“It’s not fair” Molly screams, throwing the phone towards her brother. Ducking, Justin straightens up to see the phone hit the wall. Sighing, he turns back to his sister, “Molly. You are not going.” The front door opens and Brian walks in, about to smile, but quickly frowning when he sees Molly’s tear-stained face. She stomps her feet. “You’re unreasonable!” “You just met them, Molly!” He explains for what seems like the twentieth time. “You just don’t want me to have friends!” She screams, kicking the small table by the sofa over. “That’s not true,” Justin says with exasperation. “You just met them. I don’t know them. Brian doesn’t know them. You don’t know them. You are not going to some club called ‘French Kiss’ with them. You are not going clubbing, period! For Godsake, Molly, you are thirteen years old!” “You are not being fair!” She screams again, stomping her feet. Crossing his arms, Justin just stares at her with tranquil calmness. Infuriated, Molly runs into her room, slamming the door shut so hard that the frame on the wall shakes. Immediately, the apartment is filled with sounds of loud psedu-rock music. “Bad day, honey?” Brian asks, tongue in cheek. “Shut up.” Chuckling, Brian walks over to the kitchen. For the past two days Molly had been demanding her autonomy, which as much as Brian tries to defend as normal… was starting to wrack his nerves. Pouring a drink, he walks over and hands it to his husband. “So now it’s clubbing?” “I don’t remember being this obnoxious when I was thirteen.” Taking the drink, he gulps it down. Shaking his head, he sighs, “It has to be because she misses our parents. She was never like this before. What ever happened to my sweet little sister?” Leaning against the counter, Brian shrugs, “She turned thirteen. It’ll just get worse.” “Don’t tell me that!” He laughs, shaking his head again. “It’s just hard. I can’t tell if she’s acting this way because she’s trying to be independent, or if it’s her way of dealing with our parents… or if she’s mad that we’re still in Amsterdam and not in Pittsburgh… she’s told Daan that she isn’t 100% ready to face life back home…but I dunno…I think she’s mad about it and needs someone to blame: so why not me, right?” “Sounds like all of the above to me,” Brian replies with a sigh. Looking over at the clock, he suggests, “Let’s go out for dinner.” Justin smiles softly, “I think that’s a great idea.” Walking over to his sister’s bedroom, he knocks on the door. “Hey, Moll, where do you want to go for dinner?” Opening the door, Molly pouts, but answers under her breath, “Hemelse Modder.” Justin smiles knowing full well that Hemelse Modder would have been her choice. That had become her favorite restaurant because of the stylish décor and variety of food choices. “Okay. I’m going to go change and then we can go.” Molly pretends to still be mad as she closes the door, but Justin catches the smile she tries to hide. Heading into the master bedroom, Justin grins as he watches his lover change into his nightlife clothing. Brian’s jeans hug in all the right places and his sheer black buttoned down shirt leaves little to the imagination as the light hits the delicate threads, hinting all eyes to stare at his toned stomach and slowly make their way to his endowed package. “Like what you see?” Brian asks with a smirk. Smiling, Justin simply nods before taking off his clothing and walking into their closet. Brian grins, following Justin. “Following me?” He asks. “Just your ass.” Chuckling, Justin turns back around to grab a shirt. He was feeling good. Minus the constant ups and downs with his sister, he was starting to feel like himself again. He knew that a lot of it had to do with him sleeping better. Nothing helps to put someone to sleep like an intense fucking session. And when he did wake up from a nightmare, Brian was right there to calm him and then fuck him back into the unconscious world. Life was pretty darn good. Putting on a pair of soft jeans that fit him perfectly, Justin pulls on his shirt and gives Brian his trademark smile. “Let’s eat!” Brian smiles back, glad to see Justin in a good mood. At first he thought Molly’s constant outbursts would add strain to his husband’s already overstressed mind, but instead, he was happily surprised to find Justin take his sister’s new attitude all in stride. Brian was still concerned about Justin’s nightmares, which he was still having, and he wished his partner would actually talk to him about his feelings about moving back home… but he wasn’t going to push. When Justin is ready to talk, Brian knows he’ll be there for him. Kissing his lover softly on the cheek, he whispers, “Lost in thoughts?” Smiling, Brian turns to Justin and playfully kisses the tip of his nose. “Go get your bratty sister.” Laughing, Justin returns to his sister’s room and knocks the door. “Hey, Pinky, ready to go eat?” Opening the door, she shrugs and walks back into her room to pick up her lip gloss. “Is that glitter?” Justin asks, watching his sister put the gloss over her lips. “Yep.” Justin doesn’t say anything and wonders when his sister’s sense of fashion will normalize. “I’m still mad at you.” She states suddenly. “That’s okay,” Justin answers. Sitting on Molly’s bed, he glances over at the picture she has on her night table. It’s an old family photo of his parents with both Taylor children when they were young. She had asked Brian to retrieve the photo for her when he had returned to Pittsburgh days before. Reaching out, Justin picks up the frame and smiles softly at the photo. “We were happy then.” Molly says as she brushes her hair. “We can be happy again.” “Whatever.” “Why are you being so difficult?” Justin asks calmly. “Does it piss you off?” She asks with an arched brow. “No. I’m just curious.” “It doesn’t piss you off?” “You want me to be pissed off?” He asks. Shaking her head, she mutters something under her breath and starts to put on her earrings. Putting the photo back on the table, Justin stands up. “Dansgroep Krisztina is starting their summer classes soon. I asked Brian to pick up a schedule for you to look at.” Without another word, he puts the dance company’s class schedule down on her bed. “You’re trying to kill me with kindness?” Molly snarks; ignoring the brochure. “Something like that,” Justin replies with a smile as he walks out of the room. Brian meets him by the door. “Ready?” Smiling, he nods, wrapping his arms around his husband. “I love you.” Kissing his forehead, Brian smiles back. “I love you too.”