Justin’s POV It’s been almost two months since Brian and I started dating and life’s been good. Well, for me anyway. Brian still appears at my front door at Christ only knows what time with fresh bruises; personally I think my mother’s all up for adopting him. I’m sat at my laptop, attempting to type an essay of American history which has to be my worst subject, yet not getting past the title. It’s nearing 3am, and my essay’s due in at 8. Massaging my temples, I shut the computer and head down to the kitchen for a drink. As predicted, there’s a knock on the door as I pass it, so I casually unlatch it, letting Brian in. He stumbles in, following me to the kitchen. As I pass the freezer, I pass an ice bag to him, moving on the fridge and the juice which was my whole reason of coming downstairs. “Thanks Jus…I don’t know where else I’d go…” Exactly, if he went to Michael’s, Debbie would have a cow. If he stayed home his dad would kill him (no joke) so this was his only option, he didn’t get any adult hassle. “It’s fine”, I answer, flashing a tired smile. Brian POV That’s one of the reasons I love this boy so much. He’s always there to help me when Jack has a fit. It’s not like I plan on showing up at Justin’s, I just let my feet lead me to safety. Which always seems to be here; the rich part of town where everyone’s a member of the fucking neighbourhood watch and every house has so many locks on their doors It puts Alcatraz to shame. I press the ice pack against my swollen eye before slipping onto one of the bar stools, elbows resting on the countertop. I watch my blonde shuffle about the kitchen sluggishly, I’m screwing up his sleep patterns, I know that. Tell that to Jack. As he passes me, I reach out and tug him to me by the front of his grey sweats, tucking his head under my chin as he yawns. My poor baby. Slowly I slide off the stool, any faster and I’d fall over and die. Okay, maybe dying is pushing it but I feel that way. I’ll be stiff in the morning and not in a positive life affirming way. Taking his hand, I lead my half sleeping twink up to his room and push him onto the bed. Automatically he buries himself under his blue check duvet as I close the door and toe off my shoes. It takes a while but I eventually manage to join him under the covers, spooning up behind him. And I thank whoever’s listening up there for my blonde angel.