The trip to Boston was uneventful. Justin slept most of the way there. "Hey Jus, we're here." Ant anounced from the drivers seat. Justin groaned and rubbed his eyes. "Where exactly is here?" "My brother Tim's apartment. Him and his girlfriend went to Seattle to visit her parents this weekend and he said we could use it and hang out." Anthony explained. Tonya smiled back at him before opening her door. "Come on." Sighing, he followed them. This was going to be a long weekend. "So, you guys up to going out tonight. Tim said there were some cool clubs around." "Gay clubs I assume?" Tonya smirked dragging her bag into the apartment. Ant shrugged. "No, straight ones. I thought Justin and I should convert to tits. What do you think Jus?" He joked. Tonya smacked him in the arm. "So you up?" Anthony turned towards the blond. Justin shrugged. "Sure. Where can I drop this?" He asked pulling his bag tighter over his shoulder. "In the room down the hall and to the right. I hope you don't mind, but you and I are bunking together. Ton you get the girlfriends room which is the second door on the left." Justin shrugged again and headed in the direction. When he was out of ear shot, Anthony turned to Tonya. "What's up with him?" "Brian didn't call." "Oh. Ouch." Ant replied. Ton pulled Anthony towards the kitchen. "Jus left his phone at Sun yesterday and I called Brian." "You what?!" "Shh..." Tonya put her hand over his mouth. "A woman answered." "What?!" Ant shrieked again. "What what?" Justin asked walking into the kitchen. Tonya grabbed her bag. "Nothing. Let me go unpack. You guys should start getting ready, it's already 8:00. You know we would've gotten here earlier if you didn't insist on stopping every two minutes to get snacks, use the bathroom or eat." Ant just smiled innocently. "Come on Justin..." ~-~-~~-~-~~-~-~~-~-~~-~-~~-~-~~-~-~~-~-~~-~-~~-~-~ The club was small. Nothing like Babylon, but the guys were hot and just was fucking pissed off at Brian. "Hey Jus, you might want to slow down on that stuff." Ant said softly joining Justin at the bar. Justin just shrugged and downed his drink. "Want to get shit faced and not think for a while." He ordered another. "Give him water." Ant told the bartender. "Fuck Ant, I'm not two. I can drink if I want to!" Justin screamed. "Come on, Jus. Let's go dance." Ant suggested. "No, I want another!" Anthony rolled his eyes. "How the fuck did you and Brian last five years? So he didn't call you. Big fucking deal! Get a fucking grip!" Justin stood with his mouth agap. Ant instantly regretted saying. "Jus I-" "Shut the fuck up Ant. You don't understand." Justin growled taking a shot of whatever the bartender put in front of him. Anthony held his hands up. "Fine. I'm sorry." "Hey." "Ant didn't I just tell you to fu-" It wasn't Anthony behind the blond. "Sorry." He replied sheepishly taking a drink of the beer he had ordered. The man just shrugged. "Don't worry about it. I'm Art." Justin found this hysterical. "Artie, Art, Arts. I'm an ArtIst. Art meet my art." Art could only smile at the blond. "What's your name?" "Noneya." "Noneya huh?" "None ya business." Justin continued to find this hysterical as Art raised an eyebrow at him. Justin suddenly stopped laughing. "Stop that...Brian does that." "Who's Brian?" Arts hand found it's way around Justin waist. Justin just shrugged. "No one, just take me home and fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." He insisted snaking his tongue down the other mans throat. He went to lean into Art, but found himself falling instead. "Whoa there blondie. You okay?" The blonde shrugged. "I'm okay. Fine...fucking fine." He replied and before long there were tears running down his face. Art propped him up near the bar. "Umm, look buddy you're a little too fucked up for me." "Fucked up...i'm not fucked up." Justin smirked before more tears ensued. A few seconds later Ant was by his side. "Uh, Jus you okay?" "Okay would everyone stop asking...shit...what did you say?" Justin started laughing again. Ant shook his head. "Come on. Let's go." "Are you gonna fuck me?" Justin asked trying to be seductive in his inebriated state. "I have a tight hole, and a great ass.." He went on rambling. "Not tonight. Come on." Ant let a breath out as Tonya made her way through the crowd towards them. "What's going on?" She inquired. Ant shrugged as felt the Justin lean heavily on him. "Justin just had a little too much to drink." At the mention of his name, Justin looked up. "Oh hey Ton!" He shrieked. Tonya gave him a look. "Hey there Justin. How much did you drink?" "You know, you could fuck me if you wanted...you'd just have to wear a strap on. Why don't we have a threesome?" Justin suggested through a giggle. "Right. Time to go home." Tonya helped Justin to stand. "Home? I have no home!" Justin howled as they got him through the exit. "No home, no home." "You have a home." Ant reasoned as he tried to manuever Justin so he coud open the door and still help Tonya keep the boy on his feet. "Nope nope nope." Justin sing songed. "Brian doesn't love me. You know he didn't call me." He laughed as Tonya buckled him in. "You know we are never allowing you to get drunk ever again if this is how you are." Justin continued to laugh. "Not drunk...i'm not drunk. I took - I took-" He was hysterically laughing again. "Justin, what'd you take?" Ant asked as he drove. "A B C D E E E..." He sang. "You took E? How much?" Tonya was concerned. Sure they all did the occasional drug or two, but with Justins state of mind who knew. "You know Brian sang that the night we met. He took E. E E E E...Lots of E." Justin went on. Tonya rolled her eyes and was never more relieved to hear Anthony anounce their arrival. The two helped Justin out of the car and before they made it to the door, Justin was spilling the contents of his stomach onto the sidewalk. "Come on Jus." Ant led Justin through the door. When this proved to be more difficult then he thought, he picked the blond up and threw him over his shoulder. True Ant wasn't much taller then Justin, but carrying him would be much easier then trying to get a drugged and drunk Justin upstairs. Tonya unlocked the door and held it open as Ant put him on their bed. When Ant was sure he had passed out for the night he joined Tonya in the living room. "What the fuck was all that about?" Ant asked dropping down next to the girl. Tonya took a breath. "Brian." "Just because he wouldn't return a fucking phone call? That's kinda...I dunno. You're the therapist." She shrugged. "Justin won't really open up to me. Though that's not surprising." "So you said you think Brian's cheating on him?" Ant went on. "I called his phone. A woman answered. He's not returning Justin's phone calls. It kinda makes sense." Anthony sighed. "Yeah but, I just...If Justin is so caught up on this why doesn't he just go see Brian?" "I don't know. There's more to the story then we know." ~-~-~~-~-~~-~-~~-~-~~-~-~~-~-~~-~-~~-~-~~-~-~~-~-~ Justin woke up and wanted to rip his head of his body. Everything ached and when he sat up, the room started to spin fast. He sighed and laid back down, but from this position the spinning became faster. Groaning he forced himself to sit up and immidiately regretted it as he darted to the bathroom and emptied his stomachs contents into the toilet bowl. After flushing the mess away, he rinsed his hands and threw some water on his face before searching for anything that would stop the insistant pounding in his head. He spotted a pain killer he wasn't allergic too and took it before deciding to make an appearance in the kitchen. Tonya was up and making breakfast the only sound was the Ant's faint snoring from the couch. "Hey!" She greeted brightly. He held a hand up. "Shhh, my head might explode." "Oh you'll be fine." Tonya was too fucking happy in the morning. "Food." She put a plate down in front of him and he gagged. "Coffee and maybe a butcher knife so I can cut the top of my head off." He whispered. "That's what you get for taking what was it A B C D E E E and lots and lots of alcohol." She smirked setting a mug in front of him. "Shh..and did I really say that?" He asked. Tonya nodded. "Among other stuff." "Do I even want to know?" He took a sip of the black liquid. She smiled. "Well you asked if Ant wanted to fuck you because you had a tight hole and a great ass. Then you wanted to know if I wanted to fuck you with a strap on and may have mentioned something about a threesome." Justin felt himself become redder with every word she spoke. "Sorry." He mumbled. "No need to apologize hon. You also said you didn't have a home and that Brian doesn't love you." Justin shrugged and picked up his coffee. "I'm going to take a shower."