The song Justin’s singing is “I just wanna take you home” by Nick Carter
The early morning sun streamed in through the loft window and awoke Brian from his sleep. He immediately sensed something was not right when he felt a warm body curled up against him. He propped himself up on his elbows and turned to the side and noticed a mop of blond hair sticking out from under the duvet. What he did the night before suddenly rushed through his sleep-addled brain as he pulled back the covers and discovered the sexy, lithe body of Justin. “Oh shit,” he mumbled to himself when he realized what happened. “Fuck, I had sex with the kid,” he said, frightened of the consequences. “Good morning,” Justin said with a satisfied grin on his face. “What the fuck are you doing here?” This was a first. Brian never let anyone stay the night. “We made love. Don’t you remember?” “Oh fuck!” “I can see you’re not happy about it.” “How can I be? It was a mistake,” Brian said brusquely. After the great sex they had, Justin couldn’t believe the words that tumbled from Brian’s lips. He was really hurt by what the older man said and the pain was clearly mirrored on his face. Without saying anything, Justin stood up and got dressed. He left without a word, leaving behind Brian having second thoughts. ********************************* “Justin WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU? GEEZ, I WAS SO FUCKING SCARED.” Kip jumped to his feet and quickly moved toward his lover. “Kip, we gotta talk,” Justin said seriously to his boyfriend as he entered the hotel room. “Before you say anything, you have to know that I had no idea about Emmett and his stupid, vicious plans.” “I know that and it’s not the reason why I want to talk,” Justin explained. “Then what?” a very confused Kip asked. Although, he was relieved that Justin wasn’t angry with him anymore, he had a bad feeling anyway. “It’s about us,” Justin started to say. Suddenly, Kip was afraid of what Justin was going to say to him. He wasn’t sure he wanted to hear it but he stiffened his resolve and sat on the edge of the bed and waited for the blonde to continue. “I spent the night with someone else, Kip. I know that saying I’m sorry is not enough but I want you to believe that I really am.” “Do I know him?” Kip asked; the pain was evident on his face. “I don’t think it matters. Even though I said I’m sorry I don’t want to be forgiven.” “What do you mean by saying you don’t want to be forgiven?” “Don’t get me wrong, Kip. I think you’re a wonderful person. It’s just that I’m not in love with you anymore. Maybe I never have been. Even if I don’t see that person again I’ve come to realize that if I felt the need to cheat on you I couldn’t have been as in love with you as I thought. It isn’t fair to either of us to just keep pretending that we are. It’s not right for you or me. I know you must hate me now…” he let his voice trail. “Actually, if there’s anyone that should be sorry, its me. I had a feeling that you didn’t love me but I was hoping that eventually you might grow to love me so I kept quiet and didn’t say anything.” “I’ll be going. I’ll be back in the afternoon to pick up my things since you won’t be here.” Justin was about to leave, but Kip stopped him. At first he was afraid but then he realized that all Kip wanted to do was to hug him. “Good luck, Justin,” Kip spoke softly, his eyes filled with sadness. “Thank you. You’re the best person I’ve ever known.” Justin took one last look at the man who had always been there for him at a time in his life when he needed someone. It was with sadness and regret in his heart he left the room knowing he was doing the right thing. **************************************************** Weeks passed and Justin had finally found a little apartment in one of the cheapest and most dangerous areas of L.A. He kept on singing, as agreed on by his contract, however he had lost all interest in the glitter and shine of the music world. In fact, tonight was to be his last concert at Insomnia. He thought it was funny that his last gig would be in the place where he had his first one. Girl, I don’t know what to say I feel so insecure So I start off by saying a cliche Like I’ve seen you before, yeah But why play games And all these dates Who needs flowers? When all you wanna I say is So much had changed since his last concert. Finally, he was able to comprehend the harsh reality of L.A. Gone was the enthusiasm of the first night and even when he sang for his own amusement the words sounded cold and lifeless. I just wanna take you home We can make a story of our own Please don’t get me wrong I just wanna… The first few weeks in L.A. had been very important to him and he had learned a lot. He had matured so much since he arrived, both as a singer and as a person. In fact, Justin found there was no comparison to the life he left behind in Pittsburgh. Don't you hate it when you sweat And your legs are going numb Then you get that feeling of regret And it makes you wanna run, oh yeah But there I am Playing nice Meeting your parents When all I wanna say is I just wanna take you home (Don’t you want to) We can make a story of our own (Yeah, just me and you) Please don’t get me wrong So please don’t get me wrong I just wanna…… After his mother’s death, Justin felt as if the earth under his feet had disappeared. His mother had been his only family and it was the reason it was so easy to fall for Kip. He needed someone who would protect him, since he couldn’t do it on his own. Tell me don’t you feel the same Someone please explain Why we have to play games Instead of just saying…yeah! All I wanna say is I…just…wanna…go I just wanna take you home (Don’t you want to) We can make a story of our own (Yeah, just me and you) Please don’t get me wrong, don’t you get me wrong I just wanna take you home, I wanna take you home We can make a story of our own, oh yeah Please don’t get me wrong Please don’t get me wrong Please don’t get me wrong I just wanna take you home So please don’t get me wrong I just wanna… The song ended and so did his career. He was happy knowing that some people would always remember him. The only thing that Justin would miss was the warmth of his fans and of course, another famous rock star. “Justin.”