Justin sat in the middle of the cafe by himself. He had been staring at his cell for the past twenty minutes. It was Friday and Brian still hadn't called him back. "Hey Jus." Justin glanced up. "Ton." "What're you doing?" The boy shrugged. "Thinking." "Heard from Brian?" He shook his head. "Why don't you call him again?" She suggested. "I've already left him tons of messages." Tonya took a seat next to him. "So what're you going to do?" "Fuck if I know." Tonya smiled. "I know. Why don't you come with Ant and I? We're heading up to Boston tomorrow." Justin shrugged again. "I-" "Come on Taylor. You need a break. I'm sick of watching you mope around all week." She pleaded. "I-" "Say you're coming with us." "Tonya." He whined. "Justin." "Fine." He gave in. "Good." She smiled. "Ant rented a car so we'll be at your place around 11ish. Kay?" Justin rolled his eyes. "I can't believe I'm doing this." "Just relax. Have fun. Fuck a million guys and forget about ol' what's his name." "I still love him, Ton. We're still together...I think." He trailed. Tonya nodded. "I know. He's probably just been busy." "Look if i'm going to be heading out with you guys I better get packed, right?" "Right." Tonya said wearily, worried about her friend. Justin smiled. "11ish tomorrow." "See yeah then." She smiled back as the blond rushed off. Tonya noticed that he had left his cell on the table. "Hey Jus..." She started but he was already out the door. She shrugged and figured she'd give it to him tomorrow. The small brunett sat in the cafe for a long time. She couldn't help but feel sorry for Justin. Brian seemed like a nice enough guy and it was obvious he cared deeply about the blond. But she remembered studying cases like this as psychology intern. It almost always turned out that the significant other was cheating. She couldn't do anything but listen in those cases but she could do something about this. She flipped through Justin's address book and found the number to the loft. "Hello?" A female answered. She was a little taken aback. "Umm, I'm sorry I think I have the wrong number. I'm looking for Mr. Brian Kinney." "Yeah. He's here. Hang out a sec." Before Brian came to the phone, Tonya had already hung up. Fuck That's the last thing she expected. Brian was cheating on her friend with a....a...woman. ~-~-~~-~-~~-~-~~-~-~~-~-~~-~-~~-~-~~-~-~~-~-~~-~-~ Justin absent mindedly threw clothes into his backpack. What the fuck was he thinking? Going to Boston? Not that he didn't love hanging out with Tonya and Anthony. Just what the fuck? Things were so screwed up right now. Last weekend was so good, they were together, and now...now Brian wouldn't even return a fucking phone call. He promised himself he wouldn't call Brian again. Not until Brian called him, but then he found himself digging around for his cell. Shit Now he remembered. He left it at Sun. And he didn't have a landline. He hoped Tonya picked it up. Maybe the cancer had come back. But Brian knew better, didn't he. He would have told Justin. Wouldn't he? What if he had...gotten something. God, Justin didn't even want to think that. He didn't want to acknowledge that. The canvas across the room caught his eye. He hadn't painted in over almost a week. Shit, shit, shit. He walked over to the easel and picked up the entire thing, throwing it across the room. His frustration with the whole thing was beyond reason as he started picking up random objects and just chucking them where ever. Well fuck Brian if he wasn't going to call him. Fuck him. Fuck it all to hell. Fuck their relationship. Fuck....just fuck it.