Brian’s POV I try to concentrate on the doctor’s voice as he shows me the x-ray and points out what he’s going to do. Alright I get it! Just fucking do it. I’ll work hard in rehab, just get on with it, why are we waiting? “Do you understand Brian?” “Yea, when can we do it?” Cut the crap doc, let’s get this show on the road. “Well, our next step is the surgery of course.” He addresses my parents as well, looking all professional in his little white coat. “The next available date is Tuesday, this will give you a day to rest some more, and hopefully the swelling will go down.” “Sounds good.” My parents nod and I try to hop off the table. “Whoa there, just take it easy, and no food or liquids 10 hours before your surgery.” “Sure thing Doc.” I know I’m being kinda rude but I’m itching to get out of here. Justin’s POV I finally grow a pair and suck it up and dry my eyes, realizing that no one can help me but me. Pulling out my cell phone and the scrap of paper Debbie gave me last night, I decide to call her. My fingers shake a bit as I dial, I breathe deep and wonder if it would be better if no one picked up. Before I can rationalize it, Debbie picks up with a brash “Y’ello?” I clear my throat, “Debbie? It’s Justin.” “Oh baby! Are you okay? What’s wrong? Where should I pick you up?” Before she turns on the sirens I stop her, “Debbie, I’m fine,” here we go, “I was just wondering, you know, what you said yesterday…” ever eloquent Taylor. “You are welcome here anytime Sunshine.” “Um, thanks. Where do you live?” She rattles off directions and I quickly memorize them. We end the call and I wipe my nose on my sleeve, ready to start this new life, I start my car and pull back onto the road. From a runaway train Caught beneath the wheels Of a runaway train I know how it feels To be a runaway train Its alright, its ok, its alright Brian’s POV I really want to see Justin but the pain meds the good doctor gave me are making me all woozy and tired. My parents forced me back upstairs when we got home, telling me Justin can wait. I try to stay awake in my bed to ask my mom for my cell phone but as soon as my head hits the pillow, I’m out. Justin’s POV Debbie welcomes me graciously, but isn’t too pitying, thank god, I don’t think I could have handled that. She said I get the guest room but currently Mikey is using it, and I told her I refused to kick him out, no matter how annoying he is. So that means I’m stuck on the sofa for the next couple nights. She gave me a tour of the house, and I can’t say I’m not surprised. It’s sorta like her Diner vest exploded and had a litter of tacky plastic figurines. My new room has 70’s motorcycle wall paper, but Debbie said I could take it down if I wanted, praise Jesus. Hey, at least there isn’t a mountain of beer and wine bottles in the garage. The day passes by rather slowly, me idly sketching a certain soccer player and wandering the weird, little house after Debbie left for the Diner. I keep my cell phone close, just in case. I know Brian is probably knocked out from all the pain medication (and probably happy about that part, haha) but couldn’t he send just a little text, seeing as he’s most likely not going to be at school tomorrow, I wonder when his surgery is going to be. I throw down my charcoal pencil and resolve to call Brian one more time, just in case. I get his voicemail again and decide against leaving him another message, he’ll call when he can, I hope. I toss my phone down on the couch and leaning my head back against the velour animal print. I’m bored once again and decide to relieve my bladder, I head upstairs and am about to open the door when I hear someone moaning and breathing heavy. Oh God, Mikey! GROSS!!!!!!! “Mmmmm yea, Brian!” Aw HELL no! This is disgusting, Christ he sounds like he’s getting close, fuck, walk away Justin!! Walk away!!! I’m rooted to the spot and I hear him cum, that’s so revolting, pick up your feet and move!! I turn and start to walk away when the door opens and out comes boy wonder, he better have washed his hands!! I turn to say hi but he has something in his hand. “Hey Mikey, what’s that?” No no no no no fucking way… is that my? “Oh, um nothing!” His voice cracks in embarrassment, he tries to hide it behind his back, the little fucktard. “What. Is. It.” I glare at him, he flinches under my stare and he brings my sketchbook out from behind his back, hanging his head in shame. “I can’t fucking believe you.” “I’m sorry its, just… you’re really good…” Oh THANKS “Have you ever actually seen it?” I am not discussing Brian’s cock with this little fucking twerp. “You know what? Just keep it, I don’t want it back.” Not after he touched it, he probably got his cum on it, gross Justin! “Thanks!” Yea, don’t mention it. “Don’t ever fucking touch my stuff again or there will be hell to pay.” I can almost hear him gulp and I brush past him and head back down the stairs, swallowing down the little puke taste in my mouth. I count up the rest of my sketch books, thank god he only took my doodling one, but it still had over half the pages left, those things are expensive asshole! I put the stack under the couch, making sure they are well hidden and head the front door. I don’t really know where I’m going, but I feel like a walk right now. The fresh, cool air feels good in my lungs and I keep walking, slowing down a little to enjoy the scenery. I let my mind wander, not forcing it in or away of any direction. Nothing of any importance comes up and I soon find myself on Liberty Avenue. I stroll down the street, getting a few leers from some guys but ignoring them. Suddenly I hear a banging on a store window, I turn my head and its Emmett. I lost track of where I was going and ended up in front of Torso. He waves me into the store and greets me with a huge hug and a “Baby!” And a little Debbie-esque slap on the head. “Hey what was that for!” I rub my head, the looseness of his wrists are better for aerodynamics I s’pose. “For not telling me you were still going out with Brian!!” “We saw you guys at the Diner, I assumed you knew!” “Well, after the whole Cynthia thing I thought you guys might have broke it off!” “Nope, I was super pissed, but we’re fine now.” Well I’m fine. Almost reading my mind, “How’s he doing?” Maybe if he’d call me I’d know…. “Not too good, he did something to his knee and he needs surgery, he might lose his scholarship.” It feels weird telling someone this. I don’t know what emotion to have, so it comes out a little disinterested and cold. “Oh, I’m so sorry baby.” He hugs me and I really don’t know why, but it feels good. “Hey, you want to grab lunch? I’m doing the owner a favor by being here anyway so I can leave whenever I want.” “Sure, we could go to the diner.” Emmett’s fun and I guess I have to tell him I’m moving in with Debbie, at least he will occupy my time while I wait for Brian to call. I smile at Emm as he turns and grabs his purple, leopard print jacket. “Let’s go baby!”