Happy Birthday manueladb
Title: 36 hours
Author: soulmatejunkee
Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: Starts right after 2.20
Warnings: Angsty
Word Count: 829
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. It’s all CowLip and Showtime.
Beta: My lovely mander3_swish - thank you :)
Happy Birthday Manu! I wish you all the best for the new year. Enjoy!
I know for a birthday it should be a little happy fic. Unfortunately my muse disagrees with that. I tried and this was the outcome.
As always: Every comment is welcome. I Love to read what you think. Thanks!
This Banner was not planed, but the ones we chose simply didn't fit...
Brian's POV
2.28 AM
I leave Babylon. Just like last night.
It’s way too early. The party is still on and I should be there. I should keep partying, dancing, fucking and laughing, but I’m not in the mood anymore. Just like last night.
This was a big event I planned for him, for them, for their comic, to help them, but he left the party…early.
And I know he’s not at home, just like last night, but I’ll still be home on time. Where else would I want to be?
I avoided Michael on my way out. I know he wanted to comfort me, to talk to me about what happened, about how I stood there, completely caught off guard and watched Justin kiss the fiddler and leave with him. I don’t want to talk about it; I don’t want to think about it. I’ll deal with it… when I
have to.
2.39 AM
I close the door behind me and turn on the lights. Just like last night.
There are some of his clothes lying on the sofa, some of his sketches on the desk, and there’s the computer, just like last night.
There’s the towel he used after he showered before we left for the party tonight.
His toothbrush and his comb are still there, so pieces of him are still here, just like last night.
I take off all my clothes and go to bed. Just like last night.
And then I wait… just like I did last night.
2.45 AM
2.48 AM
Michael keeps calling so I turn off my cell and unplug the landline.
2.52 AM
I can hear the elevator, just like last night.
He’s going to be back, just in time, and I’m relieved, just like last night.
I will let him in; he’s welcome here, no matter what happened. Just like last night.
I won’t say anything to him, I won’t blame him. Just like last night.
We can get over this.
I wait.
But the door doesn’t open, it stays closed. Whoever used the elevator, it wasn’t him.
2.56 AM
2.59 AM
3.01 AM
3.13 AM
3.29 AM
No more sounds from the elevator and the loft door remains untouched… he’s not here. I know where he is; just like I did last night.
3.54 AM
4.03 AM
I need to sleep; I’m tired and I’m sick of feeling the way I do. It’s as if something is strangling me. It’s hard to breath, hard to think.
4.38 AM
5.01 AM
8.37 AM
Seems that I fell asleep. Sunday morning.
We didn’t have any plans for today. We would’ve gone to the diner.
I won’t go there; I know they’re all going to be there.
I’ll shower.
9.11 AM
I pick up his towel from last night and fold it. It’s dry. He can use it once more.
I need some coffee.
9.27 AM
Michael calls again. It won’t take him long to show up here. I don’t want to see him or anyone else. Well, almost anyone else. I could go out, somewhere… anywhere, doesn’t matter, right?
9.59 AM
The red sweater is still on the sofa. Just like last night.
10.23 AM
I leave.
2.12 AM
I close the door behind me and turn on the lights. Just like last night.
I’m home, I’m in time. I’m a little drunk, but not enough and I want to get high. Today sucked! It completely sucked!
That fucking red sweater is still on the sofa.
His toothbrush and his comb are still there, just like last night and the night before.
I take off all my clothes and go to bed. Just like last night and the night before.
And then I wait… just like I did last night and the night before.
2.27 AM
2.39 AM
2.42 AM
I hear the elevator.
I know it’s not him, but I’ll wait for the door to open. Just like last night and the night before.
2.51 AM
2.53 AM
2.57 AM
I still wait.
3.17 AM
I’m tired, but I can’t sleep with the bed beside me still empty.
3.32 AM
Life will go on. I can’t hide forever. People will look at me, talk about me, and they will think whatever they want to think. They’re going to ask me how I feel, and they’ll still blame it all on me.
3.49 AM
He will be there… at the diner. I know he will be there, I know when his next shift is. Monday morning.
4.12 AM
Just a few more hours. He doesn’t know I’m still waiting for him, just like last night and the night before.
Justin's POV
8.28 AM
He’s sitting there, just like everyone else. It was just a matter of time until I see him again, and now he’s here. He seems relaxed - not angry or upset.
I wish he would care that I’m waiting for him - just like I always did.
Author: soulmatejunkee
Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: Starts right after 2.20
Warnings: Angsty
Word Count: 829
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. It’s all CowLip and Showtime.
Beta: My lovely mander3_swish - thank you :)
Happy Birthday Manu! I wish you all the best for the new year. Enjoy!
I know for a birthday it should be a little happy fic. Unfortunately my muse disagrees with that. I tried and this was the outcome.
As always: Every comment is welcome. I Love to read what you think. Thanks!
This Banner was not planed, but the ones we chose simply didn't fit...
Brian's POV
2.28 AM
I leave Babylon. Just like last night.
It’s way too early. The party is still on and I should be there. I should keep partying, dancing, fucking and laughing, but I’m not in the mood anymore. Just like last night.
This was a big event I planned for him, for them, for their comic, to help them, but he left the party…early.
And I know he’s not at home, just like last night, but I’ll still be home on time. Where else would I want to be?
I avoided Michael on my way out. I know he wanted to comfort me, to talk to me about what happened, about how I stood there, completely caught off guard and watched Justin kiss the fiddler and leave with him. I don’t want to talk about it; I don’t want to think about it. I’ll deal with it… when I
have to.
2.39 AM
I close the door behind me and turn on the lights. Just like last night.
There are some of his clothes lying on the sofa, some of his sketches on the desk, and there’s the computer, just like last night.
There’s the towel he used after he showered before we left for the party tonight.
His toothbrush and his comb are still there, so pieces of him are still here, just like last night.
I take off all my clothes and go to bed. Just like last night.
And then I wait… just like I did last night.
2.45 AM
2.48 AM
Michael keeps calling so I turn off my cell and unplug the landline.
2.52 AM
I can hear the elevator, just like last night.
He’s going to be back, just in time, and I’m relieved, just like last night.
I will let him in; he’s welcome here, no matter what happened. Just like last night.
I won’t say anything to him, I won’t blame him. Just like last night.
We can get over this.
I wait.
But the door doesn’t open, it stays closed. Whoever used the elevator, it wasn’t him.
2.56 AM
2.59 AM
3.01 AM
3.13 AM
3.29 AM
No more sounds from the elevator and the loft door remains untouched… he’s not here. I know where he is; just like I did last night.
3.54 AM
4.03 AM
I need to sleep; I’m tired and I’m sick of feeling the way I do. It’s as if something is strangling me. It’s hard to breath, hard to think.
4.38 AM
5.01 AM
8.37 AM
Seems that I fell asleep. Sunday morning.
We didn’t have any plans for today. We would’ve gone to the diner.
I won’t go there; I know they’re all going to be there.
I’ll shower.
9.11 AM
I pick up his towel from last night and fold it. It’s dry. He can use it once more.
I need some coffee.
9.27 AM
Michael calls again. It won’t take him long to show up here. I don’t want to see him or anyone else. Well, almost anyone else. I could go out, somewhere… anywhere, doesn’t matter, right?
9.59 AM
The red sweater is still on the sofa. Just like last night.
10.23 AM
I leave.
2.12 AM
I close the door behind me and turn on the lights. Just like last night.
I’m home, I’m in time. I’m a little drunk, but not enough and I want to get high. Today sucked! It completely sucked!
That fucking red sweater is still on the sofa.
His toothbrush and his comb are still there, just like last night and the night before.
I take off all my clothes and go to bed. Just like last night and the night before.
And then I wait… just like I did last night and the night before.
2.27 AM
2.39 AM
2.42 AM
I hear the elevator.
I know it’s not him, but I’ll wait for the door to open. Just like last night and the night before.
2.51 AM
2.53 AM
2.57 AM
I still wait.
3.17 AM
I’m tired, but I can’t sleep with the bed beside me still empty.
3.32 AM
Life will go on. I can’t hide forever. People will look at me, talk about me, and they will think whatever they want to think. They’re going to ask me how I feel, and they’ll still blame it all on me.
3.49 AM
He will be there… at the diner. I know he will be there, I know when his next shift is. Monday morning.
4.12 AM
Just a few more hours. He doesn’t know I’m still waiting for him, just like last night and the night before.
Justin's POV
8.28 AM
He’s sitting there, just like everyone else. It was just a matter of time until I see him again, and now he’s here. He seems relaxed - not angry or upset.
I wish he would care that I’m waiting for him - just like I always did.