Paring: Justin/Brian
Characters: Justin, Brian, The Gang
Warnings: Alternative Universe
Summary: Justin and Brian met when Brian was in New York. They were together but then they broke up. Now is 5 years later... could they meet again and start over?

Brian looked at him sternly. "Fine! Go!" He turned his back to him and willed himself to let him go.
When he heard the door being opened, he turned around. In a whisper, he said "I..." he paused and took a deep breath looking up and locking his eyes with a pair that always seemed to see right through his soul. "I love you" he whispered.
There was silence and then, when he looked down at his hands unable to held that hurt gaze, Brian heard a muffled "Too late" before the stir of the metal door being slammed, echoed through the Loft.

The rain had just stopped falling and the streets were still wet. It was only the end of October, but it felt like Winter. People were expecting a storm in a couple of days and it seemed like there wouldn't be a "trick or treat" for the kids this year.

The soles of his converse squeaked on the asphalt of the sidewalk while he tried to walk quickly without slipping. When it had started to rain, he was out and being without an umbrella had caused him to soak under the pouring rain. If he didn't hurry, he would end up ill.

As soon as the key was in the lock, he ran up the stairs to his apartment and quickly opened the door and started to undress on the way to the bathroom. A feeble beep coming from the living room, told him that there were messages in the answering machine so he made a beeline over to the phone and pushed the button.

"Honey, it's mom. Call me as soon as you get back" he sighed and deleted the message while trying to pull away his converse without having to untie the shoelaces.

"Your message has been deleted. You have, three unheard messages." Pushing the button again, he listened to the next message while tossing away his socks.

"Hey man, it's Scott. Call me back when you finally decide to come to the party" that made a small smile spread on his face.

"Your message has been stored. You have, two unheard messages."

He pulled away his undershirt and dropped it onto the floor starting then to undo the buttons of his blue jeans.

Pushing the button on the answering machine again, a female voice filled the apartment. "It looks like you're probably sleeping or you're out somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Just called to tell you that I got in. I'll have to leave for LA in a week and I hope you'll have some spare time to meet me. Call me back" he bit his lips. Maybe he'll have time to meet her if he was able to have an hot shower before catching a cold or a fever.

"Your message has been stored. You have, one unheard message."

Finally out of his jeans and his socks, he pulled down his underwear and quickly pushed the button to listen to the last message. "Good morning, it's Miss Sidney. I was calling to let you know that we'll be expecting you on Monday for the final touches for your exhibition. We're very pleased that you have chosen our Gallery to expose your work. Have a nice day."

He stopped for a second, sighing and thinking back at five years earlier. He shook his head quickly, dismissing his thoughts as soon as they came in his head.

"Your message has been stored. You have, no, unheard message."

He ran towards the bathroom shutting the door closed behind him and opening the shower setting the water hot. He stepped inside and let the water wash away his fatigue.