“RISE AND SHINE BOYS!” Justin stirred slightly, burying his face into the crook of Brian’s neck as he mumbled under his breath. His pillow started to shift as there was a thump as Daphne rolled off the couch, “Oww…” she whined, sitting up, hair sticking out all over the place. Brian jabbed the blonde in the side, a yelp escaping from those slightly parted rosy lips as he cracked open one eye, blearily looking about as he rubbed them, a yawn passing his lips. Damn Debbie and her outdoor voice. Slowly, in a somewhat dream-like state, he tugged on a plain white t-shirt and his jeans, padding barefoot to the kitchen, throwing himself onto a chair as Daphne wandered in, stretching before plopping down on his lap. A slightly groggy Michael entered the kitchen, stumbling over the hem over his oversized robe as he practically walked into the fridge, grunting as he tugged out the milk. Sloppily, he poured it into four glasses as Emmett and Ted appeared. The shower could be heard upstairs and seeing as everyone bar one was now in the kitchen, it was safe to say it was Brian. Justin sat with his arms round Daphne’s waist, trying to get visions of Brian in the shower out his mind. Shaking his head, he grabbed the mug of coffee which was handed to him and sipped it, spluttering, “Deb!? Are you twying to kil meh?” he mumbled round a burnt tongue. Justin POV I watch as Brian saunters in, fully dressed and acting as if he owns the joint. He says something to Deb, receiving a smack up the back of the head. I snicker behind Daph, shaking my head as I offer a smile. What I’m not expecting is the cold look I get in return. I still ache from last night but that’s to be expected. Absentmindedly, my grip on Daphne tightens, she casts a worried look down as I shake my head to show her I’m fine. When really, I’m far from it. This is why I never let myself fall for anyone, they only end up hurting you. How could I be so naďve to think I would be any different to any other trick Brian’s with. The only problem is, I’m one of his good friends so I can’t just disappear like all the rest, no, he has to see me every day. Poor fucker. I sneer slightly, deciding that two can play his game as I lift my friend off me, depositing her on the seat before stalking out the room, casting a stoney glare at Brian as I passed. My feet bang off the floor as I storm up the stairs, slamming the bathroom door behind me as I strip and head into the shower.
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“Christ. Can you tell the elephants to stop parading in my house?” Debbie asked quietly, as she stared at the ceiling that shook every time Justin moved about. Something had put him in a fowl mood but nobody knew why. Nobody saw the glare Daphne was shooting at Brian. “Brian, a word. NOW!” she barked, stalking out the backdoor, waiting expectantly for said male to appear. Eventually, after being almost thrown out by Debbie, he shuffled out the door, lighting up a cigarette. In a rage, it was torn from his lips, thrown to the ground and stubbed out by a feminine foot before he, himself, was pushed against the wall roughly. “Of all the idiotic, humiliating and down right fucking annoying things to do!” she hissed, eyes flahsing wildly. Brian gulped slightly, laughing nervously, “What?” Daphne growled, “How very fucking dare you have sex with my best friend. Take his fucking virginity, then wake up the next morning and treat him like he doesn’t exist!” Faces had appeared by the window to watch Brian being grilled by the 5”3 raven haired girl. Nobody noticed Justin appear behind them, an eyebrow raised as he peered over Mikey’s shoulder. Brian POV Owch, fuck this girl is evil I tell you. Not only is she trying to throttle me, but now she’s trying to castrate me by hand. I squeak in pain as she sneers, “Now you will go into that fucking house, and you will treat Justin with the respect and care he deserves, get it!?” All I can do is nod pathetically as she lets me go. My body slides down the wall as I gasp for air, wincing as the door by my head slams shut and then I’m alone. Justin was just a fuck, that’s all. I don’t do love, only fucking. It's honest, it's efficient. You get in and out with the maximum of pleasure, and minimum of bullshit. I can tell Justin’s right behind me, I don’t know what to say. His breathing is heavy so I know he’s either upset or angry. Or hell, knowing my luck it’s both. Sighing, I turn to face him, his blue eyes are almost unreadable. But its still there, I can still see his disappointment in me. But I don’t care. Nope, no siree, see Brian Kinney doesn’t love, or feel anything even remotely related to that four lettered word I’ve already said far too many times already. He goes to kiss me but I shake my head, pushing him back gently. “I’ve already had you…” Then I left him. Had I been concentrating on anything other than me at the time, I probably would have seen the tears.