To be fair, Justin had never been more thankful to be alone than he was right now. The party had ended an hour ago and, now he’d tidied up and made it look as if nothing had happened, he was sat on his bed, knees drawn up to his chest as he stared out the window over the street. To say he was confused was an understatement. His lips still tingled from the brief kiss with the supposedly straight Brian Kinney. Maybe he wasn’t as straight as he thought. Then again, if he was gay then wouldn’t he have stuck up for the other fags? All this thinking was making his head hurt. His sheets had been changed from blue to white, a virginal and pure color. Everything Justin wasn’t. School tomorrow was going to be fun. How could he face Lindsay after what had happened? What HAD happened? He couldn’t remember anything except Brian telling him he’d done it. The thought of having sex with a girl was starting to make him feel sick so it was out the door and down the hallway to the bathroom to bury his head in the toilet. He’d only finished retching when the slamming of the front door alerted him to his mothers return followed by her shrill yell of, “Justin!” Groaning, Justin cleaned himself up and shuffled down the stairs, he was still dressed in his cream cargos but had pulled on a slightly baggier than baggy faded black sweater whose sleeves hid his hands, holes cut out of them for his thumbs, “Yeah mom?” he offered a small smile as he took the shopping bags she held out to him, “You’re home early, what happened?” He knew EXACTLY what had happened. She’d been in an argument with his dad, then her ’mumsie senses’ had kicked in and, having realised her little boy was sick, she’d donned her super mom attire and flown home. That’s how it always was. His mother shook her head as she started to unpack the shopping, “Justin, I need you to go to the diner and pick up Molly”, Justin was a tad confused, “Why’s Mollusk at the Diner?” Jennifer started rambling about meeting a woman called Debbie, who’s son was gay, then offering to take Molly while Jennifer shopped. It made sense to Justin so he nodded, deciding he’d better change into something a little more presentable. Soon he’d reappeared in yet another pair of cargos, a too tight orange t-shirt with ’fcuk like rabbits’ on the front which was short and showed some of his lower stomach. He grabbed his grey and blue zip up and tugged it on as he kissed his mother goodbye and left the house. Liberty Avenue looked pretty much the same at night as it did during the day only, there were hustlers on the street and bright lights everywhere. One hand stuffed deep in his pocket, he lit up a cigarette as he moved, evading groping hands and offers to have his cock sucked. He might have taken them up on it had he not have to locate his wayward sister. The diner was lit up, in a way like a Christmas tree. It was almost laughable. Flicking his dead cigarette onto the sidewalk, he pushed open the door and stepped into the warmth, azure eyes scanning about for his sister, whom he found with a drag queen, swapping make up tips, “Hey Mollusk, mom sent me”, he said in way of greeting as he looked about. Brian and the gang sat nearby, laughing and chatting with each other. If he could get out of here without being noticed, then he’d be more than happy. Debbie, obviously, had other ideas. “SUNSHINE!” came the shriek and Justin had to take a step back so he wouldn’t be bowled over when Debbie hugged him tight, “Hey Deb…” his voice was quite as he offered her a rather forced grin. As predicted, the gang (with the exception of Lindsay surprise, surprise) was watching him. Debbie pulled back and eyed up the ill looking boy. “Christ Sunshine, what happened to you!?” Justin POV I shrugged my petite shoulders casually, “I’m not sure but tell you the truth, I’m really hungry”, I say rather sheepishly before flashing a Sunshine smile. Mikey was motioning me to go to their booth and, with a quick glance at Molly (who looked quite engrossed in her conversation) I slid in beside the raven haired boy, saying my hellos as Debbie brought me a lemon square and a coke. My eyes stayed on Molly and I knew she’d grow up to be a good fag hag, maybe she could take lessons from Daphne. That’s it ‘Sunshine’s School for Gifted Fag Hag’s’, it has a ring to it. The drag queen had to leave so I shifted over so Molly could slip in beside me, “Guys this is Molly, Molly this is Emmett, Ted, Mikey, Brian, Lindsay and you know Daphne”. A chorus of ‘hello’s’, ‘hi’s’ and ‘hey baby’ came from my friends mouth as my arm slipped round Molly’s shoulders, she was obviously feeling very left out, sat at a table with a dyke, a breeder, four queers and whatever the hell Brian was.
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Chat stayed off sex and more on school and plans for Friday night. Justin found himself invited to go to Babylon with them, then stay at Mikey’s house that night. Sounded like a plan. Then suddenly the conversation switched to Justin and his old life. Nervously he shifted in his seat, Molly having felt her brother tense, “W…What’s to tell? I was born and raised in the Manhattan, I had a relatively normal life til Craig found out I was gay. He never liked it but I was still the same person I was before, but then he overheard me and Mollusk here talking about boys and who was hot at school, he flipped….said he didn’t want his daughter subjected to that ‘disgusting’ lifestyle by some pathetic faggot…” he trailed off, looking at the table so Molly helped him, “Then turns out he had a lover so mom went mad. She filed for a divorce and he fought for me, saying he didn’t want me to live with this ‘pathetic faggot’, he told the judge. The judge didn’t like a man talking about his own son like that, not to mention I’m sure the judge was gay, he was soooo eying you up Jester”, “Shut up Molly!” came the laughed reply as he jabbed her in the ribs before Molly continued, “Then we moved here, end of…” Brian POV Wow this kids had it rough. Makes me glad I never told my parents I was gay. Mom would spend every moment praying for my soul and dad would try to beat some sense into me. I watch him from over the table, how, as he speaks his dark eyelashes close and stand out against his alabaster skin, his blonde hair unruly and hanging over his eyes, the ‘sunshine’ smile he gives us every now and again. Those perfectly kissable lips. God get a grip Kinney. So you want to fuck him, he’s very fuckable. That’s all it is, all it’s meant to be. So why the hell does he make me queasy when he looks at me. It’s not a bad queasy. It’s like I have butterflies but Brian Kinney, teenage Stud of Liberty does NOT get butterflies.
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Plans were made and suddenly, Justin realised he’d been there for two hours. He was a dead man, a very dead man. He had school and so did Molly, his related fag hag. Pushing his sister out the booth, he heard the door jingle but paid no heed. Well, that was until Molly gasped loudly. Blinking Justin turned to the door, eyes widening as the stranger stepped forward. “Molly, what are you doing in this fag dive?” Heads turned at that, everyone staring at the man who’d spoken too. Molly looked petrified at having been caught so Justin stepped behind her, the man’s eyes narrowing in anger as he saw him. The gang watching on in confusion. "Hello Dad“