After watching Justin's cab pull away, Brian walked into the diner. Seeing Debbie behind the counter, he said, "Coffee and a turkey sandwich--"
"No mayo. Yeah, yeah... I know," Debbie interrupted. Brian just smirked.
Debbie had put Brian's order in when Kiki walked by. "Hey, Kiki, come here," Debbie called out.
"Yes?" Kiki inquired when she reached them.
"I know you get off at two, but can you come back at four and work another shift?"
"Isn't that Justin's shift?" Kiki asked.
Debbie nodded. "Yeah. Bu his aunt was killed in a car wreck last night. He's on his way to Colorado for the funeral."
"Oh, poor Justin," Kiki said sadly.
Debbie nodded. "Sunshine's really tore up about it."
Brian had heard everything that Debbie had said and now knew why Justin had looked upset. Brian seemed to recall Justin mentioning an aunt in Colorado a few times. But, to be honest, he had never really inquired about Justin's family. And, he felt like a shit. Evidently Justin and his aunt had been close...
A couple of minutes later, Brian had his lunch and was out the door. As soon as he was back in his jeep, he pushed speed dial. Justin was still number one of his cell's speed dial and on his speed dial at the loft.
Justin's cell went straight to voice mail. 'He must have it turned off because of the plane,' Brian thought. He knew that he and Justin hadn't talked in two weeks, since that night at the diner, but he wanted to be there for the blonde. He knew that the young man had to be hurting. But he had to get to his meeting. If he missed the meeting, Vance would have his ass, and not in a positive life-affirming way!
Making up his mind, he regretfully headed toward the resturaunt, for his meeting.
'Finally!' Justin thought as the plane started to taxi down the runway. The plane was running a little behind scheduale and he had been sitting on the damn thing for an hour, waiting for it to take off.
There was an older gentleman sitting next to him, working on a laptop. Luckily the man seemed to enraptured with his work to care about talking to Justin, for which Justin was grateful. He didn't feel like living up to his nickname and being friendly. Sighing, he put on a pair of headphones and lisened to his Linkin Pak cd, trying to pass the time.
The first song to play was "Nobody's listening".
"I got a heart full of pain, A head full of stress, Handfull of anger held in my cheast."
As Justin listened to the lyrics, he couldn't help but feel that the song related to him. His heart was in pain, it was broken. He didn't know if it would ever mend. And, he was stressed. Stressed over Brian, stressed over the death of his aunt, stressed over everything. And, he was angry. Granted it was a hell of a lot more than just a handfull. He was angry at Brian for the Birthday stunt and for a lot more. He was angry at the drunk driver that took his aunt's life. He was angry at Chris Hobbs and his father for being homophobic pricks. And, he was angry at himself. Angry for letting his father still get to him. He had accepted that the man wasn't going to change his opinions on Justin's lifestyle, but it still hurt. Angry for believing that he could change Brian. He loved Brian for who he was, but he just wished that the older man could tell him how he felt. Not always feel the need to push everyone off of Mount Kinney. Not always feel the need to make hurtful remarks and flaunt the tricks...
Justin shook his head and closed his eyes. Maybe he could get a little nap before arriving in Colorado. His eyes had only been closed for a few minutes, when he felt the plane lurch. His eyes snapped open and he gripped he armrests of his seat. A couple of seconds later, the plane lurched again.
"What the hell?" he mumbled. He could see that everyone else was also having his reaction.
"Stay calm, everyone. We are expeiricing minor turbulance. It should clear up in a few moments. Thank you," said a female stewardess over the intercom.
Just as she finished talking, the plane lurched, then bounced a few times. The oxygen masks fell, dangling in front of their faces.
"Turbulance my ass!" the man sitting beside Justin hissed. Justin was gripping the armrests so tighly that his knuckles were white, while he tried not to have a panic attack.
"Please put on the oxygen masks that are in front of you," the same stewardess spoke into the intercom. While people were hurrying to do so, the plane tilted at an angle. Justin immediately knew that the plane had taken a nose dive. It was going down!