"Just!" Molly yelps practically throwing herself in my arms. I can't believe how much she looks like my mom. 

Smiling, I hug her back. "Hey Mullosk!"

"Justin you haven't called me that since I was 7 years old. I'm 16 now." She informs me.

"I'm sorry your heiness." Her cheeks go a pale red and I can't help but laugh.

She looks over my shoulder and spots Tim. "Who's this?"

"Molly, this is Tim. Tim this is my sister Molly."

Tim steps up next to me and kisses her on the cheek which makes her blush again.

"Justin! Justin!" My mother is next and wraps her arms around me so tight that I can barely breathe and I can feel tears on my shoulder. "Honey, I can't believe your here." 

Hugging my mom back I can't help but notice tears on my cheeks as well when we pull back from each other. 

"Hi mom." 

She too notices Tim. "Hi, you must be Tim. I'm Jennifer, Justin's mother."

"It's a pleasure Jennifer." Tim leans down and kisses her cheek as well.

My mother smiles. "Well, you boys have got to be tired, it's late. I have the spare bedroom made up for you boys."

"Thanks mom." I grab my bag and Tim follows me upstairs.

I sigh and pull off my shirt once we get in the room. I feel Tims eyes on my back as he closes the door. 

"So..." 

Closing my eyes, I throw myself on the bed. "Can we go back to New York now?"

"Oh come on. It's not that bad." Tim chuckles and sits next to me.

"It will be come tomorrow." 

Tim rolls over onto me. "Let's get these jeans off of you." 

I feel him start to kiss my neck and run his hand down to the buttons on my jeans.

"Tim..."

"Hmm?" He starts to move his lips southward.

"Tim."

He ignores me and continues doing what he's doing. God it feels good but then I remember.

"TIM! Stop." I pull his face off my body.

"What?" Tim groans.

Rubbing my eyes I really don't want to start a fight. "My sister's in the room across the hall."

"So? We can be quiet." He purrs and starts to kiss my neck again.

Pulling his head up, I look him straight in the eyes. "I said no. This is my moms' house. My little sister is right across the hall." I repeat.

"This is about Brian." 

"No this is not about Brian."

Tim gives me a look. I really don't want to get into this now. 

"Every time I want to have sex you're not in the mood. Yet you expect sex whenever you want it." Tim spats sitting up.

I can't believe he just said that. "What?" I shoot up off the bed. 

"I don't think I need to say it again. So that's that."

"No, that's not fucking that. You're not going to bring up Brian and than say that's that."

Tim stands up and slips off his jeans. "We're done with this conversation."

"Excuse me?" I can't believe what he's saying.

He just looks at me and gets into bed. 

"Fine, if that's the way you want to play it. Than fine." I state pulling back on my t-shirt.

Slamming the door shut, I make my way downstairs to the kitchen and to the refrigerator.

"Hey." 

I feel my heart stop for a second and turn around to face the voice. It's Tucker. 

"Uh, hi."

Tucker motions to the kitchen chair opposite of him. "Want some cold pizza?"

"No." I take the seat.

"So I heard you and your boyfriend." He blurts.

I'm slightly embarassed by that. "I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay. Everything alright?" I must give him an odd look. "I know it's probably private. I know you probably don't like me very well. I just thought if you need to talk I'm here."

"As a parental figure?" I ask sarcastically.

Tucker smiles. "As a friend."

"You know I use to think you were just a cheap fling for my middle aged mother. Just her boy toy."

He smirks. "Ah, I remember. The day you first met me you asked me in other words if I was fucking your mother."

I have to chuckle at that. 

"So?"

Sighing, I decide to take a slice of pizza. "How much time do you have? By the way, why are you up?"

"It's Christmas eve. Someone has to wait up for Santa."

Letting out another sigh, I settle in for a long night. 

"Umm, where do I begin? I'm in love with someone who loves me but won't be with me. I have a boyfriend out of convenience. My life is a fucking mess. I'm twenty fucking eight years old and all I want to be able to do is wake up in the morning and not have all the regrets I do now. I just want to come home, ya know?" 

Tucker nods. "Than why don't you?"

"It's not that easy." It's not.

"Oh, I think it is." 

I pick up a napkin off the table and start to shread it. "I have a life there."

"One where you sound like your miserable in."

"Tim's there."

"The one who's the convenience." Tucker adds.

I let air escape between my lips. "I love him. I really do. He's always been there for me. He fills the void. He's just not..."

"Brian." Tucker concludes. 

Tucker smiles sadly at me. "You really do love him. I mean whole heartedly love him."

Burying my head in my arms, I nod. "He doesn't want me." I feel the tears start.

"He's a fool."

"He's being safe." I admit. "I broke his heart." I try to wipe my eyes but the tears keep coming.

Tucker stands up. "Justin you deserve happiness in your life. I hope you can find that with Tim. But even though you may not think it, you can always go home."