Georgia, Chapter 9.1
Title: Georgia
Author: bjfangirl87
Pairing: Justin/OMC(past), Justin/Brian
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU
Warning: OOC, depictions of violence/domestic abuse
Summary: Justin runs away from New York City and his abusive boyfriend. He breaks down in a small town in Georgia and meets the local mechanic. Has Justin found the life he always wanted?
Disclaimer: I don't own Brian, Justin or any of the other QAF gang. They belong to Cowlip and Showtime.
Banner by: foreverbm! Thankies, Viv!
Previous Chapters
A/N: Sorry it's so short. Trying to update without help from the muses is a bitch. But still, it's an update. Enjoy!
All of the gang ended up at Brian's house after church let out for the day. Justin noticed that even though there were a few cars lined up, the driveway was not even half-full.
He got out of Brian's truck, and made his way to the cabin. He sat down on a chair in the living room and did his best to stay out of the way of everyone who was headed toward the kitchen.
"Howdy," said Gus as he at down on the arm of the chair. "Why ya sittin' here by yerself?"
Justin smiled at the boy. "Oh, I'm just trying to stay out of people's way. Especially while they're making food."
"Well," the boy drawled, "wanna go toss 'roun' a football? I'm good at catchin'. Daddy's helpin' me practice fer when school starts back. Says I could be on the team."
Justin's smile grew at the almost-teen's enthusiasm. "I'm not very good, but I'm sure that you are. Sure, let's go play."
"Thank ya, Jus'in."
Gus stood up and walked to his room, presumably to grab a football. Justin got up from the chair and made his way through the dining room and out to the back yard.
His eyes grew when he saw the garden. There were rows of vegetables, lush and green from their places in the ground. When he looked closer, he saw a few other colors as well. The light red of still-growing tomatoes. Bright orange peppers. Deep purple eggplant. It was the most amazing vegetable garden he had ever seen.
When Justin looked out further, he saw a few trees, some sprouting lucious fruit. And on the other side of the hard, behind an old iron fence was a grape vine. Green as well as red. Justin's mouth immediately began to water.
"Like whatcha see, Sunshine?"
Justin didn't even need to turn around. He knew Brian was behind him. That deep voice with the husky accent never failed to send a shiver down his spine. "This is amazing, Brian," he replied. "You did all of this yourself?"
"Had a bit a' help from God, I reckin," the brunet said. "And Gus. Kid's a good help. He'd be a perty great farmer someday."
Just then, they heard footsteps in the grass behind them. "Kid comin' through," Gus said loudly. "Keep yer hands to yerself, Daddy. Don't need that pi'ture in my head. Not 'fore supper, at leas'."
"Yeah, yeah, smart ass," Brian mumbled against Justin's ear, but he let go of the blonde. "Whatcha need, Sonnyboy?"
"Jus'in said he'd practice with me," Gus replied to the father.
"Kay," Brian said. "How 'bout we all stay out here til supper?"
"Great," the boy said, with a big smile on his face. He was looking forward to spending time with Justin. He wanted to make sure the blone was good enough for his dad.
Author: bjfangirl87
Pairing: Justin/OMC(past), Justin/Brian
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU
Warning: OOC, depictions of violence/domestic abuse
Summary: Justin runs away from New York City and his abusive boyfriend. He breaks down in a small town in Georgia and meets the local mechanic. Has Justin found the life he always wanted?
Disclaimer: I don't own Brian, Justin or any of the other QAF gang. They belong to Cowlip and Showtime.
Banner by: foreverbm! Thankies, Viv!
Previous Chapters
A/N: Sorry it's so short. Trying to update without help from the muses is a bitch. But still, it's an update. Enjoy!
All of the gang ended up at Brian's house after church let out for the day. Justin noticed that even though there were a few cars lined up, the driveway was not even half-full.
He got out of Brian's truck, and made his way to the cabin. He sat down on a chair in the living room and did his best to stay out of the way of everyone who was headed toward the kitchen.
"Howdy," said Gus as he at down on the arm of the chair. "Why ya sittin' here by yerself?"
Justin smiled at the boy. "Oh, I'm just trying to stay out of people's way. Especially while they're making food."
"Well," the boy drawled, "wanna go toss 'roun' a football? I'm good at catchin'. Daddy's helpin' me practice fer when school starts back. Says I could be on the team."
Justin's smile grew at the almost-teen's enthusiasm. "I'm not very good, but I'm sure that you are. Sure, let's go play."
"Thank ya, Jus'in."
Gus stood up and walked to his room, presumably to grab a football. Justin got up from the chair and made his way through the dining room and out to the back yard.
His eyes grew when he saw the garden. There were rows of vegetables, lush and green from their places in the ground. When he looked closer, he saw a few other colors as well. The light red of still-growing tomatoes. Bright orange peppers. Deep purple eggplant. It was the most amazing vegetable garden he had ever seen.
When Justin looked out further, he saw a few trees, some sprouting lucious fruit. And on the other side of the hard, behind an old iron fence was a grape vine. Green as well as red. Justin's mouth immediately began to water.
"Like whatcha see, Sunshine?"
Justin didn't even need to turn around. He knew Brian was behind him. That deep voice with the husky accent never failed to send a shiver down his spine. "This is amazing, Brian," he replied. "You did all of this yourself?"
"Had a bit a' help from God, I reckin," the brunet said. "And Gus. Kid's a good help. He'd be a perty great farmer someday."
Just then, they heard footsteps in the grass behind them. "Kid comin' through," Gus said loudly. "Keep yer hands to yerself, Daddy. Don't need that pi'ture in my head. Not 'fore supper, at leas'."
"Yeah, yeah, smart ass," Brian mumbled against Justin's ear, but he let go of the blonde. "Whatcha need, Sonnyboy?"
"Jus'in said he'd practice with me," Gus replied to the father.
"Kay," Brian said. "How 'bout we all stay out here til supper?"
"Great," the boy said, with a big smile on his face. He was looking forward to spending time with Justin. He wanted to make sure the blone was good enough for his dad.