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Chapter 4
Fear enter Andrew's being, nearly suffocating him, and the familiar guilt surges through him. Standing opposite him seems to be his better half. Physically they are similar, yet he notes the absolute adoration that shines clearly in Marc's eyes for Justin while he hides his true feelings. A primal need to protect what is his takes root in his mind. The pressure on his lower back calms him enough for him to think rationally. "Hi," Marc states sounding sweet and innocent with his slight southern accent. "Hey," he replies and he feels Marc's eyes wandering over Justin and himself. "The number is still the same Justin. Give mea call sometime and maybe we can hang out. We had fun at that club in New York, perhaps we'll find one around here," Marc says laying a hand on Justin's arm and possessively Andrew grips Justin's hand. "Maybe, I heard about a club about an hour away that sounds pretty cool," the blond states and Marc's eyes flood with hope before they register that the offer is hollow.
"He seems nice," he forces himself to say as they sit down to eat at a Cajun food place. "He is," Justin agrees easily and he fights off the urge to ask Justin why they really broke up. "I already told you that he and I don't work together so stop being so jealous," Justin states, annoyance lacing his tone, and he glares at him arguing, "I'm not jealous of that wimp." The quick roll of blues along with the slamming of the cup tells him that he's made Justin made. "You are definitely jealous," Justin states standing up and walking away leaving him sitting there shocked. "Alright, damn it, I'll admit that I'm a tiny bit jealous," he says heatedly before pressing his lips desperately against Justin's and he relaxes when the blonde's hands rest lightly upon his waist. "You deserve someone like him," Andrew admits and Justin states firmly, "I don't want him or anyone like him."
Needfully he tugs Justin closer remembering vividly the feel of his golden body pressed tightly against him. Closing his hazels, Andrew moans into the kiss and he clutches Justin's shoulders. "Have I told you how much I've missed you," he asks and Justin nods looking down at him with lustful eyes. "I owe you a real date still, don't I?" Laughing Justin leans against the door to the rink and says, "You owe me more than just one date and they better be creative or at least fun." Quickly he kisses Justin and says, "Fine, but I'll warn you I'm not that good at this stuff." Just seeing Justin's blues brighten with happiness makes him feel better and Andrew says softly, "I guess I'll see you later."
Chuckong Justin leans towards him and kisses his cheek before saying, "I'll pick you up at the enterance, and I'll put you to work." Watching Justin walk away makes Andrew crave him even more. "He's a hottie," someone says and he turns to see his boss standing near the door. Nodding he gets back to work and smiles at the idea of working in the bedroom.
The apartment is cozy and the perfect size for a couple. Justin's eyes absorb the beige walls, rose-colored carpet, and tan couch. At least there's a stove, he thinks feeling bad for Andrew and he contemplates asking the teen to move in with him. "Not yet," he tells himself and he lets the movers in telling them just to leave all the boxers except the bedding one in the living room. They set up the bed and the eldest man says, "Just sign here." Quickly he scrawls out his signature. "Have a nice day." "You too," Justin responds before sitting down and opening the first box. Surprisingly it's photos. He can almost hear Jason say, "Babe, you're too hot not to show yourself off. Come on; take a few pics for me. Honey, no one will ever see them but me. Just take those sexy clothes off slowly. That's a good boy."
There are pictures that Justin doesn't remember taking or even having. Sadly he picks up the framed photo of Marc and him, his eyes following the curve of Marc's truly happy smile. Why couldn't I love you? You loved me so much and never failed to let me know everyday. You would have been perfect if I had been able to love you. When he had broken it off with Marc, there had been no yelling or fighting. They had just talked. "All I ever wanted was for you to be happy. I thought that maybe I could make you happy by loving you with my entire heart, but I was wrong. You left your happiness behind with your past and whoever kept your heart back there was a fool to give you up. I don't regret our brief relationship at all. I'll miss you, Justin," Marc had said to him before he had left and he had had to fight off the urge to stay just so Marc wouldn't cry. "You'll be unhappy if you stay and I will not allow that," Marc said and he walked away hoping to find this happiness that Marc believed he deserved.
Memories come dancing back as he pulls out a photo album titled Me and My Darlings. Various photos of Marianne, Angelina, and him parade across bright construction paper. As always, Marianne stands out with her flaming red curls and eyes the color of bewitching emerald. Beautiful even in sweats is Angelina. Highlighted, straight blond hair and baby blue eyes, she was the calm to Marianne's storm. The greatest person until someone got her beyond mad then she blew up even worse than Marianne. Guess the calm before the storm is just a warning about the worse is yet to come. He had almost forgotten how pretty they were without makeup since lately they had to be all dolled up for shoots and interviews. "She's my soul mate," Marianne had told him as she worshipped the blond girl from across the room and skeptically he asked, "Really? I didn't think those existed anymore." His bitterness in his own relationship had made him cold that night, yet Marianne had smiled brightly and said, "We've been together for over a year, sweetheart. Now, come along and meet Marc."
A photo on the bottom of the box captures his attention and he picks it up. "When was this taken?" He studies the photo of himself asleep with Andrew curled up against him. Recalling the night as one of the only times that Andrew had actually stayed over, he smiles before turning it over.
Hey Justin, sorry but I couldn't help myself. You two looked so cute together. –Love ya lots, Cindy.
Cindy is his cousin from New York and she had probably hidden the photo in one of his albums when she last visited. She's one of the few people in his family that does not mind his sexuality. Glancing at his watch, he curses and grabs his keys.
When Justin pulls up at the entrance, Andrew is visibly angry and Marc looks hurt. He hops out and waves at Marc saying "See ya later." Possessively Andrew grips Justin's hand and tugs him to the trunk. "What is your problem," he demands as Andrew glares out the window and the teen looks over at him with doubt darkening his eyes. "Justin, why do you want me? He's perfect for you," Andrew inquires and Justin frowns realizing that this is still about the younger teen's jealousy. "Because you stand up for yourself, you don't take crap from anyone, you're sweet when you want to be, and I just like you. It also helps that you're good eye candy. Forget about Marc, truthfully he was too sweet sometimes. At times, I felt as if I'd suffocate on all his emotions," he explains and Andrew scoots over so that he can wrap an arm around his shoulders securely. Interlocking his fingers with Justin's hand that dangles near his chest, Andrew admits, "He'd be a pretty cool guy if he wasn't your ex and would stop talking about you. Did you know that he kept some of your hair from when you let him cut it or that he would use your body wash so your scent would be all over him?" "You're kidding, right," Justin asks looking slightly disturbed and Andrew grins saying, "Only about the hair part. The rest is true."
