------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ AN Stuff in Italic is a flashback. WE want to thank our beta Sid for a wonderful job. Wel love you. I also want to thank the girls for all they did, and I want to thank my writing partner on this...Grace..I love you and thanks for being my muse. You keep me laughing. Also Karen..for being there for us...we love you. Shauna..big hugs..this is for you. Roo....well we both love you and this is also for you...hope all is well. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- JTF 2 Justin “Justin, I’m getting hungry, why don’t we go into this diner and get something to eat?” Chris nudges me, smiling. Nodding, I take his hand as we walk into the diner, “Yeah, I’m starving too.” “You could always eat like a pig and not gain a pound,” I say, laughing as we take a seat, facing each other. The waitress comes and takes our orders. We just sit and look at each other for a few minutes. “This has been a great day,” I smile. “I agree,” he starts to say as the waitress comes over with our meals. He takes a few bites and looks at me, placing his hand on mine. “It’s been great spending time together.” Nodding at him I lean over, kissing his hand. “It’s been one of the best days.” “Yes it has, now why aren’t you eating, what’s on your mind?” He smiles. “The future,” I whisper out. “What about it is keeping you from eating your pink plate special?” I look across the table and he’s gone, replaced by the face of Debbie. “Uh, what?” I quietly whisper. “You said the future. You were thinking about the future when I asked you what you were thinking.” “Oh, umm sorry, I kind of dazed out.” She looks down at the drawing. “Who’s the good looking guy?” She asks pointing at it. Looking down I see that I have once again drawn Christian, the one person who has hurt me the most in my life. “Yeah, who’s the hunk?” I jump when I see Brian behind me, looking over my shoulder. “Brian, don’t do that,” I say, covering up Chris’ picture with another drawing I did of the diner. He smirks at me before moving around to sit next to me, and looks up at Debbie who gives him a loving slap on the side of the head, and a warning look before walking away. “You’re really good.” I look back over to what Brian is looking at and he’s going through my drawings. I try to take them back and he stops me. “Justin, why are you trying to hide these?” I reach for them again and he puts his arm up to stop me. Looking at him I can’t help but smile when he raises an eyebrow. “Brian, please give them to me.” He gives in and hands them to me. “Why are you so self-conscious? You’re a great artist. So who’s the hunk, an ex-lover perhaps?” “Look, I would rather not talk about him. It’s still a sore subject.” I feel him put a hand on my shoulder. “Ok, no pressure on who the hunk is, but I cannot say the same for your art. From what I have seen you have a great talent. Can I hire you to do something for me? You know, sort of like a personal favor?” I look at him, wondering where he’s going with this. Brian “How so?” He asks, putting his stuff up in his bag. He’s shy about his work. “Well, I want you to do something for me.” I pull out a board and show it to him. "What's this?" Justin asks me. "It’s a board." I smirk making him smile. "I know that, but it's not a good one. The colors are all wrong, they don’t fit together." Justin looks at the board. "I know. That’s why I want you to fix it." Justin looks up at me like I grew a second head. "You want me to do what?" I can’t help the little chuckle that comes out. “Justin, I want to see if you can fix what these fucking idiots ruined. I’ll pay you for your time and you can use the office if you want.” He’s still looking at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Brian, you’ve only seen what I have here.” He leans back taking a bite of his fry. “I know and you’ve impressed me with your talent already,” I say, pointing to his drawings. “I need this in two days.” “Two days, Brian, and I didn’t say I would do it.” I smile and he looks at the boards and I know he’s right where I want him. “Two days Sunshine. I know you can do it. I can see the wheels in your head turning.” He looks up at me. “And I’ll pay you for your time, and what they were getting on this account, as well as commission when they accept the account.” He looks back down at the board. “Ok, I’ll do it this time.” I smile knowing he would. “But only because you seem to be in a bind.” Nodding my head, “Well I thank you. I guess I am kind of in a bind.” “So, can I use your art department tonight?” He looks at me and I nod and put an arm around his shoulder once again. “You bet. Come on I’ll give you a ride, I have some things to do there anyway.” I stand up and he stands up next to me, picking up the board as we head out the door and to the car. Opening the door for him as he gets in and just for spite I lean over and buckle him in, kissing his lips as I shut the door. I walk around to the driver’s side, wondering why I just did that. What is it about this blond that is making me do things I never would have done before? Well wait, I kiss Michael, but that’s different. Once in the ‘vette I start to drive us towards the office, taking peeks at Justin, who is looking at the boards. I can tell he really knows what he wants to do. I’m actually excited to see what he comes up with. From just what I have seen of his work, he’s a talented little fucker. Even though I want to know who the hunk in the picture is. I will find out who he is and just what he did to this hunk that’s sitting before me. Oh shit, I’m talking like a damn lesbian, shoot me now, but if you do, you better fucking kill me or I’ll hunt your ass down and kill you, just to show you how it’s done. Looking at Justin again, I change my mind. I don’t want to go anywhere this blond isn’t. I’m totally giving Emmett a run for Queens-ville with my thoughts. “What?” Justin asks me while I shake my head. “Why do you keep looking at me?” “I’m not looking at you, stop flattering yourself, I’m looking at the damn boards in your hands and seeing just how messed up they are.” I look back towards the road. “Bullshit, you were looking at my dick. You aren’t getting it from me. But like I said, flirting and dancing and grinding is all fun, but it won’t go further.” He looks back own at the boards. “Why’s that? Because of that hunk you were drawing back at the diner?” He snaps his head up to look at me. “Sorry, I know I said no pressure about him, but I can see he’s hurt you.” He looks over at me and smiles. “Brian, I appreciate the concern, and yes he’s hurt me, but I would rather not discuss it.” I nod my understanding as we pull up to the office. Once inside I show him to the art department and tell him where my office is, and the number to dial if he needs me. Walking into my office, I take a seat in my chair and put my head down on the desk, taking a long deep breath and releasing it thinking ‘fuck what am I doing?’ I do some “work” but my mind keeps going back to a certain blond. “Fuck this.” I get up and go into the art department where I see Justin working on the boards. I can tell already that it’s what I wanted. “You’re a fucking genius.” He jumps at my voice and looks at me, “Uh, you scared me, and thanks. It’s just what is in my head.” “Well you’re head, top and bottom, seem to know what I’m looking for.” Shit did I just say that out loud? I must have, judging from how he’s looking at me. “Oh you know what I mean.” “Yeah, I do. And I’m glad you like it.” He looks at the boards and yawns. “Well, looks great to me. You look exhausted let me give you a ride back to your car.” He nods and picks up his stuff. Once back in the car I look over to see Justin fast asleep and instead of driving to the diner, we pull up to the loft. I climb out and open his door, slowly undoing his seat belt, lifting him up, I’m shocked at how little he does weigh. “Brian, what are you doing?” He asks drowsily. “Well Sunshine, you can’t drive in this condition, so you’re going to sleep it off here. Before you ask, it’s my place.” He simply nods and puts his head on my shoulder, closing his eyes. “Grab my bag please,” he whispers as he falls back asleep in my arms and I actually find myself staring into his gorgeous face, wondering why it is I’m treating him like I am, when I have never done this before. Taking him upstairs, I lay him in my bed, covering him up after taking his jacket and shoes off. He sighs as he falls into a deeper sleep. I sit here for what seems like hours, and as he stirs I look up at the clock and it has been two and a half hours. Two and a half hours I’ve been watching him sleep, watching his face and his lips and every inch of him. He’s an amazing young man. He starts to cough and sits up, he looks paler then usual. He gets up and staggers to the bathroom where I hear him vomiting and I do something else I would never do, unless it was Mikey, and that’s going into the room where he is. “You okay?” I ask walking towards him. He nods and looks up at me and I can tell something isn’t right. “Can you get me some water please?” I nod walking out to the kitchen. As I move back towards the bedroom and bathroom Justin stands by the steps leading into the bedroom. “Justin, you really don’t look well, you should just stay the night. I promise I won’t go after your body tonight.” Justin nods and looks at me with those piercing blue eyes and I want to take all the pain and sickness he’s feeling away. “Ok, let’s get you back to bed then.” As he turns I see him wobble and just as I’m reaching for him, he passes out, falling into my arms. “Fuck Justin, you okay? Justin, can you hear me?” Laying him down on the couch I lean over and shake him a little, “Justin, damn it wake up.” Tapping his face I start to panic, “JUSTIN, DAMN, FUCK WAKE UP!” When he doesn’t wake up I put my shoes on, picking him up, heading towards the door, picking up my keys along the way. I close the loft door and proceed to make our way to the car. I look down at Justin’s face. Putting my head against his, I whisper in his ear as a single tear rolls down my cheek, “Don’t you fucking die on me.”