Justin was drawing when Brian came back from a long night out. When Brian stumbled through the door with Michael supporting him, Justin glanced up. He rolled his eyes. "Why…do those…fucking…hetero's…always… make me so pissed? Huh?? Answer me Mikey…" said Brian, his words slurred. "Sunshine!!" he sang. Justin looked at him. "Umm…. What?" he said cautiously. "Ha… guess who I saw tonight…" said Brian. Michael shook his head. "It doesn't matter Justin… don't worry yourself… we didn't see anyone of any importance. "CHRIS HOBBS!" yelled Brian. "Yes, that's who! Ha-ha" laughed Brian. Justin went white. "Wha…" he started. "And he was with some girl! And… she looked like a dyke but I didn't tell him that! Ha-ha and… and I punched him in the face ha-ha" Brian was giggling like a school girl. "Shut up Brian" said Michael harshly. It wasn't often that he stood up for Justin but by the look on his face, he knew Brian had gone too far. "What?" Brian asked puzzled. He looked at Justin. "Whoops… umm Justin?" said Brian quietly "I'm going to bed" sniffed Justin. He walked off. "Oh real classy Brian." Said Michael as he left.
"Sunshine?" said Brian. Justin remained silent. "Justin?" Brian climbed into bed with Justin. He crawled over next to him. Justin was facing the other way. Brian knew he was silently crying. His breath was hitched and unsettled "I'm sorry Justin… really I am." Brian ran his hand through Justin's hair. "I didn't mean to upset you; it's just that, he called you a stupid fag and I had to do something about it! So I punched him, and almost broke his arm, and kicked him in the shin!" said Brian. Just turned to face him "thank you" he said. His face was pale, and Brian ran his hand down his cheek. "Get some sleep" he said quietly. Justin shut his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep. Brian didn't fall asleep until Justin's breathing slowed. Brian moved closer to Justin and gripped him in a tight embrace. He never wanted to let go, and let his sunshine get away again.