Justin pushed Michael to the side and laughed.  Michael smiled and was about to pushed Justin back until Ethan’s glare stopped him.

“Are the school girls done playing?”  Ethan asked.

“Don’t be a twat.”  Michael told Justin.

“Let’s go to Babylon.”  Ethan said.  

“I have to go.”  Justin said, looking at his watch.  

“Where are you going?”  Michael asked.

“I need to go do something.”  Justin said.

“Okay.  Bye.”  Michael told him.

Ethan put his arm around Michael’s arm and they started walking away .  Justin was walking towards Daphne’s car when he felt a hand on his shoulder.  He turned around to see who it was just to receive a punch in the nose.  Before he could say or do anything, he was sucker punched in his stomach.

“Fuck!”  Justin grunted as he felt on the floor.

“You mother fucker!”  Brandon yelled and started kicking Justin.

“Stop, stop!”  Michael yelled as he ran back with Ethan.

Ethan pushed Brandon away and Michael bent down to help Justin up.

“What the fuck is your problem?”  Justin gasped out and looked to see who had attacked him.  

When he saw who his assailant was, Justin knew what his problem was.

“Fuck!”  Justin hissed.

“You little fuck.  I’m calling the cops.”  Brandon yelled.  “He’s just a kid.”

“What is he talking about?”  Michael asked.

“Get away, you fuck.”  Ethan hissed.

Brandon shook his head and turned around, walking away from them.

“What was that all about?”  Michael asked.

“I think he broke my ribs.”  Justin told Michael.

“Let’s take you to the emergency room.”  Ethan said.

“No!”  Justin yelled and backed away from Michael.

Justin gritted his teeth together because of the pain.  

“I’m going home.”  Justin told them.  “I don’t need a fucking doctor.”

Michael and Ethan looked at each other.  Justin managed to open the car and get in.  He glared at his friends for looking at him like they were then started the car and drove away.

“He’s so fucking stubborn.”  Michael said.

“That’s the kid’s brother.”  Ethan commented as he pulled out a cigarette.

“What kid?  Brian?”

Ethan nodded.

“How you know?”  Michael asked as they started walking towards Babylon.

“I saw him with Daphne and Brian.”  Ethan explained.

“Wait a minute.”  Michael whispered.  “Do you think Justin…?”

Ethan shook his head.

“Justin would never do such a thing.”  Ethan assured him.

“What if he fell in love with the kid?”  Michael asked.  “Justin is a romantic fool like that.”

“Yeah but Mikey.”  Ethan mocked.  “He’s in love with me, remember?”

Michael laughed and nodded.  They kept walking to the club and discussing what had happened.

***

Justin opened the door to his apartment and slammed it close again.

“Justin!  Open the door!”

“What the fuck do you want?”  Justin asked once he opened the door again.

“What happened to you?  You didn’t come home and…what happen to your face?”  Brian asked shocked.

“Your brother happened.”  Justin told him.

“What are you talking about?”  Brian asked.

“You told him what happened!”  Justin hissed.

“I didn’t.  Why would I?”  Brian asked getting worried.  “What did he say?”

“That he was going to go to the police.”  Justin said.  “I’m as good as dead.”

Brian frowned and remembered that he had caught Brandon with his journal.

“Oh god.”  Brian whispered.

“What?”  Justin asked.  “You don’t say that and then stay quiet.”

“Can I come in?”  Brian asked.

“No.  Now tell me what ‘oh god’ means.”  Justin demanded.

“He was reading my journal the other day.”  Brian told him.

“You write about us?”  Justin asked.

“Yeah.”  Brian told him.  “I always write about the things that happen to me so I won’t forget.”

“Do you plan on getting amnesia anytime soon?  The things we did, you wouldn’t have forgotten them ever.”  Justin told him.

“I know.  I just like writing, I guess.  He said he was just looking at it and I really didn’t think he had read anything.  He looked very calm.”

“Well, he looked anything but calm when he snuck up on me to beat the shit out of me.”  Justin told him.  “And now he is going to the cops and I’m going to rot in prison.”

“I’ll deny everything.  I’ll say I have a crush on you and that I was making things up.”  Brian told him.

“Why would you do that?”  Justin asked amazed.

Brian looked at the floor and didn’t say anything.  Justin closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Brian, go home.”

“I want to be with you, Justin.”  Brian told him.

“I’m not for you.  I’m too old for you.”  Justin told him.

“That’s not true.  We are perfect for each other.”  Brian assured him.

“No.  We are not.  Now get the fuck out of my building and go home.  Go play house with some other boy.  Go find Clark.  He seems good enough for you.”

Brian frowned.  “Fuck you.”

Justin rolled his eyes as Brian ran down the hall.  Taking a deep breath, Justin closed the door.  Finally it was over and he thought he would be feeling happy to get rid of the teen, yet he felt like shit.

***

Justin took a deep breath as he came out of the elevator.  It had been a week and his body still hurt from Brandon’s beating.  He was coming out of his building to find himself face to face with Brandon.

“I know this might sound ironic but if you don’t leave right now, I’m calling the cops.”  Justin hissed.

“Look, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t tell me.  He’s got something on you too and is making you come here and apologize.”  Justin spat out as he closed the door.

“What?”

Justin looked up and shook his head.  “Never mind.”

“I need your help.”  Brandon said.

“What the hell for?”  Justin asked as he started walking away from the man.

“Brian ran away.”

Justin stopped and turned around.  He looked at Brandon and then closed his eyes.

“Is he with you?”  Brandon asked.

“Great.  This is just fucking great and no, he is not with me.”  Justin told him.  

“This is your fault.”  Brandon told him.

“Sure, now I’m so willing to help you.”  Justin told him.

“He’s just a kid.”  Brandon said.  “Couldn’t you fuck someone else?”

“It’s not my fault he’s a compulsive liar and a blackmail expert.”  Justin yelled.

Brandon opened his mouth to say something but then close it.

“What?”

“I talked to Daphne.  She told me what happened.”  Brandon said.  “You could have come to me.”

“Oh, yeah.”  Justin mocked.  “Brandon, I fucked your little brother because he told me he was sixteen years old and I just couldn’t help myself.  Now, as you can see, it turns out he lied to me.  Could we put this behind us?  Swell.”

Brandon took a deep breath.

“Okay, I would still have kicked your ass.”  Brandon admitted.

Justin frowned and looked at his watch.

“Look, why don’t you ask his friends.  There was a girl called Lindsey or something.”  Justin told him.

“There is.  She said Brian ran off to New York.  I need your help to find him.”  Brandon said.

“Why me?”  Justin asked angrily.  “I don’t want to have anything to do with that crazy kid.”

“Because you are the one that’s been fucking him and he thinks he’s in love with you.  He would listen to you.  Daphne is coming with me.  Are you?”

Justin took a deep breath and thought about it.

“You know you are as much to blame for this mess as he is.”  Brandon pointed out.

“Let’s not forget you.  Don’t try to act like some fucking saint.”  Justin told him.  “You probably told him he couldn’t see me again.”

“What would you have done in my place?”  Brandon asked.  “He’s just a kid.”

“No, he’s not.”  Justin told him.  “Brian is pretty damn smart.  He’s not a kid anymore.”

Justin couldn’t explain why he was defending Brian now.

“Brian doesn’t know what’s good for him.”  Brandon said.

“You know what?  We could stay here all day arguing about Brain or we could go get him.”  Daphne told them as she walked up to stand in front of them.

Justin and Brandon looked at each other with a glare before the three of them walked to the car.  Justin was going to New York after all and when he found Brian, he was going to choke him.