please review!! Brian’s POV I’m still pretty loopy from the pain meds, but I can figure out that I’m in some deep shit trouble. The doctor and my parents tried to explain to me what the hell went wrong, but my foggy mind is struggling from the terminology. I know what this could mean but I don’t want to believe it. My gloomy thoughts are interrupted when Justin walks in the door, looking all of 5 in his sweatshirt and giving me perverted ideas. I can’t really read him, he’s confused but also a bit angry, but why? “Well aren’t you Little Mary Sunshine?” Oh yea, I could get used to this IV. “More Like Little Mary Go Fuck Yourself.” He cracks a smile and his face starts to brighten a bit. “How are you feeling?” “Fine, but I’m sure that won’t be the case once the drugs wear off.” “Yea.” He looks down and shuffles his feet awkwardly, making me nervous. “Come here.” He literally flies across the room and hugs me, hard. “Oumphf, easy there Sunshine.” He lets go of the tension in his shoulders and I rub his back, finding comfort in his small frame. He sniffs hard, and loosens his grip a bit, “I was so scared Brian, I still am, I fucking hate hospitals and what’s happening and everything right now.” His whispered words leave me thinking that he means something more than my injury, but all I do his hold onto his warm, shaking body and bury my nose in his soft golden locks. Justin finally pulls back and kisses me hard, his lips a bit salty from the spilt tears. He whimpers a little in my mouth and I deepen the kiss, my cock coming to life despite the scenery. His pink little tongue plays with mine and I smile and raise my hands to his head. “Alright you two love birds,” Bloody hell Debbie, can’t you see we’re in the middle of something here? I shoot a death glare to her and Justin blushes and sits on the bed. “Put it away Brian, you two can suck face later, the doc has to wrap you’re leg up and then we’re heading home.” “Wait, is Justin riding home with you or…” Please say no please say no…. “Yea, but you are too. Lucky you, you have to stretch out your leg and there’s no room in your parents little clown car.” That work’s too. “And Michael is going to ride with your parents, your welcome Sunshine, I’d thought I’d spare you the inquisition from the in laws.” I smirk as Justin nods a bit. 4 Hours Later Christ I'm so groggy. I squint and see a blonde head in the front seat saying something to a red blob, uh oh he’s pissed. Well I guess I’ll……. Justin’s POV Brian’s passed out in the back seat, stretched out uncomfortably I know. Of course that means I’m in the front seat with Debbie. She keeps looking over at me like she’s afraid I’m going to open the car door and jump out onto the freeway. “What!?” I’m finally annoyed enough to ask. “Nothing, I just thought you’d be a bit more appreciative that I was taking you in.” Fucking Christ I don’t need her charity. “If you want a volunteer award I’ll stop by the GLC and pick up an application.” “That’s not what I mean you little asshole, and you know it.” Your point being? I sigh and she glares at me. “Cut the attitude, we’re both tired as hell and it’s not very flattering.” Says the debutante. Whatever. “Thanks.” I say, sort of meaning it. I’m too fucking scared to be appreciative about this. I rub my forehead and rest it against the window pane, begging for sleep to come to me. BJBJBJBJBJBJBJBJBJBJBJBJBJBJBJ It’s midnight when we finally arrive back in Pittsburgh. Arrive in Pittsburgh, not home, because I’m not quite sure where that is right now. I talk Debbie into letting me go back to the house I currently live in, I don’t know how I pulled that one off. We trade our beautiful dozing passenger for a whiny ugly one and head off towards the Taylor household. The next morning I awake bored. I want to do something, check on Brian or talk with Debbie, but I feel stuck somehow. My parents are out at church or someplace, ignoring me so I don’t have much to be afraid of. I push myself out of my warm bed and stand up and stretch. I purse my lips, thinking. What should I take with me? When am I moving? What if Debbie decides she hates me and throws me out? The lack of details in her plan leaves me uncomfortable and nervous. I start to pace around, taking in the various sketches that adorn the walls of my room. Plants, parades, streetlamps and sidewalks, and the more recent ones, entangled bodies, Brian’s jaw, penis, arms. I guess I’m making the right choice. I decide to stop thinking about it, although that never works, but I have to try something before I go crazy. I pick out a large duffel bag from the back of my closet and start filling it with clothes and sketchbooks. Sort of sad that those are the only things worth packing. No family portraits, trinkets, or happy vacation memories. I suppose that leaves more room for new ones. I lug the bag downstairs, not bothering to take in any of the sights that make up my house. Of course we haven’t been here long, but I can still see the resemblance to our old home. I shake my head, not wanting to stay any longer and walk out the door, angrily wiping the single tear that runs down my cheek, no more of that. I rev the engine and head out of the neighborhood, no real destination in mind. Brian’s POV Fucking hell. I open my tired eyes to be greeted by annoyingly bright sunshine and a throbbing pain in my knee. Shit. The realization hits me like a Mack truck. The game. I can’t fucking believe we lost. It’s not fair, I didn’t even get to see the end of it. That fucking German kid plowed into me, he better have had a foul on that body check. My knee had been aching the entire game, and the shitty field conditions weren’t doing much to help. I felt a tear and a pop as I went down. Fuck. I look down and see my knee incased in an Ace bandage and another throb hits. I bring my arms up and press the heels of my hands into my eyes, wishing for this all to disappear. A soft knock comes to my door and my mom’s head appears in the slit. “Honey? Are you up?” I sigh, what’s the point? “Yea.” She takes that as permission to come in, bringing along a tray with a glass of milk, toast and Advil, thank god. “Thanks Mom.” She sets the tray on my lap and sits next to it on my bed, she better not be planning on feeding me… “How are you feeling?” “Like crap.” Hey, it’s the truth. “What time is it?” “Noon.” Well, I guess I'm not too surprised. “But baby?” what now? “We need to go back to the hospital today so we can plan the surgery.” She finishes, wincing. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse…. I take a deep breath, “Yea. I guess I can’t shower with this thing.” I nod to my leg, and all I get is more pity from my mother, just what I need. “You need any help?” She gets up, sensing my discomfort. “Naw, but thanks for the toast Mom.” “Your welcome hun, we’re going to leave in an hour.” She turns and heads out the door, I sit up and stretch my neck. “Oh! I almost forgot, Justin called your cell phone twice.” She smiles her giddy little smile and I smirk, thinking about him.