Authors Note: The Sun & Co. is actually based off my fave cafe/coffee shop in NYC. I'm not for certain of the name, but I believe that's it. Justin tucked a piece of hair behind his ear as he stared into the latest piece he was working on. He was still a bit worried about not being able to get ahold of Brian on his cell. Glancing at the clock the digits stared back at him. 5:42. The older man wouldn't be home from work until at least 6:30 or even 7:00. Once more he turned back to the work in front of him, but nothing came except more anxiety. Groaning with frustration, he threw his brush down on the easel and walked over to the counter, picking up his cell. "Hello?" "Michael?" "Justin?" Justin almost laughed. "Yeah it's me Mikey. Look I was just wondering if you had spoken with Brian lately." He could hear Michael nod. "Yeah. Last night. Why?" "No reason. I just tried to call his cell this morning and got a message that it was out of service." Justin recounted. "It was working last night." Biting the inside of his cheek, Justin nodded. "Okay, well thanks. Probably misdialed or something." "You okay?" Michael asked. "Yeah. Talk to you later Mikey." He disconnected the line. Justin walked over to the counter again and picked up his pack of cigarettes, taking one out and heading back towards the window. He inhaled the nicotine and held it for a few seconds before breathing again as he tried to make sense of why Brian's phone would be out of service. "Fuck Maybe Brian was ignoring him. Maybe something bad happened that Michael doesn't even know about, maybe-" Justin stopped thinking, he was only freaking himself out. Glancing at the clock he noticed that only 7 minutes had passed. Shit. He grabbed his keys and cell and headed out of the small apartment and stood on the doorstep of his building, just watching tourists and residents mull around the East Village. Tourists alwasy came there to look at how the "bohomeian/starving artsy" type lived, but the price of apartments and living was anything but. Things didn't work out so well with Daph's friend, and so after a week he moved out and found his own place. The RAGE money came in real handy for that. "Hey Jus!" A girl approached him. Smiling, Justin waved. "Hey Tonya." "Where you headed? I thought you'd be locked away in your room, letting the creativity role." She smiled. Justin shook his head. "Needed a break. Thought i'd join the land of the living for a while." Tonya grabbed his arm. "Well now that you're out you can come to Sun & Co. with me." "But that cafe is all the way down by Wall Street. Can't you just go to Starbucks or something?" He feigned a groan. "Shut up bitch, you know they are the only ones who make my coffee the way I like it and are cheap. Fuck Starbucks and their $10 a cup." She replied leading them down to the subway trian. In twenty minues the two were seated in the small cafe. "So spill." She ordered taking a sip of the hot liquid. Justin shrugged. "Nothing." "Don't give me nothing. I didn't drag your ass all the way down here and buy you the best coffee ever to be told nothing." Tonya smirked. The blonde man sighed and took a drink of his coffee. "It's really nothing. Kind of stupid really." "Then why do you look like I told you your last painting sucked more dick then you." "God! Ton!" Justin laughed. She gave him an innocent smile before becoming serious again. "Taylor?" "Justin! Tonya!" They heard a voice scream behind them as Justin let out a sigh of releif. "Hey Ant." Justin replied scooting over to make room for the other boy. "Anthony." Tonya said. The other man took a seat next to Justin. "So what's up?" "Not much. Just trying to get Taylor here to tell me why he looks like something kicked him in the teeth." Tonya told him. "When you're a psychiatrist are you going to speak to your patients that way?" Justin replied. "Only you my dear love, only you." Anthony turned towards Justin. "So?" "Why are you all of sudden so interested in my life?" The blonde asked. The man next to him shrugged. "Cause our lives are boring?" Justin gave up, their was no way of getting out of it. Especially with these guys. "Fine. I called Brian this morning and his phone was out of service." "That all? God Jus, I thought it was something huge like he broke my heart or you couldn't get the right colored paints or something. So your boyfriends phone is out of service." Tonya laughed. "I'd have to agree with her on this one." Anthony smiled. "Fuck you guys are no help." Justin groaned. Tonya laid her hand on Justin's thigh. "We try." "J if you're that worried just call him at home." Anthony said trying to be a little helpful. "I'll do it." Tonya volunteered reaching into Justin's pocket for his phone. "Hey!" Justin tried to get it back from the smaller girl. She just laughed and searched for a few minutes. "Bri's cell, no...home. Well I'd assume you wouldn't have your apartment on speed dial." She connected the call. "Hey give that to me." Justin grasped his cell back. "Jus?" Brian asked confused. "Yeah. Sorry my friends thought it would be funny to dial you." Justin glared at the girl. "Hey why was your cell out of service this morning?" "Dropped it into some water, had to temporary cancel service until I could get another." Justin heard him rustling some paper. "Oh, well then I'll let you get back to what you're doing." Justin replied. "Hmm." Brian was obviously occupied. "Brian?" "..." "Brian?" "..." "Brian!?" "Hmm?" "Uh nothing, I'll let you go. Later." Justin disconnected the call before Brian had a chance to reply. "So?" Anthony asked, coming back to the table with his own drink. Justin shrugged. "He sounded off." "It's probably nothing." Tonya shrugged. "Yeah I hope so." Justin replied with an ever growing sinking feeling in his stomach. Something wasn't right.