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| Entry tags: | small things made large, small things made large amnesty |
A Bi-Coastal Thingie by fansee
Title: A Bi-Coastal Thingie
Author: fansee
Drabble: #50 by yada_yada_yada
Notes: I want to thank yada_yada_yada for her fun drabble and my always-excellent beta and collaborator, chering
I bet if I call him right now he will be asleep, eating, or somewhere else, doing someone else. I always seem to screw up the time-difference thing. I bet he thinks I am checking up on him, but I am not. Well, ok sometimes I am. I just cannot tell time way over here. Counting backwards, especially while drinking, really sucks. Screw it, I am going to call him. I want, no need, to hear his voice.
Ring, ring.
“What?!?”
“Hi, it is me.”
“Damn Justin, do you have any fucking idea what time it is?”
“Not a clue.”
“It’s fucking three o’clock in the morning in Pittsburgh. Contrary to published reports, sometimes I do sleep in this bed.”
“Oh…Were you sleeping?”
“Got it in one.” I could hear him yawn.
“Alone?”
“All alone.”
“Oh. I’m at a party. I think I might be drunk.”
“No shit.”
“Not a lot drunk…jus’ a little…OK…a lot…maybe…It’s because they have waiters passing drinks around on trays. I jus’ help myself.”
“Why am I not surprised?” He paused. “Do you mind if I ask why the fuck you’re calling me?”
“No. S’okay.” A tray went past me and I grabbed another drink. A Manhattan. I don’t really like Manhattans. Oh, well.
“So why are you calling me?”
“I have a problem.”
“They’ve cancelled the second coming of Rage already.”
“No.” I giggled. “This time they are really gonna make a movie for all the gay boys. S’different ‘cause of “Brokeback Mountain” ‘n “Milk” ‘n…um….” I tried to think of a third movie.
“So what’s your problem?”
“I miss you.”
“Twat.”
“So I thought…I thought I could catch the redeye Friday night, then fly back here on Sunday night. We could fuck all day Saturday and all Saturday night and all day Sunday.”
“I don’t think that’s a very good idea….”
I was incredulous. “You don’t want to fuck?” I must have spoken a little too loudly. Several people were looking at me. One was laughing. I scowled at her, and she turned away. Her shoulders were shaking.
“Of course. But…”
“Flying home is a wonnerful idea. It’s not good for our rela….”
“Justin, don’t say it.”
“Okay.” I giggled. “I don’t know if I can say rela…that word anyway. It’s not good for our…whatchamacallit…thingie for us to be apart. You in Pittsburgh, me in California. Not good.”
“We managed for the three years you were in New York.”
“But I missed you. I didn’t miss you for the seven months we lived together in Britin. Now I miss you again. S’not good, Brian. So I’m gonna get a ride home from this fucking party and get on my laptop and buy the tickets. Gonna do it right now.”
“No.” Now he was speaking loudly. “And don’t hang up.”
I pulled my cell phone away from my ear and looked at it. How did he know I was going to hang up? I put the phone back up to my ear. “Okay,” I said, “Are you mad, Brian?”
He sighed. “No, I’m not mad. Just don’t buy any fucking tickets until you talk to me tomorrow. Go home, go to bed, and call me when you get up.”
“Okay.”
“If you remember any of this when you get up, that is.”
“I will! I promise! But I don’ understand why you don’ wanna see me. Don’t you miss me?”
“Justin, it’s Wednesday…”
“No, it’s Thursday 'cause it’s past midnight.”
“Okay, it’s Thursday, and you only left for California on Sunday. You’ve been there three days, Justin. Wait another week, and then fly home.”
“Really. Three days? Fuck.”
“Right.”
“I’m sorry, Brian.”
“What the fuck for?”
“For being a twat.”
“Who says you’re a twat?”
“Stop it…you’re taking ad..adta…advch…oh fuck…you know…’cause I’m drunk and all.”
“How’s this? I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather take advantage of and if I have to deal with a twat…you’re the twat I’d rather deal with.”
“You miss me…Brian Kinney misses me.”
“Twat. Later.”
*click*