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Justin stepped out of the taxi and sighed. He finally made it to New York and although he couldn't of been happier, he missed Brian so much. Reaching into his pants pocket, he pulled out a wrinkled twenty and gave it to the taxi driver before thanking him and grabbing his luggage out of the trunk. As soon as Justin shut the trunk, the taxi honked its horn and quickly made its way back into the rush-hour traffic.

Standing on the curb, Justin picked up is bags, turned around and looked up at the building in front of him. He was now standing in front of his soon to be new home in New York; an apartment owned by one of Daphne's friends. Justin picked up his bags and walked towards the door. He then pressed the call button.

"Yeah?" A voice spoke through the speaker.

"Um hi is this Alexis?" Justin asked.

"Who wants to know?"

Justin swallowed. "Oh, this is Justin Taylor- Daphne's friend from Pittsburgh."

"Ah shit man! You should have said that! Come on up, third floor!" Justin smiled as the speaker buzzed and the doors unlocked, letting Justin in. Here goes nothing, Justin thought.

"It's so great to finally meet you! Daph has told me so much about you!" Alexis gave Justin a big hug. "Here, let me take those for you. Bedroom's this way." Alexis may have stood about four inches smaller than Justin but had this attitude that made her look superior. Her long red hair was pulled back in a messy bun behind a gray bandana and her eyebrow ring reminded Justin of when he got his nipple pierced for Brian.

"Thanks and it's great to meet you too!" Justin said as he followed Alexis down a small hallway trying to smile. "You have a nice place Alexis"

"Ah thanks, not exactly the Ritz-Carlton but it does the trick." Alexis stopped in front of a wooden door and put down Justin's bags. "Well here we are," she said opening the door and turning on the light that hung from the ceiling.

Justin looked at his spacious room equipped with a bed, dresser, desk, easel, chair and large window facing the streets leading out to the fire escape. "Wow, this is fantastic," Justin said walking in.

"Glad you like it! So, I'll let you unpack, do your thing. Um bathroom is second door to the left and dinner is in an hour, I'm making my famous spaghetti." Alexis said with a smile.

"Thanks Alexis, this is great!" Alexis gave him a thumbs up before leaving Justin to his things. Justin brought his bags into his room, closed the door and sat down on his bed. He then put his hands on his head and fell backwards. All he wanted to do was call the guys and head out to Babylon but then remembered that wasn't in Pittsburgh anymore. Wiping a tear from his eye, Justin stood up and put his large suitcase on the bed and began to unzip it. He pulled out a few shirts and was beginning to walk over towards the dresser when he saw something fall to the ground. He threw the shirts on the bed and bent over to pick up what had fallen.

Justin's hand trembled when he picked up an envelope. He sat back down on the bed and opened the envelope, pulling out a letter.

Dear Justin,

Don't forget about me. Good luck in New York. I'll never stop loving you.

Brian

Tears began to form in Justin's eyes. All he could think about was how stupid he was for leaving and canceling the wedding. But he knew that it was for the best and that Brian and himself were much better off this way. Justin took a deep breath in and let it out slowly to keep himself from crying. He almost didn't hear when Alexis shouted out to him that dinner was ready.

"Mmm." Michael sucked in the smoke from the joint he was sharing with Brian. He breathed out slowly, smiling. "You know, we're getting to fucking old for this." He rested his head on Brian's stomach. The two men lay on the floor of Brian's loft, surrounded by junk food, booze and comic books.

"Hey fuck you Mikey," Brian said taking the joint from Michael. "We will never be to old to do anything. Whats that thing you're always telling me? I'll always be young, I'll always be beautiful."

Michael finished his sentence mockingly. "You're Brian Kinney for fuck's sake. Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Brian laughed. "That's right. Ugh, what do you say we head over to Woody's? I'm so horny."

"Well that didn't take much," Michael mumbled, rolling his eyes.

Brian took one last inhale before putting the joint out. "And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Well just a few days ago, you called of your wedding and Justin left for New York. You were a fucking mess! Now you're just ready to pick up some trick again?"

"Fuck you Mikey. Justin's moved on and so have I." Brian sat up and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and a took a swig. Michael stood up and stared down at Brian.

"Moved on? Just like that? Are you just going to pretend that none of this ever happened?" Brian rolled his eyes and looked up at Michael.

"Yes Michael. That's exactly what I plan on doing." Brian stood up. "So, if you don't mind, I'm going to get ready to go out. Feel free to join me or go home to your wife and kid." Brian turned around and walked up to the bedroom. Michael just stood in his place dumbstruck. He shook his head before walking towards Brian.

"You know, you really had me fooled. I thought that Brian Kinney had actually changed. But I guess I'm wrong." With that, Michael turned and left the loft, slamming the door behind him.

Brian stood by his bed before sitting down. He rested his head in his hands, deep in thought. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he wasn't over Justin and he never would be. Brian had changed and it was all thanks to that blond kid that four years ago refused to leave him alone. Brian thought about the first time he saw Justin and smirked. He never expected one of his fuck's to turn his life around like that. Standing up, Brian walked over to his bedside table, grabbed a cigarette and lit it. Then he walked over to the window and sighed.

"I won't move on if you won't," he said out loud before putting his cigarette to his lips.

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