A/N- Hi everyone! Thanks for the reviews. Can't wait till next week cuz I graduate! Alrighty, here's a new chappie for all you great readers. Once again means POV change.
Chapter Six
It's late when they stumble through the door and into Justin's bedroom. After picking Andrew up from his second job, Justin had accepted the invitation to a night free of thinking. One club led to another and with their fake Ids' they ended up too drunk to drive home forcing them to call the only person willing to pick them up at four in the morning. Rolling his eyes, Marc settles on the couch and listens intently to the sound of Justin's curses. "How many objects can that boy run into," he asks no one, yet Justin argues, "It's only been twelve, I think." The blond falls on top of him and says, "Are you considered an object?" Shaking his head, he struggles not to show how badly Justin affects him. "Where's Andrew," he asks as Justin curls up on his lap and begins kissing his neck. "Oh, he's throwing up, or he's right here glaring at us," Justin states trying to figure out why the teen is mad. "Ignore him. Justin always gets horny when he's drunk then he gets depressed. He'll make out with anyone that's willing or he ends up stripping," he exclaims desperately trying to push the blond off of him.
Some of their best make out sessions had been when Justin was drunk. "You're not nice," Justin complains pouting from his fallen perch on the floor and Andrew giggles sitting next to the blond. "Justin, you know I don't like it when you're like this," he states firmly and those blues darken with disbelief and anger. "No, you do. I would be all over you when I'm not thinking straight," Justin yells and he kneels in front of the teen whispering, "Honey, you know that I want you, but not at the expense of breaking your heart. I'm not the one you want, I'm just the one that you're not afraid to be with." Confusion glitters in Andrew's hazels and he hugs the blond saying, "When you're ready let him know. I know when to give up on a battle I have no chance of winning."
Watching the way Andrew easily takes over the role of concerned lover breaks his heart. "He's vulnerable when he's like this and uses sex to prove that he's loved. We never let him get drunk on his own. He needs to feel wanted above anything else. If you hurt him, then you'll shatter his heart and no one will be able to heal him," he warns and Andrew seems to understand. "I wont hurt him. I love him," the younger teen says looking at the sleeping blond adoringly and he inquires, "Have you told him?" Sharply those hazels turn on him and the boy hisses, "He wouldn't believe me even if I did." "Are you sure of that?" The teen's response makes him wonder what exactly had happened between Justin and him before. "He doesn't believe in love anymore," Andrew says quietly and he nods with understanding. "He will someday if the right person shows him. Regardless of what you think, you are the person to do that," he says and silently he adds I've never seen him look at Jason or myself the way he looks at you, and it destroys me.
When you kiss him, I pray that you put every emotion you feel for him into it. It's been so long since he's felt truly loved. How could you know all that he's suffered when I only discovered the truth on a stormy night when he couldn't stand the silence? How could you know that he was his mother's mistake long before he ever admitted that he was gay? Has he ever looked at someone's father and wondered what it would be like to be loved unselfishly around you? I've seen that look. He's so heartbreakingly beautiful, the most gorgeous disaster. When he's ready, you'll know everything and so much more. When he speaks about affairs, do you see the fire burning so brightly within him that if you get too close it could scorch you? He's known as the bastard to his father, a mistake never meant to happen.
Anger, impulsive and sacred, rages inside him as he grabs Andrew's shoulders as he says harshly, "Love him with every single part of you. Don't let him burn himself out. I've seen him come so close to just giving up. If he dies, don't think I'll hesitate to come after you." "If you love him so much, then why are you giving up so easily," Andrew counters and his eyes darken with fury before he responds icily, "It's because of my love that I can set him free. I understand him more than anyone because I observe him. I know that he believes that he doesn't deserve to be loved, but he does."
Whatever you do, don't give up on him. He's seen too much for his soul to ever be pure. His heart is heavenly if he'd ever let it show completely, but he's so damned that all he sees is damaged goods. He can't help but be nice to everyone. He never wants anyone to feel as he has. Maybe that's what drew him to you. In you, he saw a lost soul. It was never meant to happen; though, he never meant to fall in love with you. Where everyone sees only darkness, he sees the light. I know all this because I observed you both. Strategically figuring out whether fighting for his aching heart and torn soul would be worth it. Addictions tend to harm those it overcomes, but he's addicted to his saving grace. Recklessly and helplessly, he's in love with you and I was just too blind to see it before.
Stirring Justin blinks tiredly at Marc noticing just how close the three of them are. "Call Marianne, please," the blond begs too close to tears to see the numbers on his cell phone. Her enchantingly melodic voice rings through his ears and he says, "Justin needs you." "I don't know what I'm doing anymore, Marianne. I'm so close to losing it that I'm scarring myself. How much longer can I survive this," is all they hear from Justin before he locks himself in the bathroom.
Doubts suffocate him as emotions make him tremble like an earthquake. "Babydoll, are you drunk?" Marianne's voice is stabling him and securing him to this world. "I don't know; I was. I need to get away form here. I love him too much and selfishly I crave him. I can't break Marc's heart again and he's here watching us dance this idiotic and confusing number. Every time he starts to open up, he pulls away and I'm getting to the point where love just seems too foreign for me to ever know. Maybe dad was right," he sobs finally breaking down and her soothing laughter envelops him protectively. "Don't ever say something so ridiculous again. Believe me when I say running away will never set you free," she says and he hears Angelina squeal, "Let me talk to him."
Comforting and adoring, Angelina's voice sings to him. "Sweetheart, tell me what's bothering you." Stifling his sobs, he repeats what he had told Marianne and she responds, "You have to stay until we get there. We'll be there in a week. I'll tell you what I see when I meet him. You know how Marianne is; she'll say that once an asshole always an asshole. She doesn't see things in gray. It's either one way or the other." Nodding he relaxes and says, "I miss you guys. I'm so afraid to lose him and each day I'm falling harder for him." "Sweetheart, that's because he's your soul mate. It's like you can't breath without him, yet you're consumed with emotion when he's around that you feel like you're suffocating, right?" Smiling he wishes that someday he'll have her insight. "Yeah, it's like that," he agrees and her laughter echoes in his mind making him feel better.
Hesitantly he enters the living room and sits down between Andrew and Marc breaking the tension between them. "Feeling better?" Glancing at Marc, he nods and says, "They'll be here in a week." Tiredly he yawns and closes his eyes. Smiling Andrew wraps his arms around Justin and says, "Let's get you in your bed." Automatically he follows already feeling like crap and admits, "It's always like this. The night starts out great and I'm all over someone then I'm depressed and tired. I'm sorry." "It's alright, Justin. I'm not mad at you. You're ex is driving me up a wall, though," Andrew says tucking the blond in and vaguely he wonders whether Marc or himself would sleep on the couch. "Tell Marc to just grab some stuff out of the box labeled sleepover then you can come back to bed." Quickly Andrew obeys and when the teen enters the bedroom again Justin has already succumbed to the sand master.
Lying beside the blond, he traces the contours of Justin's chest and grins when the older teen moans then turns onto his side facing him. "I hope they like me," he whispers laying his head upon Justin's warm body and the blond sighs in his sleep wrapping his arms protectively around him. "I love you," he says knowing the older teen wont hear him and closing his eyes he bitterly wonders if Marc would be better for Justin. "He could never love me the way he loves you," Marc had told him while they stood outside the mall. Tossing and turning, he desperately tries to get comfortable and Justin snaps, "Andrew, find a position and stick with it." Rolling his hazels, he presses his lips against Justin's then says, "Shut up." Opening his blues, the blond glares at Andrew and threatens, "You can sleep on the floor." Smirking he kisses Justin's neck and curls up against him.
"Hello?" He rubs the sleep from his eyes as he holds the cell phone and the person on the other end says, "Andrew Van de Kamp, you're apartment was the source of a fire that thankfully killed no one but demolished the building. We have caught the culprits due to a neighbor that saw them sneak inside and they had the evidence on them." Shivering he hugs his knees to his chest and says, "I was at work and with my friend all day, we only dropped by to grab some of my stuff since I'm staying with him for a week." The person hums then says, "We were just told to inform you that all your belongings were destroyed." Justin takes the phone from trembling hand and says, "Hello, this is Justin; Andrew's friend. Are you able to tell us who, we might know why they'd do such a thing?" Licking his lips nervously, he loves the way the blond takes control so easily. "Um, okay. Thanks. Bye," Justin says and after he hangs up the blond informs him, "It was a gang."
Cradling Andrew, Justin asks, "That gang jumped you, didn't they?" He nods admitting, "They jumped me 'cause I was gay. They probably saw us together. Marianne was right! How could she have known?" Shrugging Justin kisses his forehead trying to quell Andrew's panic. "They wont hurt you anymore," Justin vows and emotionless hazels lock with blues as Andrew asks, "If Angelina sees something she doesn't like or Marianne gets a bad feeling about me, will you leave?" Peering closely, Justin finds the fear he was searching for and he says softly, "No. As much as I care about them and trust their judgment, they don't run my life. Now, relax and go back to bed. You can call into work later and we'll check out the apartment. I'll be in there in a sec."
Marc massages his shoulders and says, "It's not your fault, Justin. Go to him, he needs you now." He finishes his water and swallows the aspirin for his oncoming hangover then returns to bed. Securely he wraps Andrew in his arms saying, "I'm so sorry." You'll destroy everything you touch, bastard child; his father's voice echoes through his mind and desperately he seeks out relief the only way he knows how. Warm lips crush against each other as he pulls Andrew closer. I need you so badly. I've never wanted someone the way I want you. Each night without you was torture. I've been craving for you. "Justin," Andrew gasps digging his blunt nails into his shoulders and he looks possessively at the marks that decorate the teen's chest. "The reason I left was you. I thought that by running I could escape you, but I couldn't. Tell me I'm not wasting my time here," he begs and Andrew nods whispering, "You're not. Tomorrow I'll call in, but we're going on a date. I'll even buy flowers."
