Brian came inside the loft and closed the door. He dropped his coat and his briefcase on the couch before he moved to his desk. He turned on his computer, sat down, rolled back his sleeves, took a deep breath and once again started his search. Brian had searched every site relating to other dimensions and anything paranormal. He couldn’t believe all the shit he was reading but there had to be an explanation as to why no one else seemed to remember Justin. Brian looked at the books that were cluttering his desk. He read some of the titles and took a deep breath. Brian asked himself if it was true that Michael was right. That he might have completely lost his mind. Maybe he had taken too many drugs and his brain wasn’t functioning the right way. Maybe Justin was a dream of what he really wanted. Maybe he made Justin up because he didn't want to be alone anymore. Brian closed his eyes and a tear drop. It couldn’t have been all a dream. Justin was real. He had to be. Brian had fallen in love with him. Justin was real, no matter what anyone said. No matter what Brian himself started to think. “Hello,” Brian said not giving the phone a chance to ring a second time. “Hi, Brian, this is Joe Parker. I just wanted to call you about something one of my boys found out. It’s not good.” Brian swallowed hard. “Tell me,” “Well, it says here that the Taylor’s left Pittsburgh twenty three years ago. They went to California.” “How is that bad?” Brian asked. “I’m not finished,” Brian closed his eyes and waited. “Eight years after that they had a car accident and died on impact.” Joe told him. “Their son was kidnapped one year before that. The police were pretty sure that they wanted him to sell him to a family with money that couldn’t have children.” Joe said. “What now?” Brian asked. “That’s where we come to an end. I have my boys working on it, Brian, but I highly doubt that we will find anything else to go on. He has a new name now which we do not know and we don’t even know if he is alive.” “Fuck,” Brian said. “Don’t say that.” “I’m sorry. I’ll call you if I know anything else.” Brian got up and threw the phone against the wall. He looked down and pushed everything away into the floor and whatever was left in the desk he picked it up and threw it across the loft. When he was done he just kept backing away until he reached the wall where his body just slumped to the floor. Brian put his hands on his face and started crying. He couldn’t lose Justin again. Not all over again. He wanted to just disappear into thin air, really have the ground open and swallow him whole. Brian was shaking from the sobs. He kept saying 'no' to nothing or anyone in particular. Then suddenly Brian started laughing like a mad man and he got up. He laughed and cried at the same time. His shoulders were shaking violently from the sobs and the laughing. “This must be hell.” Brian said looking up. “You are punishing me aren’t you? I was a fucking asshole to everyone my whole life and this is my punishment, isn’t? Fuck you.” The door to the loft opened and Michael stared in shock. He blinked a couple of time before he came in. Michael looked around but there wasn't anyone there. “Who the fuck are you talking to, Brian?” Brian dropped to his knees and just cried with more force than before if that was even possible. “I’m so sorry just let him come back, please.” Brian kept saying between sobs. “I’m sorry.” Michael started crying too as he hugged his friend. Brian had gone off the deep end and jumped into a dark abyss. He didn’t have any fucking clue what the hell Brian was talking about. He just hoped his friend would pull out of whatever he was going through. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Brian opened his eyes and looked around. He was in his bed and someone had undressed him and covered him. He sat down and looked around. The loft was completely dark. He could hear Michael talking to someone but he couldn’t understand a thing. Slowly he walked closer making sure that Michael didn’t see him. “I’m telling you that he is not okay. He just cried until he fucking fell asleep in my arms. He was not high or drunk. Could you just listen to me? Yeah, well, I’m staying the night. He might need my help. I don’t know.” Michael said in a hush voice. Brian started to make some noise to let Michael know he was up. He didn’t want to hear anything else from his friend. “Look I have to go.” Michael said as Brian came out of the room. “What are you doing here?” Brian asked. “Are you okay?” Brian walked straight into the kitchen for a bottle of water. “Brian, you have been acting really strange these past days.” “I’m okay.” “Right,” Michael said. “If there was anything wrong you would tell me, right?” Brian looked at his friend with a weird expression before he nodded. “How long did I sleep?” “About eight hours straight.” Michael said. “Oh,” “Yeah, so do you want me to stay with you?” Brian smiled and shook his head. “I’m a big boy.” “Yeah,” Michael said not sure of what to do next. “I’ll call you later.” Michael smiled. “Okay then,” As soon as the door was closed Brian went to his bed. The tears started again only this time they were more controlled. He had to accept the truth. Brian was certain that god really existed and that he hated Brian and would never let him have Justin ever again. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Brian sat down on the booth next to Michael. Ted and Emmett were staring at him when Michael cleared his throat and they just looked away. “So, Brian, how is it going?” Ted asked. Brian shrugged. “It’s going,” “That’s all you are going to say to me?” Ted asked shocked. “If you were a little more important I might bother.” Brian said. “What’s going on boys?” Debbie asked. “Can I have a cup of coffee, black?” Brian said. “Sure,” Debbie said. “Thank you.” Debbie looked at Michael that just shook his head telling her not to ask. “Hey guys,” Lindsey said. “Do you mind if we join you?” Brian looked at Lindsey and swallowed hard. Justin was standing in front of him. He couldn’t believe his luck. Brian quickly quit slouching in the seat and sat straight while tugging at his clothes. He ran his fingers through his hair and rubbed his face. When Lindsey and Justin sat down he just smiled as widely as he could. “What’s with you?” Michael asked in Brian’s ear so no one else could hear him. “What’s your name?” Brian asked Justin already knowing the answer. “This is Justin Gillard.” Emmett said. “Gillard?!” Brian asked. “You guys know each other?” “Brian, calm down.” Michael said. “He works for me.” “He what,” Brian asked screaming at the top of his lungs. “My god, are you okay?” Lindsey asked. Brian just nodded. He could not begin to express what he was feeling. Brian’s feelings were all mixed up between rage, calm, excitement, confusion, anxiety, annoyance…etc. But above all Brian was happy, very happy. “I just started a week ago.” Justin said while giving Brian an odd look. “Yeah, you were busy with work.” Michael told him. Brian just nodded and smiled at the irony of it all. It was just like the old lady at the parking lot had said. The world was so fucking big, yet so small. “So, what are you guys up to?” Emmett asked. “We are taking a break before we go back to the GLC to put up Justin’s drawings.” Lindsey said. “What can I get you guys?” Debbie asked. “Hey sunshine, how is it going?” “Great,” Justin told her smiling. “I’ll have my usual.” “I want a tuna sandwich and a coke.” Lindsey said. Debbie winked at them before she left. “Justin is a great artist.” Michael started. “Yeah, you should come to the opening.” Lindsey told Brian. “I’ll be there,” Lindsey smiled happily. Justin gave Lindsey a look about the way Brian was looking at him. Lindsey looked at Brian before she giggled. “Brian, don’t be looking at him like that. He is straight.” “What?” Brian shouted. The whole diner turned to look at him. “You are straight? You can’t be straight. That’s not right. Are you? No, of course not, she is just saying that, right? This world is more fucked up than I thought.” Brian said hitting the table. Everyone in the diner was looking at him like he was insane. “Brian, I think we should go.” Michael said. “Brian,” Michael was trying to talk to his friend but Brian had started to shake his head while he started talking to himself even thought he wasn't talking loud enough for anyone to hear him. “Maybe we should call someone.” Ted said. “You have weird friends,” Justin said giggling. Brian stopped to look at Justin. He smiled hearing Justin giggling. It was like music to his ears. “We should have waited for Daphne.” Justin said. “Who’s that? Your best friend,” Brian asked. “No, she is my girlfriend,” “Your what,” Brian asked once again shouting. “You are not straight.” “Okay then if you say so.” Justin said shaking his head. Emmett mouthed psycho to Ted who was just smiling nonstop. “I think something happen to you since that accident you had.” Lindsey said. “What accident,” Brian asked still staring at Justin. “Someone crashed into you three weeks ago, Brian.” Michael said. “I think they left you with something more than a concussion.” Ted said. "Teddy," Emmett said trying not to laugh. Brian frowned trying to think about what it all meant. He looked at Justin that was talking to Lindsey with a big sunshine smile which he loved so much. The world was right again. Brian pouted and started to think of a plan to make Justin see the light. He needed Justin and he would get Justin and nothing could stop him this time.
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