work so late. Sighing, Justin took a quick shower, got dressed in a pair of jeans and a red sweater and he headed out of the house as quickly as he could. He couldn't even stand to be inside the house anymore. He wasn't sure if it was because of the state of being his mother was in or if it was because the memories of Molly were still there and he knew they always would be. Maybe it was for both reasons. Either way, he suddenly felt very sick and claustrophobic inside and he was glad to get out.

And, soon, he would see Brian and Justin was sure that he would make everything better.

When Justin got to work the first place he headed wasn't his office but Brian's. He was about to open the door, fully expecting, at least, a nice make out session with his boss to get his mind off things that he didn't want to think about, when the door burst open quite forcefully by Michael, the guy who seemed to hate him more than anything else in the world. The black-haired man, Justin was pretty sure it was on accident, rammed right into him, which almost sent Justin to the ground, and caused Michael to come to a stop. He looked pretty angry. Justin smiled slightly and even offered him a 'hello' but the man just stormed off looking royally pissed off. Blowing out a long breath of air, Justin peeked inside Brian's spacious office.

Brian's back was to him with his hands leaning on his desk and muttering things that Justin couldn't here under his breath. Smiling slightly, Justin quietly slipped all the way into the room, made sure the door made no noise as it shut, and, once he was standing directly behind the brunet he wrapped his arms around the mans waist. At first Brian jumped, obviously not knowing that a certain blond had come into his office but then relaxed with a smile when Justin let his boss know who it was. Justin kept his arms around Brian's waist as the man turned around to face him and, when they were facing each other, Justin was quick to glue his lips to Brian's. When he needed air supply the blond pulled back, small smile on his face.

"Good morning, boss."

"I hope I'm greeted like this every morning."

"If you're lucky."

Brian smiled and gently pushed the blond away from him and walked around his desk and eased down into his chair. "So, sleep well without me, Sunshine?" Justin shrugged and slowly sat down in one of the chairs situated in front of Brian's desk like they were having an important meeting. "Not really." Brian looked slightly concerned but Justin could tell that he was trying not to. "Why? What's wrong?" Justin shrugged, not really feeling like pouring all his negative feelings out on Brian. Especially so early in the morning. Brian gave him "the look", which clearly said that Justin wasn't leaving this office until he said, at least, something. Justin shrugged again, sighing. "It's my mom. She isn't doing too good, I guess." Brian didn't say anything and Justin didn't really mind.

"She hasn't really been doing much since...you know."

Brian nodded.

"What about you?"

Justin looked up at the brunet, eyebrow raised and slightly confused. "What about me?"

"How've you been?"

"I've been perfectly fine. I have to get to work."

Without another word, Justin hurried out of the office not really keen on talking at the moment.

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