A/N : Big thanks to Shannyn. And a great hug for Tubby.
Everything you ever touched, the fingerprints like Crime scene evidence undisturbed in dust I don't dare touch anything of yours, Because it's evidence of us And it means everything Well sort of JUSTINS POV It's 5:30 and I am awoken by the sound of a fucking trompet. Gee, guys, how original..Heavy footsteps are heard in the hallways and the same voice we heard last night, yells: "UP! UP! UP! YOU FUCKING PUSSIES, GET YOUR ASSES OUT OF BED!" I jump up and shake James. "James." *groan* "JAMES!" He mumbles."Five more minutes..." "NO. NOW! We need to get up, don't want to be late on our first day, now do we?" He jumps up and only then seems to realize where he is. He pinches the bridge of his nose. "We're still here hu?" I nod. "No dream?" I shake my head. "Afraid not, bucko!" We change silently and are heading out to cafeteria when a voice shouts at us: "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LADIES TRYING TO DO?" We turn around slowly, fear visible in our eyes. We need to look up to see this guy's face (our heads end where his neck begins). "GET. OUT!" We shake and hurry out of the hallways and in the direct "Mad Ass"'s finger was pointing. The courtyard's full of people. Soldiers. Like puppets they stand in a line, perfectly still, their face showing no emotion. Except one face, that stands out above all others. A girl's face, reminding me of Daphne, the same skintone and curly hair. I see her smiling at me, though her lips do not move an inch from the thin line they had been just moments before. Her eyes hold a hidden sparkle as she just stands there, tall and unmoving. We rapidly to take our place among the masses and follow the directions of this mindless life. Do as you're told and do not speak unless you are spoken to. Crawl through the mudd and cut yourself on the iron wire, but remind yourself that you owe your country all this pain. We are a proud nation and must act like one. It's been a good day so far..Chris Hobbs only kicked me once when I lay face down in a puddle of dirt. My only desire is survival so I can get to Brian. If he could only see me now. * The cafeteria again, and the same disgusting food is smacked upon our plate. I see the girl with hidden smiles sitting all alone and wander over to her table, James following my footsteps. "Hey," I startle her out of her daydreaming, and she jumps a little, then smiles. "Hey..sit down. You must be the new guys, huh? I saw you on the grounds this morning." I nod my head and look next to me, where James is staring at her, seemingly mesmerised. Christ, how many times a day do I need to nudge this guy? He utters a hoarse : "I'm..," clears his throat and continues, "James." She flashes him a great smile and I recognize the glimmer I had discovered in the irisses of her eyes in the early morninglight. She extends her hand at him and he accepts it (somewhat stunned) with a grin. "Charlotte." Their hands don't let go until I roll my eyes and sigh -very exaggerated and fucking loud- making my presence known to them. They let eachother go as if suddenly burned and she apologetically slides her hand into mine. "Uh - Justin, this is Charlotte.." James explains to me - Dude, I was right there - I giggle."Charlotte - Justin." She starts laughing too and a couple of seconds later a very embaressed James snickers (I mean, it's not like the guy'll laugh at himself). Some time during my laughing fit I look beside me and I can tell James doesn't want to leave her yet (the guy's got it pretty bad I'd say), so I try starting up a conversation. I'm not just doing it for him either, she seems really nice, and I'd like another friend in this hellhole...Looks like she's just the girl for the job.. "So Charlotte, what's your story?" I ask her, my voice all professional and serious. She clears her throat, sweeps her hair off her forhead with a fancy gesture and starts: "Well Justin,James, I would say that is a rather uneventful story..." She snickers. "I'm a highschool dropout in need of some serious discipline. So my parents sent me here." "Aah," I conclude."Another forced one.." I wink at her, letting her know I'm only kidding.. She grins misschievously. "Yes, boys..Now, while we're here, we might as well do some damage, break some rules.." She shrugs it off as no big deal... This might proove to be fun... * BRIANS POV "Jennifer Taylor's office, this is Marci speaking.." This is the same way I've been greeted every other time (that's four times!) I've called this morning. Jenn won't pick up her cellphone or at her condo. Now, now, mommy - avoiding me? "Why hello Marci, it's me again..is she in?" I ask politely (Justin's country club manners have rubbed off on me)and I hear her catch her breath for a minute. Oh yes, Mr. Tremont, I'll put you through to her..Hold a minute please. I can almost see her winking at me..Oh, how we love secretaries who are fond of a true conspiracy and have a great knack for inventing codenames.. *..* "Jennifer Taylor speaking.." All of my built up temper and frustration is on the verge of escaping at hearing her voice. She might be my only clue to finding him and her avoiding me only proves this statement. "Jen.." "Ah, Brian. I was wondering what took you this long."she simply states."And such an original codename too...did you honestly think I didn't know where my son had been living the past year?" I sigh into the phone. No biggie, Marci - we'll get 'er next time. "I need to find him. Please help me find him..I know I've not been your favourite, but -" She interrupts me. "It doesn't matter who my favourite was - or is - Brian. You are Justins favourite, that's all that matters to me..-don't roll your eyes -" My eyerolling stops midway - what *is* it with those Taylors seeming to know everything I do? I wonder if Molly has this thing to? "You made him happy, Brian. The happiest I've ever seen him. I just never wanted to admit that you were right for him. I don't want to lie to you, Brian.That's why I've tried avoiding you. Justin always said you were persistent..."she laughs."Turns out he was right.." Then she grows serious again. "Brian, if I tell you where he is - the things Justin tried to stop from happening will happen anyway.We just can't do that to him.I know we both love him too much for that." And then she suprises the shit out of me by saying she would like to meet me somewhere, so we can talk. I'm too shocked to speak so when nothing but a sharp inhale of breath comes out of me, she seems to understand perfectly. "You are the only thing I have left of him, Brian.I need him just as much as you do." Can't argue with that one. * JUSTINS POV "Shhhhh-it." I hear Charlotte whisper frantically, as she drops the flashlight to the floor with a loud klang. Ooh, thaaat's just great. Ruin the only source of light we have why don't you? "Guys -" she yells at her most silent tone. "Guys! - I can't fucking find it anymore.." James and I both groan out of frustration, as we lower ourselves to the ground and - oh yes - *crawl* over the dirty floor, with our hands for searchtools. Footsteps in the distance. Dm. Dm. Dm. We hold still and stop breathing altogether, letting out a relieved breath when the footsteps grow silent. And then Ms. Subtle starts giggling uncontrolably. Oh Man! This should've been a 'girls not allowed'-mission, but try telling that to *her*. Besides - other than our higher chances of getting caught- so far it's been fucking *fun*. I reach for her and put my hand in front of her mouth. Shhh. A light shines happily into our eyes and thank God James found the flashlight. We each take one of her hands and run as silently as we can through the maze of endless halls full of rooms, in most of which snoring can be heard. We finally break free and run through the grounds, sitting down on the soft patches of grass, already sprinkled with dew. We fall backwards and stare up at the sky, littered with stars. Dance with me on the littered floor of heaven where freedom is the purest thing since love has touched the ground. I love you Brian.