Beta: None. All mistakes are mine. so sorry.
Summary: Justin sees the vette for the first time and makes an assumption.
Word Count: 1196
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, unfortunately. They belong to CowLip. Lucky Bastards.
Author's Notes: uhh...just that i'm really sorry if they seem OOC. This fic just popped into my head while I was frustrated with trying to write another one. Hope you enjoy!:)
Comments are what keep me going.:)
Coat, check. Scarf, check. The lemon bars that Brian secretly like, Check.
Yes. I’m definitely ready to leave.
But before I can even step out into the chilly night air, Deb gets to me first. She hollers 'where's my goodbye kiss?' and says ‘don’t spend too much time with the asshole’ but that she’s ‘fucking glad you both came to your senses and got back together.’
Same here, Deb. Same here.
I run back to her, taking her by surprise and give her the biggest kiss I could muster and the most bone-crushing hug I know she’ll return later on, but that doesn’t matter to me right now. Not much matters because I just want to get to the loft and be with Brian.
So now, here I am, walking to the loft, carrying a bag of lemon bars and a “sunshine smile” lighting up my face.
I really can’t believe that Brian and I got back together. ">Well, I mean….oh, you know what I mean. “Together.”
I was totally thinking of worst case scenarios before he called me into his office the other day. I was fully prepared to just give up and let him live his life but once again he surprised the hell out of me and I don’t know why I ever doubted his love for me in the first place.
I really hate all this growing up and trying to “learn from your mistakes” bullshit.
But honestly, I’m kind of glad the “Ethan Phase”, as I like to call it, happened because then I wouldn’t have realized all the things I almost lost and I can’t fathom ever losing Brian. It’s true, we broke up, but he was still a constant in my life and I’m just really glad that Brian’s just as persistent as I am. He just does a better job of hiding it. I should know. I’m always fucking onto him. Yup, it’s a gift.
I was ecstatic when he suggested we go to Babylon yesterday. We were dancing so close and he wouldn’t let me go almost as if he felt like if he did I would disappear right before his eyes. The flashing lights and the glitter hitting his body made him look more beautiful than ever and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. We had so much fun on the dance floor, it felt like we were in our own little world and I haven’t felt that in a long time. I’m really fucking glad I didn’t give up on him.
What was that song again? oh yeah. Besame Cha Cha. Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’m dancing in the street. I don’t give a fuck. I’m fucking happy as hell and no one can ruin my night. Besame Cha Cha. Besam--what the fuck?
Motherfuckingpieceof--- goddamnitbrian! Great. Fucking Great. He has a guest, a guest with the coolest car ever to have been produced. It’s so classy and sleek. It’s fucking gorgeous and I know nothing about cars. No wonder Brian was drawn to whoever owns it. Ah well, I did say I know what to expect of him. Fuck. I just don’t want to barge in on them though. That would fucking suck and like Brian would say, not in a positive life-affirming way. He’d probably just queen out on me anyway and we’d be back to square one and we don’t want that. Definitely do not want that. I guess I can just wait out here until his guest leaves. Yeah okay, that’s good. I’ll wait.
I was wrong. Someone ruined my night. Shit.
An hour later…
So I’ve been waiting here for over an hour. The lemon bars are probably already stale and a feeling of dread is starting to creep up on me. What’s taking them so long? Does he usually take this long with a trick? What the fuck is going on up there?
I suddenly hear the Skins opening theme song playing in the distance. Oh no wait, it’s coming from my back pocket. My phone’s ringing.
Brian (Loft) Calling
What does he want now?
“Where the fuck are you, you little twat! Jesus Christ, Justin! I called the diner and Deb said you left an hour ago! It’s already 9:30 and I know I told you to meet me at the loft at 8 so you better have a fucking good excuse as to why you aren’t here yet, naked and moaning.”
He is so totally worried about me right now. Busted. You are so busted, Kinney.
What the fuck is he rambling on about? I’m not the one with the trick that’s still in his loft waiting for god knows what.
“Brian. Can you relax for a second! I’m just outside the building. I’m fine. I’m just waiting.”
“What? Why? What the fuck are you waiting for?"
What am I waiti—what in the world? Oh. Okay. He’s probably high. Figures.
“For your guest to come down.”
“Guest? What guest? Justin, what are you talking about?”
“Brian, your guest, your trick. whatever! Are you feeling okay?”
“Are YOU feeling okay? I don’t have a trick with me! I’ve been waiting for you to come home.”
Home. Holy shit! I think my heart stopped beating. Okay, I don’t dare tease him about saying home because he will fucking freak.
I take a deep breath.
“It’s okay, Brian, really. I mean, I’ll just wait for him to come down and then I’ll come up. It’s no big deal.”
“Justin, stop the bullshit. I fucking swear on Gus’ life that I don’t have a trick up here.”
Jesus. Why is he doing this to me? Fine. I’ll tell him about the car then, but I end up mumbling the question too quickly.
“I said ‘Then who owns the car outside?’” and I’m bracing myself for the dial tone but instead I hear him laughing. Fucking laughing. Can you believe the audacity of this asshole? Why the fuck is he laughing?
“Why the fuck are you laughing?”
“Because…..you think.…you waited....oh god…..Justin….shit….oh fuck.”
Pulling a straight face here. This isn’t funny. Christ.
“You done now, Brian?”
“Yes. Yeah. Okay. I’m okay.”
“Wanna tell me why you were dying of laughter just now?”
“I was laughing because of you.”
WHAT? What the fuck did I do?
“What? What the fuck did I do?”
I wait for what feels like an eternity for his answer, but instead of hearing one, I hear the dial tone.
Well fuck. He hung up on me. Shit. I don’t think I can face him tonight. It’s been a week and I’ve already fucked up big time. I really hate this car right now. What a great fucking night.
I hear the door open up. It’s probably Brian’s trick of the night. I was about to turn around and glare at whoever it was but before I could even move, a pair of strong arms wrap around me.
And then he breathes something into my ear that makes my jaw drop.
“Justin meet Boyfriend Replacement Therapy.”