Happy Valentine Day Project!
Title: Happy Valentine Day
Author: soulmatejunkee
Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: Post 5.13
Word Count: 521
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. It’s all CowLip and Showtime.
Beta: My lovely mander3_swish - thank you :)
Okay, there's a lot to do lately for us "Evil Kinney Girls" and it makes me feel so guilty, because I don't have so much time lately and ... there are so many important days for the EKG's coming up and and and. It's all a lame excuse.
Here we go with just a little something! As always: Every comment is welcome. I Love to read what you think. Thanks!
Brian's POV
It’s Valentine’s Day.
Another day I so do not want to celebrate. Just like birthdays, Christmas, Thanksgiving, and practically everything else. Unfortunately, I seem to be the only person who doesn’t give a shit about... that shit. Everyone else is totally euphoric about it.
That is... everyone except for Justin. He doesn’t say anything and that confuses me. Is this a test? What if I ignore the day? Is he going to be disappointed? Angry? Or will he just ignore it, too? If I ask him, I’ll have to do something. I cannot bring it up and then not do anything, that’s pathetic. As soon as it’s mentioned, I would be stuck.
I could act as if I forgot about it because I’m so busy at work. That would work if everyone else didn’t mention that fucking day all the time and if the TV wouldn’t be full of advertising for this special day and if my partner would be brain-dead.
I’ve been trying to figure him out for days. I catch myself staring at him, and either he’s actually okay or he really doesn’t give a shit; I’m really hoping for the latter.
So I spent an entire fucking week trying to figure out what to do, only to realize: It’s Justin! And I know Justin, just like he knows me. He knows I don’t give a shit and so he doesn’t say anything, and yes, he probably doesn’t expect anything. However, he wants me to give a shit because for him it’s a sign that I care about him and about us. He’s Justin.
I decide to do something. I walk to the store and look at the fucking flowers for fifteen minutes, only to realize that just as he is Justin - I’m still Brian, and I won’t buy flowers for anyone, except for a funeral.
We’re Brian and Justin. We’ve already been through this playing a role shit to try to please the other. It didn’t work because we are who we are.
But then I know how easy it is to disappoint him because sometimes he expects things to change without telling me. For some reason he seems to think that I’m able to read his mind, which I can’t, of course.
So I just get us something for dinner, some good shit to smoke, and something to drink, and drive back home. I admit I was a little nervous because I didn’t have a backup plan. Every good restaurant was booked full, for sure.
He’s standing at the window, looking outside. It’s snowing. He turns around and looks at me. There’s a little present in his hand that looks like a small box.
I clear my throat and show him what I brought. “Happy Valentine’s, Sunshine.”
He nods and tosses the little box at me. I catch it and open the paper, still hoping for nothing that would make me feel guilty. I stare down at a package of red colored condoms.
“Happy Valentine’s Day to you, too.”
I look up at him and answer his pleased smile. Yeah, this is Justin, he knows me.
Author: soulmatejunkee
Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: Post 5.13
Word Count: 521
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. It’s all CowLip and Showtime.
Beta: My lovely mander3_swish - thank you :)
Okay, there's a lot to do lately for us "Evil Kinney Girls" and it makes me feel so guilty, because I don't have so much time lately and ... there are so many important days for the EKG's coming up and and and. It's all a lame excuse.
Here we go with just a little something! As always: Every comment is welcome. I Love to read what you think. Thanks!
Brian's POV
It’s Valentine’s Day.
Another day I so do not want to celebrate. Just like birthdays, Christmas, Thanksgiving, and practically everything else. Unfortunately, I seem to be the only person who doesn’t give a shit about... that shit. Everyone else is totally euphoric about it.
That is... everyone except for Justin. He doesn’t say anything and that confuses me. Is this a test? What if I ignore the day? Is he going to be disappointed? Angry? Or will he just ignore it, too? If I ask him, I’ll have to do something. I cannot bring it up and then not do anything, that’s pathetic. As soon as it’s mentioned, I would be stuck.
I could act as if I forgot about it because I’m so busy at work. That would work if everyone else didn’t mention that fucking day all the time and if the TV wouldn’t be full of advertising for this special day and if my partner would be brain-dead.
I’ve been trying to figure him out for days. I catch myself staring at him, and either he’s actually okay or he really doesn’t give a shit; I’m really hoping for the latter.
So I spent an entire fucking week trying to figure out what to do, only to realize: It’s Justin! And I know Justin, just like he knows me. He knows I don’t give a shit and so he doesn’t say anything, and yes, he probably doesn’t expect anything. However, he wants me to give a shit because for him it’s a sign that I care about him and about us. He’s Justin.
I decide to do something. I walk to the store and look at the fucking flowers for fifteen minutes, only to realize that just as he is Justin - I’m still Brian, and I won’t buy flowers for anyone, except for a funeral.
We’re Brian and Justin. We’ve already been through this playing a role shit to try to please the other. It didn’t work because we are who we are.
But then I know how easy it is to disappoint him because sometimes he expects things to change without telling me. For some reason he seems to think that I’m able to read his mind, which I can’t, of course.
So I just get us something for dinner, some good shit to smoke, and something to drink, and drive back home. I admit I was a little nervous because I didn’t have a backup plan. Every good restaurant was booked full, for sure.
He’s standing at the window, looking outside. It’s snowing. He turns around and looks at me. There’s a little present in his hand that looks like a small box.
I clear my throat and show him what I brought. “Happy Valentine’s, Sunshine.”
He nods and tosses the little box at me. I catch it and open the paper, still hoping for nothing that would make me feel guilty. I stare down at a package of red colored condoms.
“Happy Valentine’s Day to you, too.”
I look up at him and answer his pleased smile. Yeah, this is Justin, he knows me.