~~~~~~~~~~~~ Six Months Later ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Justin’s POV: “Hey Deb, what’s up?” I answer my phone after checking the caller ID. “Nothing much sweety just calling to see if you’ve heard about the charity bike ride?” “No I hadn’t but it sounds like a great idea,” I say while I hand the last of my files over to Tawny. “Yeah it is and it seems to be attracting a lot of support, and you’ll never guess who’s organizing the whole thing.” she says with a chuckle, and of course that right there tells me who it is. “But Brian hates these things,” I say while I ponder his motives. “I know trust me. But he’s doing it and he’s not even taking anything off the top,” “Seriously?” this is completely surprising. “Yes and get this,” she says in a conspired tone. “He’s even going to be riding.” “He’s what?” I say completely exasperated. “I think that’s been everybody’s reaction.” he can’t do this. “And how long exactly is this bike ride?” maybe it’s just around a few corners. “From Toronto back to Pittsburgh.” I can’t believe this man. Has he completely lost his mind? “Hey listen Deb, I hate to cut you off but I have a call I really need to make,” more like an ass whoopen I need to hand out. “Oh sure sweety, I know you’re at work,” she says sweetly. “I was just wondering if you’d like to sponsor anyone?” “Of course I will,”I say without hesitation. “Oh I’m so happy. I knew I could count on you.” “Anything for you Deb.” I say. “And if you give me a couple of days I’ll look into getting some of my clients to as well.” “Could you really?” she says sounding completely surprised. “Absolutely,” I say with a laugh. “I’ll get back to you in a couple of days.” “Sounds perfect,”she sounds so excited that it puts a smile on my face. “And Justin thank you.” “My pleasure Deb. I’ll talk to you soon.” “Okay.”she says hanging up. I however don’t even bother putting the receiver down as I have to talk an asshole out being completely self destructive. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brian’s POV: I swear everything that can go wrong is today, and it is just not the time for this shit. I have been using all of my free time to train for this bike marathon, cause god knows I need all the training I can get. The treatments really took a hell of a lot out of me. A lot more than I had originally thought. Not to mention I am a bit out of shape from the lack of exercise, so it’s making the training all the more difficult. ‘Ring....Ring’ my cell phone starts going off, completely throwing my concentration off. Great this is just what I need right now. I know it’s probably Mikey calling to complain about one thing or another. Maybe I just wont answer...’Ring’ well let me just check the caller ID. I pull out my phone but the number on the display isn’t one that I recognize... ‘Ring’ see now my curiosity is getting the best of me and I know that I am going to regret this but I open it up and press talk anyways, praying the whole time that it’s not Mikey calling from some unknown phone. “Kinney?” I answer curtly. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” is screeched over the line and I have to pull the phone away from my ear for a second. “Justin?” “You know you can’t do this right?” “Wait,” I say loudly to get his attention. “What the fuck are you talking about?” ‘Cause seriously I have no idea what he’s ranting about. “The marathon!” he screeches over the line, and damn he’s loud when he’s mad. “And just how did you hear about that?” “Deb called me,” of course she did I think as I grab the bridge of my nose. “Asking if I’d sponsor a rider, and also of course she had to throw in a little gossip about how you’ve arranged the whole thing. Which I still find freaky and then on top of all that she tells me you’re riding!” he sounds completely out of breath now. “We’re not going to do this Justin,” “Oh we’re most definitely going to do this,” he’s really starting to piss me off. “You don’t get a say in what I do or don’t do,” just where in the fuck does he get off telling me what to do? “Fine,” he says, but I know that was way to easy. “What about your doctor?” see I knew it was to easy. “What’s he got to say about this whole situation?” “That’s non of your business.” I say with finality. “Haven’t told him yet, hunh?” god he is such a smart ass. “God damn it Justin, I am doing this and there is nothing you or any doctor for that matter can say or do to change my mind,” I say losing my patience with this conversation. “So get the fuck off of my case.” I say slamming my phone shut to ensure that, that is the last of this fucking conversation. “Fucking Twink.” I mutter under my breath as I sit back down and pull out another file. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Justin’s POV: “He fucking hung up on me,” I say in disbelief. “Fucking idiot.” damn it what am I going to do now? I could never forgive myself if something happened to him out there. Well maybe I could go. I mean I don’t see why I couldn’t? Yes I think I will go. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ One Month Later ~~~~~~~~~~~~ “So you’re sure you’re going to be okay?” I ask Trent as I pick up my carry on bag and move up in line. “For the millionth time I’ll be fine,” he practically whines. “Alright, alright I get it I’ll stop asking.” I say throwing my free hand up in the air. “Thank you god.” “I’m not god sweety, but I can see how you’d get confused.” I say with complete seriousness, but he just laughs it off and shoves my shoulder. “You’re so full of shit Taylor.” “You say the sweetest things,” I say placing one hand over my heart. “For you? Always.” “So listen I should be back in about a week, but you have all of my numbers so if you need anything or if anything happens,” I watch him nod his head, before he cuts me off. “Yes daddy if anything happens I will call you immediately or else no pudding for me.” he ends with a pout. “And you say I’m full of shit.” I state. As we get to the head of the line I hand my ticket over to the security guy and give Trent a huge hug as he checks it over. “You take care of yourself.” “You too.” he says pulling back from the hug. “Love ya.” “Ditto.” I say with a smile as the guy hands my ticket back to me and I turn and walk to my plane. As I sit back in my seat I think about this whirl wind month. After I decided to go ahead and do this bike riding thing I made a lot of calls and got all of my clients to sponsor me in the marathon. I did however leave one name off of my list... Steve Mastersen. What can I say? I just couldn’t bring myself to ask the man for anything. But anyways I got every other client to sponsor me and then I called up Deb to give her the good news. For which she was ecstatic I might add. I did however make her promise not to tell anyone I was going to be there. I knew that if Brian found out he would fly through the roof, and I’d just really like to see that in person. Kind of crazy of me? Well yes. Maybe a little but I never ever said I was sane by any standards. Shit I’d have to be insane to still love this man the way I do. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brian’s POV: I can’t believe Mikey is getting married. I mean shit I am standing here watching it happen and I still can’t believe it. Not that it really matters in the long run or anything. I mean I could never give him what Ben could anyways. I never loved him like that even though I know that’s what he wanted from me. So I guess since this is what he really wants I should be happy for him, and I am. I guess I just always thought he never wanted the whole hetro married life thing. Boy was I wrong. I now pronounce you husband and husband.” the reverend ends with a smile and everyone starts to hauler and shout as Ben takes Mikey in an earth shattering kiss. I find myself clapping and generally feeling happy about this new stage in Mikey’s life. Hmmm, I guess I am happy for him, and Ben. It’s a bit of a weird feeling. Just go with it Brian.... they start to leave and I find myself along with everyone else throwing confetti. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A couple of hours later at the starting line ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I can’t believe I’m doing this. I swear if I can do this...well then maybe I am really over this cancer shit, and maybe as corny as it sounds can do anything. Overcome anything. ‘Gunshot’ and go.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Justin’s POV: ‘Gunshot’ Ah there it is. I decided to go ahead and wait at the back of the line to make sure to give Brian all the room he needs. I figured that to be the best for now. I am after all only here for the just in case; ya know? I don’t want him to feel crowded or pitied or whatever else that mind could come up with. It of course is non of the above, but I had to be here to make sure everything was okay. Everyone around me gets going on their bikes so I figure I better do the same. God I hate this shit. I am definitely not the outdoorsy type and yet here I am because that asshole has to prove something to himself or whoever. Oh well if this is what he has to do to get himself over this, then that’s what he has to do and I’ll of course be right there behind him whether he knows it or not. ~~~~~~~~ That Night ~~~~~~~~ I pretty much caught up to Brian a few hours ago but I kept in the distance so he couldn’t see me. Now I guess is when we put up for the night, since everyone is stopped and putting up tents. I’ve managed to find a pretty secluded area, that is far off from where Brian and the gang are for the night and I have climbed in for the night. I don’t want to disturb Brian so I am not taking any chances on him seeing me unless it is an absolute necessity. Which I am not foreseeing so I am hoping that we get through this without incident and then he’ll never have to know I was here. I get into some more comfortable clothes before I climb into my sleeping bag, then I open my backpack and pull out my food pack I made for myself. It’s not very yummy but it will be enough for me to get through the next day or so. As I am eating my protein bar I hear a very loud, “Knock...Knock,” and it’s Debbie’s voice attached. But just how the hell she found me is beyond me so I just unzip my door. “Hey Deb, what’s up?” “What the fuck do you mean” she says as she crawls into my tent. “What’s up?” she sits down and I rezip my door because it is damn cold out there. “Jesus I am getting to old for this shit.” she says pointing towards the door, and I chuckle a bit because it was a little funny to watch her crawling into my little tent, hell I only got one to fit me. “Sorry it’s not bigger,” I say apologetically. “That’s alright. But what I am real wondering is why you’re way the hell out here when you should be in the hall eating a proper meal and celebrating my sons marriage!” “Hunh?” I don’t understand. “Michael and Ben got married earlier today!” she says as if I should’ve already known this little piece of information. “Wow Deb that’s great.” I say giving her a congratulatory hug. For which I get smooshed into her boob. Why do I do these things to myself? “It really is,” she says but doesn’t let me go. “Deb I can’t breath,” I choke out, and she finally lets me go, and I take a major breath. Oh god does that feel better. “So you see you have to come and celebrate,” “Oh I don’t think that’s such a great idea Deb,” I knowing just how bad the idea is, and hoping she’ll get the hint as well. “It’s a perfect idea,” she says tugging on my arm. “Listen Deb I know how much you wish it weren’t true, but me and Michael just don’t get along, and I’d really hate to ruin their celebration by me being there. And you know as well as I do that’s exactly what would happen if I showed up.” I say as nicely as I can. “I know Sunshine but it’s not often that I get to see you in fact it’s been over a year since I saw you and I hate that I’m not going to be able to see you now.”she says so sadly and it’s breaking my heart because it’s not as though I don’t miss her as well. It’s just been really hard lately with the business and Brian’s sickness and then finding out Trent has HIV, and all of the things that has been going on with that. Plus there has been more business with the comic and the fact that they want to make it a movie and the pressure from the director and Michael to go down there and deal with that. Shit I had to clear my whole schedule for the next week so that after I do this I can go down to LA and do that. It’s just all so crazy and boy do I need a break. My whole body has been completely rebelling against me. It’s been really very weird. “I know Deb I miss you too,” I say giving her another hug and as she wipes her nose against my shoulder I don’t even cringe. “I promise I’ll get out there soon to visit you, and we’ll spend some real time together.” I feel her nod her head against my shoulder. “Now,” I say pulling us apart, and giving her a napkin. “You should really get back to the party. Your son just got married and that is a huge thing that really needs to be celebrated.” I say with all of the sincerity I do feel, because it is true it does need to be celebrated. “I know,” she blows her nose. “You’re right.” she wipes under her eyes asking me if there is anything she’s missed and when I tell her no she pats my knee. “Alright well I have someone bring you out a plate,”’ and I try to tell her no but she cuts me off. “Oh you can’t just live off of this shit.” she says holding up my energy bar. Which I must is disgusting. “And I will get you some breakfast tomorrow before the ride starts again.” I figure it’s going to happen no matter what I say so I just nod my head. “Good boy, I’ll see you tomorrow.” she says and unzips my door and crawls out. “Jesus, these old bones are killing me.” she says straightening out again. “Night Deb.” I say sweetly. “Night Sunshine.” she says as she’s leaving but I can still hear her complaining for quite a while. Not even a half an hour later I hear another knock, knock coming from outside only this time it’s not a familiar voice, so I crack open my door and peer through the hole I’ve created to see who it is before I just completely open it up. “Hey,” A very gorgeous 5'9 dirty blonde haired nicely shaped body says to me, and I actually find myself a bit lost for words. I hope I’m not drooling. “Ya you must be Sunshine.” “Excuse me?” I ask with my brow furrowed in complete confusion as to how this guy knows my nick name. “I’ve been looking all over for you, you know?” well now this is just getting to be a little to weird for me. I don’t care if he is cute. “Can I help you with something?” he brings up his eye brows and then looks to my crotch, and that tells me right there that I should have reworded that sentence a little better. “That’s not going to happen.” I say and begin to zip up my door again. “No, no wait!” he says sounding a bit nervous, so I do and look to him to justify why I’m waiting. “This is for you.” he says holding out a plate of what I am assuming is food covered with foil. “Deb sent me.” “Well in that case,” I say grabbing my plate. “Tell her I said thank you.” I say with a trademark sunshine smile and zip up my door. I don’t pay anymore attention to the guy outside my door as I take the foil off of my food and just dig in. God I haven’t eaten a real meal in so long, and this is just so good. When I am done with the pasta and veggies and even the piece of wedding cake I crawl down into my down sleeping bag and try my damndest to get some sleep. Which takes forever but I think overall I got about three hours in. Which is a record, lately anyways. But it does make me feel a lot better and the breakfast plate Deb sent down with a whole different person made me feel even better. So I’d say I am all set to go again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brian’s POV: It is taking forever to get through this fucking security shit and that smug ass border guard is not making my or fucking anybodies experience any better. Can you believe just how fucked up some people can be? I swear it I almost punched him with all of his smart ass comments on gay marriage and just how it’s not legal in the states. It actually made me want to do more for the cause just to see look on his face when it is legalized. See and that makes me hate him even more for the fact that he made me want to do a good deed. I try and finish the bag check as quickly as possible it is the last thing to do before I am free of this place and I literally can’t wait. As I grab a hold of my bag and my bike I find myself practically flying out the door. Which I must admit is pretty normal for me but this however is not the normal circumstance. I just can’t stand to be in the same room with that ass hole border guard any longer, because no matter how much I want to punch the shit out of him I know I can’t. It just wouldn’t go over very well, and I certainly don’t want to go to jail for the rest of my life. While I wait for the rest of the gang, I fight the urge I am having to smoke a cigarette ‘cause I know this is definitely not the time for smoking. It’ll just kill my ability to ride a bike for the time being and I definitely don’t want to be doing this for any longer than I have to. I mean I have been doing so well so far and I am actually very proud of myself. I am really kicking this races ass. “Hey you ready to go?” I hear Mikey calling from my side and turn to him with a smirk firmly in place. “I suppose so,” I say climbing up on my bike and pedaling towards them and as I reach them they start to ride as well. “Wouldn’t want the rest of you to get lost like Theodore and Emile.” I say seriously. “You know I wonder what happened to them?” Mikey says. “Who knows maybe they decided that they should just kick back in a nice hotel room and fuck like bunnies.” I gently put in my very real possibility. “Oh god the visuals you just gave me are going to haunt me for a life time.” the littlest hustler says and we all laugh a bit at his expense, but then the visual actually pops into my head and it abruptly stops my laughing, and I notice that everyone else has stopped as well, so I’m thinking everyone is now in the same boat as Hunter. Damn my mouth sometimes. “Emmet said something about taking Ted to some meeting.” Ben throws out and it actually seems quite possible as well. Hell it’s a lot more possible than my bunny opinion. Or at least I hope it is. I don’t think I could stomach another instalment of the Temmet show. As we continue to ride in silence I spot the possible trick from last night. I say possible because truthfully I just didn’t have enough energy to fuck him last night but I will however have enough energy to fuck him tomorrow night. However he seems to be a little offish and I just don’t feel comfortable with that.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Justin’s POV: I will be so grateful when this whole thing is over with. I hate riding this fucking bike and I hate this cold and I especially hate dealing with ass holes like that border patrol fucker back there. He’s sitting up there all high and mighty bitching and moaning about gay marriage this and gay marriage that. I mean seriously what the fuck do they care if we have the right to get married? I mean seriously if you think about it we should’ve already had the right, cause wasn’t this country somewhat founded because everyone wanted the right to be and do whatever the hell they wanted? I guess I just don’t get why they care so much, and I especially don’t get why they think they have the right to tell us what we can and can’t do and who we should and shouldn’t love and who we should and shouldn’t marry. “Ahhh,” it’s all so frustrating and sad. “Hey precious,” I hear a guy say and I look to the side of me with what I know to be a disgusted look on my face. “Want me to make it all better?” he says with what I assume is a sexual leer. “Eww,” I find myself saying without even trying, and I just look ahead again and ride harder and faster trying to get as far from this man as possible. When I feel that I am fairly far enough from the weird man I sit back a bit and let myself cruise through for a while. It feels good, however I can see some lights flashing up ahead and I feel my heart skip a beat, because I just some how know that, that ambulance is for Brian. I sit up and start to pedal full speed until I am almost all the way there, and I jump off letting my bike fall to the floor as I run the rest of the way pushing myself through the tiny crowd that’s formed and right as I hit the last line of people I hear Brian. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he says angrily as I push my way through. “I thought I heard you bellow.” I say flatly. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Michael comments angrily, but I automatically let it go right out through the other ear and just concentrate on Brian. He doesn’t look all to surprised to see me here. “I was wondering when you were going to pop up,” he lazily replies with a half laugh that has no humor in it what so ever. “I was taught to always make an entrance.” but then again I was never expecting an open armed welcome. “Figures you’d pick now to make that entrance.” “Hello I asked a fucking question!” It seems Michael is getting agitated, however I could care less about his state of mind so I just keep my concentration on Brian. “Calm the fuck down Mikey,” Brian however seems feel he has to say something. “Why don’t you go and make sure my bike is still in good shape for the rest of the ride.” I find myself snorting at the fact that he still seems to think he’s going to finish this thing. “Brian you shouldn’t...” and it seems that Michael and I actually agree on something. But Brian doesn’t seem to agree. “Michael,” he says with that tone that says don’t say another fucking word about it. You know it’s amazing how he can say so much with just one word. “Fine,” Michael says obviously getting the hint, as he throws his arms in the air in defeat and then of course sending me a final glare before he walks towards the other side of the street, where I suppose Brian’s bike is. But right now all I am concerned about is Brian and the fact that he is in a lot of pain. “Alright the fucking show is over,” Brian says to all of the bystanders that are looking on and in just a few minutes everyone has gone and he puts his attention on me as the paramedic looks his arm over. “You can go now too.” “Yeah, I don’t think so,” “And why the fuck not? You’re not needed here, this guy has it under complete control,” he says while trying to hold in the pain that said guy is causing. “So just get back on your little bike and pedal yourself right out of my vicinity.” “Sorry but I can’t in good conscience do that...” “You’re starting to,” I watch him wince and pain and I swear I am fighting the urge to wince right along with him. I hate to see him in any kind of pain. “Piss me off.” he finally finishes with clenched teeth. “Well you’ve already succeeded in pissing me off,” I say crossing my arms over my chest. “So I figure it’s only right to return the favor.” I put a sweet smile on just to annoy him a little more. “Look I told you on the phone that this was non of your business,” “Sir,” the paramedic cuts in on our fighting session and we both look to him. “Could you please sit still?” well he seems to be a bit annoyed himself. “I would sit perfectly still if you could get this fucker to leave.” Brian so sweetly says to the paramedic while giving me self satisfied smirk. “Sir could you please leave so I can give him the proper treatment.” god damn it. I shake my head at Brian and grit my teeth before I walk back to my bike and then to the front of the ambulance to wait for that son of a bitch, because if he thinks I am finished with him; he’s got another thing coming. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brian’s POV: After the paramedic finishes with his ‘You shouldn’t be doing this speech.’ I stand up and grab my bike from Mikey, who is giving me his oh god are you alright eyes; that I really wish he weren’t giving me. He looks more pitiful than I do for fucks sake. And that’s saying a lot. “Wipe that fucking look off your face Mikey,” I say and jump on. “We’re going to finish this race.” “But your shoulder Brian,” he says jumping on his as well and we start to pedal even though he is still whining. “You can’t ride with your shoulder hurt the way it is.” “Look at me Mikey I am riding my bike with my shoulder the way it is, and I will do just fine.” I say with finality. I see something move off to my right so I look and see Justin jumping on his bike as well and so I try to pedal a little faster, to get away from him. However as I hear his bike moving to my right side I know it was all in vain. “You don’t have to do this,” he says quietly. “You don’t know a fucking thing,” I say without looking towards him, but I can feel his eyes on me. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Get lost already.” Mikey says to my defense. I think. “Why don’t you go catch up to your hubby and let Brian and I have a word in private?” Justin asks nicely. But I’m sure Mikey’s not going to take it that way. I know I wouldn’t, at least not coming from Justin. “What so you can manipulate him again?” Mikey says and I feel a deep shooting pain in my shoulder as I practically break my neck to look at him. “Think of me what you will Michael,” Justin replies with a laugh. “But I just need two seconds to speak with Brian.” “Anything you need to say to him, I am more than positive you can say to me.” Mikey says so confidently that I feel really bad about the fact that I am going to have to send him away for a minute. “Are you so sure about that?” Justin says skeptically, and I know exactly what he’s going to bring up next and he’s right I don’t want Mikey to hear anything about this. “Yes, I....” he starts but I quickly cut him off. “Listen Mikey just give me two seconds to get rid of him and we will be on our way,” I try to lay it out nicely for him but I know he’s taking it hard. “But Brian,” “It’s fine Mikey,” I try to placate him but he still looks skeptical. “I swear.” I say crossing over my heart. “Oh alright,” he finally relents. “But don’t you try anything funny, cause he’s not going to fall for it this time.” I make a quick look to Justin and he just gives a serious yet mocking look of attention and a quick nod. After waiting a minute to make sure that Mikey is far enough away from us not to hear any of this conversation I start in on Justin. “I am not going to keep doing this with Justin,” I say gritting my teeth. “You can’t keep holding the cancer thing over my head.” “Well maybe if you weren’t trying to fucking pull this shit I wouldn’t have too.” he says just as angrily. “Pulling what fucking shit?” “Oh please!” he yells back. “So just because I actually decided to do something nice for my community you have to come down here and give me shit for it?” now I know this isn’t the whole truth, but he doesn’t need to know that. “You could give a rats ass about your community,” he says pointing a finger at me before he continues. “You’re trying to prove something to yourself that you truly don’t have too.” god how does he know me so well on so many levels and yet miss so many other important details? “You’re wrong,” I say without all of the certainty that I was hoping for. “I am so right it fucking hurts!” he seethes, and I just lose it. I knock into him throwing him off of his bike and onto the street. Shit! I really shouldn’t of done that. I stop myself and throw down my bike. “You fucking ass hole!” he screams at me throwing his bike off of himself. I find myself pacing as he gets himself off the street, but when he’s standing I get into his face. “You’re a fucking ass hole!” I yell completely losing my cool with him. “You leave me over seven months ago! You don’t even fucking call to tell me if your friend is actually alright! I had to find out from Deb that he has HIV. But whatever the fuck, right?” I say throwing my good arm up in the air. “But the fact that after six months you have the gal to call me and tell me what I can and can’t do is completely fucking ridiculous! Then showing up here, when I know you could’ve just sponsored Theodore or fucking Emmet for that matter is just off the charts! Even for you.” I say turning away from him and running my hand through my hair, trying my hardest to get myself under control. “I just came here because....” he starts to calmly say but I just can’t take any more excuses so I cut him off. “I don’t fucking care why you came Justin,” I say calmly myself. “I just want you to once in your life listen to me when I say, leave. Me. Alone.” he quickly looks away from me and I can’t believe how calm that all came out, and I am finding myself questioning whether I really want him to leave me alone. “Okay,” he says with a breath as he looks at me and then quickly away from me and then turning around to grab his bike. That was to easy. He jumps on and adjusts his back pack. “I’ll let Michael know we’re done.” he says firmly but quietly as he jumps on his bike and pedals off as I watch. I watch him until I can’t see him anymore and still it’s like I can’t move. That feeling in my chest is going full strength again and I just wish it would go away. Then maybe I wouldn’t ever have to think about what could’ve been with Justin, if only.... “Hey you coming?” Mikey says completely throwing me out of my thoughts for which I am extremely grateful for. I don’t want to ever be able to finish that thought process. “Ya,” I say looking to him then around myself to find where exactly I threw my bike, and when I see it I grab it and get on. “I was just taking in the freedom.” I say with a small smile. “And doesn’t it feel great?” Mikey replies with a huge smile as we start to ride off. “Yeah great.”