EXPERIENTIA DOCET Noli me vocate, ego te vocabo Don't call me, I'll call you This is Chapter 11 in the "EXPERIENTIA DOCET" series. Narrated by Justin Taylor and Brian Kinney Featuring: Nicholas Brendon, Anthony Stewart Head, Michael Novotony, Cynthia Morgan, and others Series Rated NC-17 and contains no warnings or spoilers. September 2002 Summary: Phone conversations leading up to the Justin getting on the plane. Disclaimer: no profit made… The Boys are not mine… No matter how much I’d love to have them… * * * * * * * “Hey Daph.” “Oh my god… Justin! What’s going on? I like called you last night, why didn’t you call me right back.” “Daph it was like 1:30 your time by the time I got home. I figured that I would wait. Besides, I’m calling you now.” “Sooo…” “Soooooooo what?” “Come on… don’t keep me in suspense here. What is this I hear about a boyfriend? Spill!” “Daph.” “Justin, spill.” “Okay… okay. Geez! His name is Brian. Brian Kinney. He’s an ad exec. He’s hot, kind… and he loves me.” “AHHHHH! No way. So when did you meet him? Where did you meet him? Where does he live? When can I meet him? Come on, I want details. Is he good in bed?” “Daph! I don’t think that is any of your business.” “Hey now I tell you all about my love life… it’s time to share.” “He came here to get me to do an ad for someone. Remember Mr. Jacobs from the club?” “The one who had the hots for your mom?” “Yeah the same one.” “Yeah so? What about him?” “Well he wants ME to be in this ad for him. He had Brian come here to try and get me to do it. To make a long story short… we got together, I got pissed at him, we made up… and now we just see where we go from here.” “So he lives there?” “He lives in Pittsburgh. He works at Vanguard.” “No shit! That’s like the best firm in the area. Oh shit, Justin. So he’s hot?” “Let’s just say that I saw the face of god, Daph.” “Oh shit. Justin. I am soo fucking jealous. So what now? I mean what’s going to happen now that he lives here and you there?” “We were going to still try being in a relationship, but I don’t know Daph.” “What? What happened?” “Nothing. Okay, so I’m not sure that it’s nothing… I don’t know really, Daph. I had heard things about him… things that would make your head spin.” “What things?” “Simply… he’s a … a slut? It’s not that bad, but you know what I mean. He likes to sleep around… a lot. And well he said that he wasn’t going to be like that. That he wanted to be with only me.” “He didn’t?” “That’s the thing, Daph. I don’t know for sure. I was supposed to call him the other night, and he wasn’t home. I tried three different times. Then last night… he never called. I don’t know what to think. I want to believe that he isn’t doing it, but…” “So what are you going to do?” “I don’t know. I really don’t know. I want to give him the benefit of the doubt… but then again I can’t get what everyone else is saying out of my head. I want to. God I want to.” “To hell with what everyone else says. If you think that he’s not… if that’s what your heart is telling you… then listen to it. Who the fuck cares what anyone else says?” “Thanks, Daph.” “Feel better?” “Yeah. A little.” “Then my job has been accomplished. So… How did that meeting on the movie go?” * * * * * * * “Hello.” “Brian. Um.. how’s it going?” “Mikey. It’s going… what the hell do you think? Now what’s the real reason why you’re calling?” “What can’t call my friend without a reason?” “Normally, yes… but Mikey that’s not you. You want something. What is it?” “We’re going out to Woody’s tonight. You coming?” “I don’t know, Mikey. I have things I have to take care of… shit for this fucking campaign. I have a meeting in the morning with Vance and a whole lot of other shit that needs to be done before Friday.” “What’s Friday? When is HE coming?” “Friday I have a meeting with Mr. Jacobs. And when He is coming is none of your damn business Mikey. Why do you care? You don’t honestly think that I’m going to put him in the same fucking room with the ‘fan club’? Fuck that.” “But Brian, I haven’t seen you in a long time. First you were gone for months, and since you’ve been home you haven’t been out with us.” “You’ve seen me, Mikey… and I have a lot of work to do. Vance is being an ass, and I have a lot to catch up on since I was away for a while. Shit Mikey, it’s not like I went away on a fucking vacation for two months, I was working. And now I still have work. When things calm down I will go out. I’ll meet you guys at Woody’s Saturday… that’s the best I can do. Now can I get back to work so hopefully I can do that?” “So what will happen when He gets here?” “Mikey.” “What? I think it’s a valid question.” “Drop it. I’m not going to discuss Justin with you. What goes on between the two of is just that… between the two of us. So leave it alone.” “But….” “Bye Mikey.” * * * * * * * “Justin! Hey… look sorry about the other night.” “So now you call? I thought you would call last night.” “I thought you were going to call. Fuck! Talk about miscommunication.” “You can say that again. So what’s up?” “I miss you.” “Ha, I miss you too. God Brian, we really need to work on this whole communication thing you know. I don’t know if my nerves can handle much more of this.” “I know what you mean. I’m sorry I missed your call the other night.” “It’s okay. I mean … it’s not okay, but it is. Am I making any sort of sense?” “A little.” “I just really wanted to talk to you. I was having a rough day, and I just…” “I’m sorry. What was wrong? What happened?” “I guess it’s just the thought that I was coming home… you know with my mom, and with the whole reason why I left. I don’t know, I guess I just sort of freaked.” “I know all about freaking out. Wanna talk about it? I’m here now.” “I don’t know… I’m just nervous is all.” “What about? You nervous about seeing your folks again?” “Partly yeah. Also… I mean, what if… What if I see him again?” “I won’t let that asshole near you. If he even looks at you, he’ll regret ever being alive.” “Thanks. It’s just strange is all. This will be the first time I’ve been home since the day I left. The first time that I even thought about that damn city since that day.” “Justin… you know I wouldn’t let anything happen to you don’t you? I would never let that happen.” “I know.” “So what else is bothering you?” “What isn’t? … I went to that party. Remember the one for the article.” “How’d that go?” “I realized once again how fake people can be. How much everyone wants me to conform to their belief in what should be… how people should act and such.” “Ahhh. They want you to conform huh?” “Yeah.” “Listen. If they don’t like you for who you are they can just fuck themselves.” “It’s not that simple Brian. There is a certain way of life here … certain protocol here that needs to be followed. Do you have any idea how hard it is for a gay man to even get a job around here? It’s not easy. And if I rock the boat even a little they will fuck everyone over. I just know it.” “Justin they won’t do anything. You’re passionate at what you do, your damn good at what you do. The fans don’t give a shit so why should everyone else? If they don’t like it Justin then fuck ‘em. Do what you feel is right, but I’d hate to see you lose yourself for someone else’s belief at how you should be. Isn’t that why you left your dad’s house cause he wanted you to pretend to be someone your not? Isn’t that why you left? Cause you wouldn’t do what he said… you wouldn’t lie to yourself. Don’t do it Justin… lie to everyone else, but don’t lie to yourself. You’ll only end up with nothing in the end.” “You’re right. It’s just that it’s so hard. It’s hard to NOT think about it. I know that if I don’t give in than I’ll be stuck… my career as it is, could very well be over.” “Justin… come on. You have never hidden who you are, and you’ve still gotten parts right? You have been in movies and hell this damn show. They knew before you were hired that you were gay. That’s not going to change. If someone has a bug up their ass then you don’t need them or their fucking script. You’re bigger than that.” “Thanks. For some reason you always make me see what I don’t want to believe. Thank-you.” “My pleasure. So anyway you can get your nice bubble butt here sooner?” “Ha. I wish. God, Bri. This is pure torture you know that. Not having you here with me… I start… I think… it’s just not easy. I want you here.” “I know what you mean. I feel the same way. I’m sorry, baby.” “For what?” “Everything. Everything.” “I should get back to work. I miss you, Bri.” “Miss you, too.” “Later.” “Yeah… I’ll call you tonight. Later.” * * * * * * * “So when did they say we had to be back?” “We get a whole two weeks. Hence, why the hell we have been busting our asses this past week. Fuck, remind me to never do this crap again, okay?” “Come on, Justin. You love it and you know it.” “Yeah right. With the damn party on Monday, then this extra hours starting on Wednesday… this is killing me.” “Whiner.” “Bitch. I am not. I’m just soo tired is all.” “It wouldn’t happen to have ANYTHING to do with the fact that you talk to your boyfriend for hours and hours each night now would it?” “Fuck you.” “Na thanks, I’ll save that for him.” “Okay so I don’t get much sleep at night and it isn’t completely due to work. But can you blame me? Anyway, I just wanted to make sure you guys are set for Wednesday. Cause if you need anything I can get Brian on it.” “We should be set. If I think of anything in before we get on the plane I’ll let you know.” “It’s only three days away.” “So, your point being?” “Jerk. Anyway from what Brian said we should be meeting with his Partner when we get there. Then meet Mr. Jacobs on Thursday. Then it will be just doing the actual ad. Simple.” “Good. And frankly I hope it works out so we can just have a couple of days to sit and relax. Now if there’s anything I need it’s that.” “Here here. Okay so I’ll see ya on set tomorrow.” “Okay, see ya then.” * * * * * * * “Hey.” “Do you have any idea what time it is?” “Yes. It’s 11:30.” “Smart ass, you know what I mean. Do you have any idea what time it is here?” “Oh… that’s what you mean. Sorry did I wake you?” “Nah. I was just working on this damn shit that these assholes fucked up on. You’re late, Sunshine.” “I told you I would work late today since I’m leaving tomorrow. I’ve been working late every night for the past couple of days remember?” “Oh yeah, I remember now. So what time is your flight arriving again?” “Two fifteen. So who’s going to be there to meet us? Since I know that you’re not letting me rent a car.” “I’ll be there. Then we’ll drop the shit off at the hotel, alone with Nick’s wife, and head to meet with Vance.” “Fun. Fun. And Nick’s wife isn’t shit.” “You know what I mean, twat.” “Yeah well, that’s why you love me.” “Yeah.” “Okay here’s a stupid question. If we’re dropping Nick’s wife and their stuff off at the hotel…what about my stuff? Where are we going to put it?” “Easy we’ll put in the jeep. Problem with that?” “No, just asking. And you’re awfully sure of yourself aren’t you? Who’s to say that I’m staying with you?” “Oh you’re not huh?” “Well you know, I’m sure that I could find someplace to stay. I don’t think I’d be hurting for a roof over my head.” “Ahhh. I get it. Well if not then I guess I’ll just have to kidnap you.” “Kidnap me? That would be against the law. You would go to jail.” “They’d be hard pressed to make the charges stick if you’re a willing participant, and I am sure that you won’t be complaining too much. At least not about staying with me, maybe some soreness but not because I took you home with me.” “I like the way that sounds. What do you have planned, Mr. Kinney?” “Don’t call me that. What hardon I have will quickly disappear.” “I’m sure I can help you with that.” “And what do you have planned, Mr. Taylor.” “Oh you’ll see. It’s a surprise, and I know for a fact that it’s one that you will like.” “Now who’s sure of themselves?” “Okay, I better let you go. Some of us have a flight to catch in the morning.” “See you soon.” “Oh yeah… can’t wait. Later.” “Later.” * * * * * * * TBC…