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Something Or Other
And So On
Justin’s POV:
“I can’t believe I said that,” I say as we stand out side of the loft.
“It’s okay Justin,” he says rubbing my back, but I shake my head.
“No it’s really not,” I say rubbing my head and turning to look at the door. I know I wanted him to hurt, but how did that come out? “I was completely fucked up for saying such a thing. It’s the worst thing I could’ve ever said.” I feel the tears run over my cheeks but there’s nothing I could possibly do to stop them. I hear something crash and it makes me jump just a bit.
“Come on Justin,” he says taking my arm but I don’t know. “It’s time to go.”
“What if he’s hurt?” I say pulling away from him and moving back to the door but he puts a hand on my shoulder stopping me.
“He most likely threw the bottle of Beam,” he says quietly and I know he’s probably right.
“But still, maybe I should just go check,” I say starting to make my way to the door again but he stops once more.
“He’ll be fine,” he says and I nod my head knowing that I need to let it go. So I turn around and give him a small smile and we make our way back to his apartment. Or maybe I should say our apartment. Hmmm? Whatever.
When we get there he helps me get my stuff put away because I am more than a bit out of it, and right after that he leaves me to lye down. However not long after I do, I hear a knock on the front door. I don’t pay much attention to it though until…
“Michael,” to say that gets my ears to perk up is an understatement.
“Can I come in?” I hear the little asshole say quietly.
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea,”
“Why not?” he questions in that idiot sounding surprised voice. Uhn it’s like nails on a chalk board.
“Because there’s no need to go through this,” he’s always so calm. I wish I could be so calm.
“I don’t understand,” of course he doesn’t.
“We already know about you and Brian.” I can hear the hurt in his voice and I wish I could go out there and help him through this part and if it gets harder I will.
“But… how did you find out?” he’s always so confused. “Did Brian tell you?” now he just sounds hopeful. That’s just sick.
“We caught the show,” he says with a humorless laugh.
“We… who’s we?” hmm I’m surprised he caught that.
“Justin was with me,”
“Justin?” can’t he just go now? God this is hard ’cause all I want to do is go out there and kick his ass. “What were you doing with Justin?” now there’s that accusatory tone I was waiting for.
“We met outside of the diner and he walked with me over to your shop,”
“Why were you guys coming to the shop?” again the confusion, I mean why does it matter?
“I wanted to make sure you were okay,” and there’s that hurt again. “And he wanted to apologize.” how stupid that seems now. I wanted to apologize to him. Ha!
“I’m sorry you guys found out like this,” he says and yet somehow he doesn’t sound all that sorry and I seriously doubt he feels badly for what they’ve done.
“Okay,” Ben replies simply.
“That’s it? That’s all you’re going to say!” he practically screeches.
“Would you keep it down,” Ben says seriously.
“Why should I?” he’s such an asshole.
“Because Justin has a headache and he’s trying to sleep,” oh shit, he shouldn’t of brought me up.
“What the fuck is Justin doing here!” again with the screeching.
“He’s going to be living here now…” oh definitely shouldn’t of said that.
“So you guys are together now?” he questions a bit more quietly but with a lot of anger.
“Not at all…”
“Then what the fuck is he doing here?” he’s getting louder again.
“He needed a place to stay and I wanted him to stay. It’s as simple as that.” god I’d probably be screaming at him at this point.
“Ben he’s just using you…” okay that’s enough I jump out of my bed ignoring the throbbing going on in my head and go for the door. “He’s just manipulating you…”
“Fuck you!” I say as I swing my door open and I see the stunned looks on both their faces as they turn towards me.
“Justin it’s okay,” Ben says trying to calm me but that’s not going to happen. I don’t have to be nice to this little shit anymore.
“No it’s really not…”
“Shut the fuck up…” Michael says cutting me off.
“No, you wanted to talk about manipulation?” I say pulling my temper in. “Let’s talk about how you’ve done nothing but manipulate Brian all these years…”
“Are you kidding me?” he asks with such indignation that it makes me laugh.
“Oh you know you’ve done it for years,” I say calmly but not feeling it in the least. “The way you helped build his walls to make sure he wouldn’t get hurt?” I say sarcastically.
“I didn’t help him do that…”
“Oh yeah you did, and then you made sure that he kept them reinforced. Just so you stayed the only one close,” I see him squint his eyes in anger and I know I got him. But then again I’ve always gotten what he was all about, I just let him think I was some dumb ass blonde to keep the peace. “But that wasn’t good enough for you was it?”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says pointing a finger at me, but I keep on going. I want to make sure he knows that Ben and I both know exactly what happened last night.
“You just had to push it that much more,” I say moving towards him and standing just a foot away I say the rest of what I know. “You had to use this stupid insignificant fuck, that he and Ben had to your advantage. You made sure that he knew that the only thing that would make you feel better was a fuck.” I feel a slap right across my face, feeling my head move slightly to the side. It doesn’t hurt though so I just slowly look back to him with a feral grin.
“Michael!” Ben yells losing his cool when mine seems to come into focus. I watch as Michael’s eyes get big and he looks to Ben.
“But he…” he starts looking back and forth between us and pointing at me.
“You don’t go around hitting people!” damn he’s quite angry actually. I put my hand on his arm and give it a light squeeze but I don’t take my eyes off of Michael.
“It’s alright,” I say with a shake of my head and I watch the anger build in Michael’s eyes and I feel strangely satisfied. “I barely even felt it.”
“You need to leave Michael,” he says this time with just a bit less anger but Michael is still fighting this situation.
“You don’t know what he’s like Ben,” he says in that half begging, half whining voice that ranks on my last nerve. But I still feel that weird bit of calmness and just quirk an eyebrow.
“I know he’s not the kind of person to take advantage of me,” oh that’s harsh, but true and I watch as it hits Michael but it doesn’t seem to do much of anything. Which amazes me. “I know he’s not the kind of person that would hit another,” that he doesn’t seem to even feel as it lands. Never thought it would matter to him anyway. He probably feels much better now. “I also know that he’s a good person and is someone I can trust, and that’s really all I need to know.” he says with an edge to his voice as if he’s daring Michael to refute what he’s saying about me.
“Looks like you suckered in your new man,” he says with more than a little bit of disgust in his voice and I can’t help it, I laugh and I laugh hard. “You better watch out for yourself Ben, I’m out of here.” I hear Michael say but I don’t see him cause right now, I’m doubled over. I am just hysterical and I can’t stop and yet I can’t figure out what the hell is so fucking funny.
“Justin?” Ben questions and puts a hand on my shoulder as the door slams closed, and I suddenly feel the tears start up, and just as suddenly as I am uncontrollably laughing I am now uncontrollably crying. I let my knees fall to the floor and just let myself have this. Not that I have a choice because this hurts so much. I can literally feel it through every inch of my body, and I hate that this is hurting so much. I hate feeling this way. I hate that I am here and not with Brian. I hate that Brian did this to me. To what I thought was an us no matter how unconventional. I think I would literally take a bat to the head a hundred times over than feels this pain.
“It’s gonna be alright Justin,” I hear Ben say as he wraps his arms around me. But I know that it’s not going to be okay. I hate this!
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Brian’s POV:
I’m sitting on the floor of my empty loft, with my back against the side of the couch and an empty bottle of Beam at my side. I close my eyes against the fact that I’m already out and that I’m going to need much, much more to dull out the things that I am feeling. I never thought I could feel like this. Like someone ripped out my fucking heart and threw it in the garbage disposal, turning it on every couple of seconds for good measure. This is why I never wanted anyone in my life like this. This is why I didn’t want to keep Justin here in the first place. It’s why I pushed so fucking hard. I knew I’d fuck it up, granted I never thought I would do it in such a fucking unforgivable and shitty way.
Justin was right. What was I thinking to do that? I didn’t even want it, but I knew it was the only thing I could give him to make this right. Shit who am I kidding? I just wanted it to go away, and the only way I know how to do that is fucking. So I gave it to him and now at least that’s over. I won’t have to worry about him still pining over that. Everything’s over.
Justin’s left me and I don’t know what to do with that, or how to even begin to deal with the fact that I really fucking hurt him. I mean yeah, I’ve had no scruples about shoving tricks in his face to show that I don’t belong to him, and I knew that was wrong and a horrible thing to do. But I get spooked and I just lash out. But that doesn’t mean that he isn’t the one for me. Because he is. Now I may not have always known it, but shit he’s always known that and so I just trusted him to get us to where we were going. Let him do all the heavy lifting. While I just went along and did my thing at the same time not taking into account his feelings about it or the fact that my way made it impossible for him get us there.
I took him for granted. I figured he’d always be here, forgiving me and letting me get away with everything, and still being to afraid to ask for change. I know I insist on everything I wanted with pretty much no restrictions accept for a lousy three am curfew, no kissing on the mouth and never repeating the same man twice. Which really was nothing when you compare it to the fact that I was asking him to give up everything he believed in and wanted for himself in a relationship. Plus I never really cared about all that other stuff, in fact it was easy to give up. I even kinda liked the fact that we would each be home together by three am; no matter what. I even liked the fact that his kisses were reserved for me, ‘cause man can he kiss. Just a kiss from him could make any man fall for him fast and hard. But I effectively fucked up that now didn’t I? I don’t even think there’s a way to make this right.
Shit I need more alcohol. Maybe I should just go down to Babylon drink till I can’t walk anymore and fuck until my dick is going to fall off. I think that’s the best idea I’ve had for the past two days. I go up to the bedroom and pick out a simple jeans and black wife beater outfit because I just don’t care right at this moment. It doesn’t take me long to change and then I am out the door.
The first thing I do when I get to Babylon is head straight to the bar. After about five shots I hear my phone ring and I swear my heart skips. I start to fumble in my pocket hoping that it’ll be Justin but when I look at the screen my stomach just turns; it says Mikey. Shit I should’ve known better than to get my hopes up. I shut my phone off and shove it back in my pocket. I just can’t deal with him right now.
I keep throwing back the shots and when I feel I need to slow a bit before I puke I look to the dance floor and slowly sip my drink. Don’t get me wrong I’m not done by far but I need to take my time for a minute before I go head long again. When I am almost finished with my drink about a half an hour later and a million thoughts about how much I want to have Justin here with me, and about how much I am going to miss him. About how I know that after all these years of being comfortable with the emptiness of the loft I will no longer be able to stand it. How could I have been so stupid as to throw everything that I have managed to get with Justin away? Shit I didn’t even realize just how much I had with him, until it was all gone. I shake my head at the thousands of lesbian thoughts going through my head, but in the back of my mind I still know that every single one of them are very much true.
“Hey," I hear Michael yell over the music from my side as I'm looking out over the dance floor trying without luck obviously to avoid my thoughts and I close my eyes and let out a deep breath at the fact that I am going to have to deal with him as well right now.
"Hey," I distractedly reply ‘cause really, I can't be bothered to pay all that much attention to him. Unfortunately right at this point in time I have to much of my own shit going through my head.
"Did you get my calls?"
"Yep," I say still not being able to break out of my head, and not really wanting to.
"Why didn't you answer?" he manages to ask with only a hint of the normal high pitched whine.
"I'm busy,"
"Oh, let me guess something came up?" he dead pans.
"Not yet.” I reply evenly.
"Ben knows," he says out of nowhere lowering his voice to that wounded puppy dog tone, and I finally look over to him but he’s looking at his hands.
"I do believe they caught the show," I say without bothering to be obtuse, ‘cause I just want him to get it out so he'll leave me alone.
"How did you know?" he asks looking to me as if I shouldn’t know this information. Well surprise! I think bitterly
"They came this morning to pick up Justin's things." that actually hurt to say, but I manage to ignore the wince and just turn to the bar to flag down the bartender and get another drink. Maybe five or six more would be a better number.
"Yeah I still can't imagine how Justin managed that one," he says in total confusion, and now I'm a little confused as to what he meant by that. I take down three of the shots but I don't say anything for the simple fact that I am here and getting shit faced for the soul purpose of forgetting this very situation.
"But at least we won't have to worry about how to tell them anymore," I hear him says sounding almost happy and that's when I know I can't stand here anymore. So I throw the last shot down my throat and turn towards the dance floor and take my leave without any answer to him. Doesn't he get why I'm here? He should know I’m trying to forget just how badly I fucked up with Justin. I find myself in the middle of the dance floor and I just start to move. I know it won’t take long for someone to come and it only takes a few seconds before I feel a body start to move against me.
When I open my eyes I see a pair of hazel blue eyes looking at me and the guys good looking not overly muscled with dark blonde hair and just a little taller than Justin. I shake the thought of Justin off and start to move against the guy with my sexually charged dancing expertise. I can feel the guy hardening even more so against me and I am pretty hard my self so I start to lean into his ear,
"Excuse me?" I hear Mikey say from behind me and so I throw my head back and let the trick go as I turn around to him. "Dance with me," he says moving against me but I take a step to the side.
"Not now Mikey," but as I turn to the trick I had he's already gone and I curse under my breath and figure fuck this I'll just head straight to where there is instant gratification without the hassle of foreplay.
I move towards the back until I see a hot guy leaning against a corner and I move to stand in front of him. I look him over and see the want he has for me in his eyes and I decide he'll do just fine for now and grab the front of his shirt pulling him with me as I walk backwards until my back hits the wall. But like I said I'm not in for the foreplay right now and I won't kiss him, so right as he is two inches away from my mouth I push on his shoulders and watch as he slides down my body. He seems to get the picture and makes quick work of the buttons on my pants and pulling out my stiff cock. He looks up to me with a huge grin giving my cock a couple of strong tugs before he swallows me whole. I can feel him bury his nose in my hairs and I can even feel his hot breath against my skin. He starts a slow torturous rhythm going all the way down before coming almost all the way up, and tugging on my balls every now and then. I finally put my head back and close my eyes enjoying the pleasure this is giving me and trying to block out all other thoughts.
Suddenly I feel lips against my own and I quickly move to the side and open my eyes to see a very surprised Michael staring at me and I laugh. This is unbelievable. I watch as he grins right before he tries to kiss me again and all this while my trick is sucking me off. I put my hand up to his chest to stop him from getting any closer to me and his eyes snap open and there's that confusion again. But I am just as confused.
"What are you doing?" I ask knowing I am not concealing my annoyance all to well.
"What do you mean?" he still seems confused, but he's still got a grin in place and now I'm just getting freaked out.
"We already did this Mikey," I say slowly really trying to take care with him but hoping he gets this really quickly because if he doesn't I don't know if I'll be able to keep it up.
"What do you mean?" you know I can't believe he's going to make me do this, but if he needs me to spell it out for him.
"I've had you," I say evenly with no emotion attached. However he seems to feel a borage of emotions and I watch as they flow through his eyes. Confusion, Surprise, hurt, pain, then anger. Then I watch as his eyes start to sparkle and the grin suddenly returns and I'm back to confusion.
"Really fucking funny Brian," he says with a little laugh in his voice, and shit how could he think I’m kidding about this? He knows my fucking rules better than I do.
"I'm quite serious Michael." I say and his brow furrows.
"But Brian...." he says shaking his head.
"Just because were friends doesn't change the fact that I don't do anyone twice," I say and watch as he gets angry again and I know it's time to go and that really pisses me off cause this guy was actually good, but this is no place to have this conversation.
"That's bullshit!" he yells and I find myself pushing the guy away from me by his shoulders. "We've been waiting for this for fourteen years Brian. I'm not going to let you fuck it up now!" I find myself chuckling at his lack of perception on this matter, but I guess I'm not all that surprised.
"You think I wanted this?" I ask in disbelief but he just crosses his arms over his chest. "I didn't even want to fuck you," I see his eyes twitch so I know he's listening. "I only did it so you'd stop fucking whining about it and so you would let Ben off the hook!" I say through clenched teeth.
"You're lying," he says and I can see that he's frighten that this might be the truth but I can't change the way I feel.
"You think so?" I scoff. "I have lost everything, so why the fuck would lie about this shit?"
"You haven't lost anything Brian, I'm right here." he says sweetly as he comes closer to me but when he tries to grab my arm I pull away.
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I can't believe he doesn't get it. He doesn't get that I've lost everything in Justin. I don't even know what to say to him, I shake my head at that thought but when he tries to come towards me again I put my hands up and turn away from him. I need to get as far away from him as possible.
I quickly make my way out of the backroom and I am about half way to the front door of Babylon when I feel what I knows is going to be Michael's hand on my arm, but I quickly yank it away from him and turn around to come face to face with him.
"Don't fucking touch me," I seethe because I just can't hold back anymore. I can see the fear in his eyes but I can't even say that I am sorry to see it there because right now I just don't fucking care. I turn again and start towards the door with him yelling my name out in the middle of Babylon, like some fucked over housewife and it's really pissing me off. I gave him what he wanted. The thing he always said he needed and whine about not getting when everyone else did. So why is he doing this to me? I thought he knew me. I thought he understood me. Obviously I was very mistaken. He knows nothing about me.
I make it out of the club with the cold air bringing me crashing down from the last little bit of a buzz that I had left and that pisses me off even more so. This is unfuckingbelievable! I even forgot to get my jacket in my rush to get away from him. But fuck it, there is no way I am going back in there.
I hear Michael yelling out my name again after just a few seconds of being outside and I can't believe he is still doing that. I mean this is way beyond anything he's done in the past. He's never gone so far before. He usually knows when to quite. But I guess I fucked that out of him. Damn it I'm screwed. Finally I decide enough is enough and turn around and wait till he runs to me.
"You need to stop this Michael." I say calmly.
"Please Brian, just tell me what's wrong." he says and I can tell he really does want to know. But I don't think that what is actually wrong with me is going to please him all that much, and it's definitely not something that he can fix. However maybe I should tell him. Maybe then he'll get over this and pull back to reality.
"I lost Justin Mikey," I say letting him hear the emotion in my voice. Letting him see it in my eyes. I watch as the concern in his eyes turns to compassion and I am so thankful to see that he’s finally getting it so as he comes to puts his arms around my neck I let him, and I wrap my arms around his waist taking a little bit of comfort from my best friend over my loss.
"Brian, he was just using you," he whispers sadly. I shove him away from me hard, and take a huge step back. I am fucking floored that he actually said that. I mean after all this time I thought he finally let that notion go.
"Shut up Michael," I warn him.
"No I think you need to hear this," he says with that same fucking compassionate look that is making me sick to my stomach. "He just..."
"You don't know what you're talking about," I warn again this time with more force.
"You don't think I've watched how he manipulated you and took from you, and used you?" he says getting angry.
"God damn it Michael,"
"I know you felt guilty for what happened at the prom," I turn away from him then before I do something I might regret but I hear his footsteps behind me as he continues. "But he's not your responsibility Brian, and the fact that he used the prom against you to get what he wanted out of you is just despicable!" I whip around on him and he has to take a step back not to run into me.
"He didn't use anything against me!" I yell not being able to hold it in any longer. "Did you know he left me not to long ago because he thought those exact same things?" I watch him nod his head before I go on.
"But I went after him..."
"But you don't go after anyone...." he says in disbelief and hurt. See I knew he knew the rules better than me.
"I went after him," I say more clearly with enfaces on Him. "Because I wanted him with me,” I watch him shake his head and furrow his brow. “I wanted to come home to him, and that’s still what I want.” I watch as the tears quickly form in his eyes before they spill over, and you know I wish I didn’t have to be so blunt and harsh with him about this but it seems that he won’t get it any other way.
“I’m sorry Mikey,” I say breaking one more of my rules. “I should’ve never let this happen, it was a mistake. I watch him nod his head and I do feel bad about breaking his heart but I don’t want this. I don’t want to be with him like this. I want to be with Justin and no one else this way.
“Fuck you Brian.” he says quietly and then turns and walks down the alley. I pinch the bridge of my nose trying to release some of the pressure but it’s not working. Fuck I need a lot more alcohol. I’ll just have to stop at the corner market and pick up a couple of huge bottles of Beam. Maybe more than a couple cause I think I’m going to need it over the never couple of days.
The rest of my night planned I turn around and find myself starring into Justin’s blue eyes, and suddenly I can’t move. Shit I wonder how much he heard? He tilts his head just a little bit and I know he must have gotten an ear full. Maybe he’ll forgive me after hearing it though, and I hold my breath as we watch each other. Please just forgive me Justin. So we can go home and pretend like non of this ever happened. So we can just forget about it, and be together. So I can go home to you. Come on. I see him sway and look away from me and when I follow his line of sight I see Ben standing at his side. Their arms linked together and I can feel my blood boil. I can see Ben’s saying something but I’m to far away to hear, but then Justin nods his head and looks back to me. Come on Jus, just come back to me. Come on. He gives me a sad smile but instead of walking towards me, they turn and continue on down the street.
“Fuck,” I breath out as I shake my head. This isn’t good at all. No, I can't let this happen. I can’t let him walk away from me and not even try to get him back. I take off out of the alley and as I turn the corner I can see them starting into Woody's.
"Justin!" I say picking up my speed just a bit. I can't believe they got so far. How long was I standing there? "Justin stop! Wait!" I watch as he and Ben turn towards me and I really wish that Ben would just keep on walking, but I doubt that’ll happen so I'll just have to suck it up and deal. Hell I've dealt with worse.
"Come on Justin let's just go," I hear Ben say as I get to the bottom of the stairs and stare into Justin's eyes practically begging him not to go. I watch as Justin looks to Ben and then back to me, Hoping, beyond hope at this point that he'll just give me a minute to... shit I don't even know what. But something, anything.
"I'm sorry Brian..." Justin says, and I can't believe it. As he turns to walk away I run up the two steps and I grab a hold of his wrist and he turns to me again with questioning eyes.
"Let him go!" Ben growls at me. But I pay him no mind as I just continue to stare into Justin's eyes letting him see just how much I know I fucked up. But also the fact that I really want to make this better between us anyway I can. "I said let him go!" I hear Ben again right before I feel his hand against my chest and shoving me away. I immediately let go of Justin's hand as I feel myself falling but Justin automatically reaches out for me.
"Brian!" I hear him yell and watch as his eyes get huge as he grabs a hold of my wrist. But it's to late I'm falling and now he's coming down with me. I hit the pavement hard and feel my head hit the pavement as well right before I have my arms full of Justin.
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"Are you okay?" I ask worriedly as I grab him around the waist and I can see the worry in his eyes and tears filling up in them as well, and I think shit. "Where are you hurt?"
"I'm fine," he says shaking his head a bit as a tear falls over and I grab him to me holding onto him tight as I bury my face in his neck and wraps his fingers in my hair putting his head in my neck as well.
"Justin?" I hear Ben question and I look up to see him standing over us and I tighten my grip on Justin.
"Bri..." Justin says shakily as he pulls back a bit, and I look to him to see his eyes clouded over in fear and I can feel him start to shake in my arms, and now I'm really fucking worried.
"Justin?" I question with fear in my voice, I know.
"The blood," he says completely dazed and I don't even think he's here with me anymore. Shit!!
"No...no not this," he says shaking his head and closing his eyes tightly.
"Justin," I say trying to break through, what I know is probably a flash back. This isn't good at fucking all. "Come on Sunshine stay with me here," I say a little more urgently as I try to keep the panic out of my voice; but I know it's in vain.
"Justin," Ben says and I look up to see him kneeling down and I feel his arms come around Justin.
"No," Justin whimpers and buries his face into my neck once again. I quickly put my hand into his hair keeping him tightly against me.
"Back the fuck off!" I say through clenched teeth and watch as the surprise hits him and he does indeed back off. Knowing that he's not going to try to take him away from me again I turn my attention back to Justin. "It's okay Sunshine, I'm right here."
"Brian, please," he begs me in such a tone that it breaks my heart. I know that tone. It's the one that's begging me to make the pain stop.
"I know, it's going to be okay," I say as I start to stand us up. I feel a pair of arms coming around my sides and I quickly look to my side to make sure that Ben is still where I left him. He is, and so I let however it is helping us, do so.
"Give him to me," I hear Ben say as we finally make it to our feet and I quickly turn Justin away from him.
"I already fucking told you, that you don’t get to decide shit where Justin is concerned! Do you understand me?” I say completely and utterly pissed by now. I can't believe the audacity of this fucker.
"Oh my god," I hear Justin whisper, and I look to him immediately worried by his paleness and wide eyes.
"Jus," I start but he cuts me off.
"You love me," he says in complete shock with furrowed brows and I got to say I feel the same way. ‘Cause I sure as fuck wasn't expecting that. I suddenly see his eyes go a little crossed and then he just fucking faints. Right here in my arms, and I don't even think before I have him swept up tightly into my arms.
I kiss his forehead and make my way to the Jeep, not bothering with anyone or anything else as I get him into the passenger seat quickly and buckle him up. I close the door gently as not to disturb him, and run over to the other side.
"Brian!" I hear Ben yell but I don't wait for him, I just get into the Jeep and start her up. I have to get Justin home now! As I throw the Jeep into gear though that ass stands right in front of me with his hands on the hood. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"I'm taking him home," I say out the window. "Now get the fuck out of my way, before I run your ass over." I say in a no nonsense tone that anyone in there right mind would be worried about. Even big boy Ben here. I rev the engine and raise my eyebrows at him and it seems he gets the point that he indeed does not have a say when it comes to Justin and moves out of the way, and as soon as he does I take off, and head straight for home.