My instructions were clear. Tonight was Justin's night. I threw him a fuckin' party for his 20th birthday. Again, my instructions were perfectly clear. No one...not one fuckin' person from my 'other family' was invited. The guests were Justin's mother, sister, Daphne and her boyfriend (Lucas), Lindsay & Mel, Gus, Michael, Ben, Hunter, Emmett, Ted, Debbie & Hovarth (always nice to have someone on the other side), Justin's friends from PIFA: Dallas, Nathan, Joel, Tracy, Eddie and Chloe. And of course I invited a few people that he had befriended at the diner... not that I remember their names, but who the fuck really cares? In any case, there were supposed to be about 25 invited guests. That was it. I was very fuckin' clear. My "family" knew better than to give Justin a gift. They knew that I would probably kick their asses if they gave him anything. So they settled on sending him a fruit basket and flowers from all of them. Of course Justin took one look at them and said to me, "What in the fuck am I going to do with this?" Yes, my Justin prefers more materialistic things over things that can wilt or rot. This party was my gift. Everything was going fine. Justin was happy. Everyone was having a good time. And then that fuckin' idiot walks in. Fuckin' bastard. I could have fuckin' shot him right there in his fuckin' head. I'm talking about Will. He saunters right in with a big smile on his face. I can't fuckin' believe the disrespect. He grins at me. He fuckin' waves at me. And then he goes to pour himself a drink. I don't fuckin' think so. With a plastic smile on my face, I go over to him and place my fingers around the back of his neck ever-so-tightly. Still smiling, I ask, "What in the fuck do you think you're doing?" He tries to turn his head, but my grip is firm, "I just came by to give my birthday wishes to the birthday boy." Okay, he must be drunk. I lead him away from the bar, my hand still on his neck. He tries to squirm away, but my legs are longer: I'm a fast walker. Opening the bathroom door, I throw him in, shutting the door behind me. Will tries to stand up, so of course I'm all for helping him: I grab him by his hair and slam him against the wall. "What part of 'no fuckin' person is allowed to come into MY home during Justin's party' didn't you understand?" He opens his mouth to speak, but I don't care. He fucked up, and that was that. With my fingers still twisted into his hair, I throw him forward, kicking his stomach before grabbing him by the neck and slamming his head against the toilet seat. His scream is muffled by another kick and another slam against the lid. The white, porcelin seat quickly becomes splattered with blood as I continue to slam his head over and over again against the seat. The adreneline rushes through my body. My hands are shaking and I throw his body against the wall, watching it crumple to the floor. Will is covered in blood. I'm covered in blood. And this bathroom is no longer usable for guests. "Fuck." I touch Will's blood soaked neck and I don't feel a pulse. "Shit, " I mutter. I hadn't planned to kill him that quickly. The music is still playing loudly outside the bathroom and I wonder how much time I have. Taking my cell phone out of my pocket, I dial the cleaners. "Shit," this was going to be tricky. I make a few more calls. Hanging up, I sigh, looking down at the body. Maybe I could hide him behind the shower for the time being? Just then, the door knocks. "Fuck off," I call back. "Bri, it's me." Justin replies. I cautiously open the door. Seeing that he's alone, I ask, "What?" He smiles sweetly, ignoring the blood on my face, "It's past Gus' bedtime. Lindsay and Melanie are taking him home. You need to say goodnight to your son." I just stare at him. He smiles, pushing me back into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. Glancing over at Will, he shakes his head, "I never liked him anyway." I smirk, then tell him to go get me a new shirt. He kisses my cheek, whispering, "Thanks for the party." I kiss him back, "You can thank me properly tonight. Now get me my shirt." He teases, "Someone's a bit bossy," and walks back out the door. He returns a few seconds later with a moderately similar shirt to the one I'm wearing now. "You missed a spot," he comments as I wipe my face with a wet towel. Taking the towel, he cleans the blood off my neck. I can't help myself. He looks too fuckin' hot. I press my mouth roughly against his, running my fingers through his hair and pushing him hard against the wall. He moans, returning my kiss and tearing off my bloodied shirt. It's then when I remember that the munchers are waiting for me. "Fuckin' shit," I mutter, pushing him away and putting my new shirt on, "Where are they?" Justin frowns, obviously annoyed, "Waiting by the door, you asshole." I lightly kiss his forehead and guide him out of the bathroom with me. I know he's going to be a bitch about it tonight, but for now he's the perfect angel with his trademark smile for all his guests to see. Mel scowls at me by the door, commenting loudly, "You just had to fuck him before coming to see goodbye to us, huh?" I grin, "It's his birthday, Mel," and give Lindsay a kiss on the cheek. Gus is already asleep. Smiling, I kiss his head and whisper, "Goodnight, Sonny-boy." Justin thanks them for coming and returns towards the bathroom to make sure no one goes in. Where in the fuck are the cleaners? I'm about to close the door when I see the cakes arriving...and the cleaners coming up as well (perfect fuckin' timing). The caterers wheel in two sheet cakes and a large top cake. I lead the cleaners to the bathroom, pushing Justin towards the cake just as the music begins and the stripper jumps out. Yes, a quick second phone call and I got the perfect distraction...of course I'm sure Jennifer is pissed. I see her immediately covering Molly's eyes. The girl is 14: it's not like she doesn't know what's going on. Oh well, call it an educational experience from me to her.

The cleaners work fast and within 15 minutes Will's body is in two backbacks and a duffle bag. They leave without anyone noticing--or caring for that matter. I must admit, this stripper is fuckin' flexible. He was definately worth the money. I find Justin sitting at the bar, admiring the view and being amused by his friends' reactions. I sit beside him, commenting, "Dallas is a pretty good dancer." He nods, "That's because she's a dance major." His voice lets me know that he's still annoyed with me. "So you're going to be a fuckin' ungrateful brat to me for the rest of the night?" "No, just until the party ends. Then I'm having my revenge." I arch my eyebrow, "Oh really?" He nods, smiling as he takes a drink, "Oh yes. And Brian, it's going to be a long night." I try to hide a grin. Leaning forward, I lick his cheek, whispering, "Can't fuckin' wait." He chuckles, "Well you're going to have to because I don't think anyone is leaving anytime soon." I look back at the crowd. Yep, no one was going to be leaving for awhile. Turning back to Justin, he's already walking to the other side of the room to chat with Daphne and Lucas.

Coming soon-- Chapter 12: A Grandiloquent Guide to Brian's body (Justin's perspective)