A/N- Thanks everyone for the reviews. Tomorrow's my last day for high school so I'm really excited and happy! Here's a new chappie in order to celebrate.

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Chapter 7

Smiling Justin listens to Andrew call in and realizes that today is Friday. "My mom's leaving at four today to visit her parents for the weekend or so she says. I think she's seeing someone," Andrew reminds him settling on his lap and he nods glancing at the bathroom waiting for Marc to get out of the shower. "Justin, he wont stay over anymore, will he?" Comforting he strokes Andrew's hair and says, "That all depends on if we ever get drunk again while we're at clubs." Looking up at Justin, Andrew presses his lips firmly against his and says, "I don't like it when you get that drunk. You were all over Marc last night." The bathroom door opens and Marc steps out fully clothed even though his hair is wet and tussled. "Ready," Marc asks and they nod standing up. "Justin, where do you want to go," Andrew asks and he shrugs. "I want an answer," the younger teen argues from the backseat of Marc's car and Justin states, "You have to plan the dates, Andrew."

Touching Justin's arm softly, Marc stalls his ex and kisses him passionately. "Marc, stop. Thanks for the ride, but we're not going to get back together. Maybe we shouldn't see each other again," Justin says and Marc grabs his arm arguing, "Justin, please, I'm sorry. I wont ever do something like that again. It was just an impulsive reaction." Quickly Justin glances at Andrew, reassured that the teen didn't see them, and says, "Marc, if we see each other this can never happen. Last night I couldn't think straight and I appreciate you pushing me away, but I need him and I can't lose him."

Sadly Marc looks at his former lover and Justin hugs him goodbye whispering, "If it doesn't work out, you'll be the first person I call." "Honey, if it doesn't work out, you wont have a heart for me to love," Marc counters and looking at him with broken blues Justin replies, "I'll still call." Andrew approaches then tugs on his arm and says, "Justin, do you like fairs?" Nodding the blond waves at Marc and says, "Come on, Andrew, lets go."

Licking his lips, Justin follows Andrew's directions and stares at the large fair with fascination shining in his blues. Justin knows his eyes are lit up like Christmas tree lights and that Andrew is absorbing his happiness greedily. "You look like you've never seen a fair before," Andrew comments jumping out of the truck and he casually admits, "I haven't been to one since I was six and too small to ride most of the rides." "You're kidding, right?" Shaking his head, Justin gasps in surprise when Andrew grabs his hand and tugs him towards the entrance quickly. After buying two wristbands, Andrew watches intently as the blond absorbs the flashing lights, clowns, and rides. "What do you want to ride first?" Still trying to figure everything out and get over his initial shock, he dumbly points at the bumper cars saying, "I've been on those before, at least."

Laughter echoes around them including their own as children try to crash into them. Slamming into other cars, Andrew carefully watches out for any potential attackers while Justin gleefully laughs. He's like a kid in a candy store, Andrew thinks adoringly before having to swerve in order to avoid an oncoming collision. Nothing can compare to the joy Andrew feels knowing that he's bringing this pure happiness to Justin. "Come on," Andrew says as he tugs Justin to the Octopus and they latch themselves in. "Are you sure this thing is safe?" The hazel-eyed teen nods looking at him seriously before saying, "Justin, I'd never take you onto something that's not safe." Nodding the blue eyed blond smiles nervously at a little girl that turns to face them as he older brother climbs in and she says shyly, "This is my first time, too." The two newbies share a shaky grin and grip their bars tightly. "Relax," Andrew says in his ear and nodding he relaxes his grip on the bar as they start moving.

"My poor ribs, you crushed me on purpose," Justin complains and Andrew frowns arguing, "I'm not that heavy." Taking the younger teen's hand, the blue-eyed youth tugs him towards the funnel cake stand and says, "Chill, I was joking." Sitting on the tabletop, Justin eats his ice cream covered funnel cake and sips his soda while Andrew steals bites occasionally. "Is this fun enough for you," Andrew asks suddenly and shrugging Justin tosses his garbage before dragging the younger teen towards more rides.

Finally, Andrew discovers the Tunnel of Love and silently he begs for Justin to want to ride it. "Are you coming?" Smirking Andrew sits beside Justin receiving a few odd stares and replies cheekily, "Not yet." Kissing the younger teen's neck, Justin runs his fingertips along the boy's inner thigh and vows, "I promise to make it worth your while later." "You better," Andrew states and he nods with a smirk while the younger teen interlaces their fingers. "I love you," Andrew admits quietly and he's unsure if Justin even heard him until the blond says, "I believe you, but I'm not ready to say it back."

It felt as if a weight had been lifted off of him after he had confessed, but his heart sunk at Justin's words. "Andrew, don't give me that look. I had to wait until now to hear you say it when I admitted it before, you can wait until I'm ready. Just be grateful that you're the only person I've ever loved," Justin says turning away from him and he's desperately craving for the blond to smile again. "Alright," Andrew agrees easily even though secretly he knows he'd do anything to make Justin love him again and he reclaims the older teen's hands loving the way their fingers fit together perfectly. I never knew how horrible you felt when I didn't respond every time you said those simple, heartfelt words. "We have to stop at one more place," Andrew states.

The slight chill in the air makes Andrew wrap his arms around himself as they stand before the tombstone. "Dad's name was Rex. He had been a great dad; always trying to get mom to loosen up especially when it came to Daniel and myself. He took me to baseball games even though I was suppose to be in school. Dad was the one that tucked us in and chased away our nightmares. He was the type of dad every boy wants, but he cheated on my mom and that ruined our family according to her. Now, I think she regrets even being mad at him for a second. From what I heard, he liked to be dominated by the local prostitute," he whispers and Justin stands silently next to him. "I've only loved two people. That's him and you," he admits causing Justin's eyes to brighten somewhat and smiling sadly Andrew asks the burning question that had been bothering him all day, "You never talked about your parents. What are they like?" "There's not much to say. We don't get along but I don't hate them," Justin admits and Andrew gently squeezes his hand.

Brushing his lips across Justin's, Andrew lightly touches the tombstone respectfully. "Let's go to my mom's," he says and he takes one last look at his father's resting place before letting Justin help him into the truck. "I'll cook tonight, but I'll let you know that I'm not that great at anything but spaghetti," he admits suddenly feeling shy and wishing he had paid more attention to the simple dishes his dad secretly made when Bree had poker night. "That's alright. Actually I can't cook that well, I'm not even allowed into the kitchen when Marianne and Angelina are around. I can only cook some things because I begged John's friend Emily for help 'cause his cooking is poisonous," Justin explains and Andrew sleepily closes his eyes responding, "Maybe you could teach me." Smiling softly Andrew feels Justin's warm lips press against the top of his head and the older boy's arm wraps around his waist. "Um, Justin, we have to get the video and the photo albums," he mummers sleepily and Justin says, "I was heading there first, anyways."

Excitement still dances in Justin's belly as he unlocks the door to his apartment and rummages for some clothes. Quickly he runs a brush through his wind-tangled hair. Blues lock with hazels through the glass and Justin grins at the dreamy smile that play's on Andrew's lips. He doubts Andrew even notices that he's had that adorable curve of the lips on ever since they left the fair. "Do you want to call first?" Andrew shakes his head, wrapping Justin in an embrace, he says, "No, I don't want her to have your number and my cell just died." Chuckling Justin studies their reflection realizing how perfect they look together and how right Andrew feels against him. I love you. Three simple words, yet they mean the world to some people and absolutely nothing to others. "Saying I love you has nothing to do with meaning it, babe. Maybe I just wanted to get laid," Jason hissed throwing him onto the bed and desperately Justin searched for the gun. BAMB! The next thing Justin knew, he was shaking on the bed and sobbing while he stared at the blood covering him from the gaping wound in Jason's skull.

Nervously Justin fights back the nausea and keeps his gaze steady even though on the inside he feels as if two kangaroos are boxing ruthlessly. Warm hands flutter over his stomach beneath his shirt and he feels the tension drain away. "Stop at the gas station on your way," Andrew says softly before walking away and Justin nods saying, "Go grab some stuff. How long are we staying there?" Smirking Andrew holds up four fingers and explains, "She wont be back till Tuesday." The excitement returns with a giant rush of adrenaline. Making sure all the lights are off and the windows are secured, Justin surveys his apartment one last time before shuddering. "I really need a roommate before I go stir crazy," he admits locking the place up and he receives the willing look in those gorgeous, hypnotic hazels he had been waiting for. "I'll start looking in a few days," Justin adds noticing the predatory gleam in Andrew's eyes.

Curiosity dances inside of Justin when Andrew deliberately hides what he had bought. The feminine scent tells him that it's some type of flower. "You know, I could just ruin the surprise, but what fun would that be," Andrew states with that sexy smirk gracing his face and he counts his lucky stars that he learned how to read Andrew's different smirks. "We could always ruin the chastity of my mom's bed," Andrew says smirking mischievously and suddenly he's cold and tense. "No," Justin stats curtly and he pulls away sharply from Andrew to focus on the road. "Justin, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. If it makes you feel better, he wasn't any good," Andrew pleads as he pulls into the driveway and Justin's aware of the neighbors that stare at them. Susan and Julie stare with curiosity and alarm. Zach stands arrogantly on the sidewalk with the aura of a man owning his own empire. Lynette waves as she drives pass with the rowdy twins in the backseat.

"Justin?" The very sound of Christine's high-pitched, squeaky voice drives him up the wall and over a bridge. "What," Justin snaps unable to keep his temper under control. "Don't you want to see your baby?" The urge to him something nearly overcomes him until he reminds himself that the thing in front of him is indeed a girl rather than a piece of trash. "It's people like you that make me want to become a homicidal psycho or kill myself," he yells defiantly drawing everyone's attention to him and he feels Andrew jump slightly. "The baby can't be mine because I'd never have sex with you even if I was straight. Unlike some people, I have standards that I do stick to. Now unless you want to be the cause of a mass murder scene I suggest that you leave me alone," Justin shouts, his fist shaking, and he nearly punches Andrew when he grabs his arm. "Calm down," Andrew says tugging him towards the door and raged breaths escape him.

Leaning against the wall, Justin prepares for a mental breakdown and he barely registers the sound of heels on the floor. "Justin, my name's Susan. Are you alright?" Great, the klutz of the town thinks she can help me when all I want is a damn massage and something to stop this headache from coming. "I'm peachy keen," Justin says sarcastically stealing Angelina's favorite saying and he toys with the idea of adding Marianne's, "I'd like to see you spontaneously combust, but that's not happening any time soon, now is it?" Suddenly Justin's aware of exactly whose presence had set off his tirade and he grinds his teeth hissing, "If you don't leave, I'll slaughter you." The girl pales and Justin trembles with fear as Christine runs away. Oh God, I'm turning into my father. "This can't be happening," Justin moans closing his eyes tightly, shivering with the recollection of the Dark Place, and he's grateful for the only thing stable in his life right now; Andrew. "All of you can leave now, he's perfectly fine. I know what he needs," Andrew states ushering everyone out the door and Justin opens his eyes timidly.

"Relax, do you want these knots out or not?" Nodding Justin tries to relax his muscles as Andrew's oil slicked hands massage his back. "I'm sorry." "You already said that," Justin counters and Andrew frowns before saying, "I'm trying really hard here, Justin, to make up for everything I did wrong. What else do you want? A parade?" Not knowing what to say, Justin tilts his head back and kisses the younger teen softly. "By the way, later didn't mean today. You still owe me two dates before I'll even think of having sex with you anywhere," Justin says and the smirk that settles on Andrew's face both thrills him and frightens him. "Really, I think I'll have you before this weekend is through," Andrew gambles and smirking Justin argues, "I doubt it. If you can get me in bed before Sunday night, then I'll be you slave for a week. If I win then you're my slave for a week."