testdog65 (testdog65) wrote in qaf_challenges, @ 2007-04-14 17:11:00 |
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Original poster: _alicesprings
Title: The Learning Curve
Written By: fansee
Timeline: Episode 103
Rating: R
What if: Brian hadn't cut in on Justin and taken him away from the two guys..
That night changed my life completely, but Brian kissed it off with, “I don’t believe in love, I believe in fucking.” That’s all I was, he said, just another fuck. If I wanted love, he said I should find a nice little girl, marry her, and settle down.
I drove home fighting tears all the way. I thought that when Brian took me home, I’d found my fate, but now he had me confused. I love my BFF, Daphne, just like I love my sister, Molly, but I don’t want to marry either of them. So, if I couldn’t have my gay lover, and I didn’t want any girl, where did that leave me? Nowhere, as far as I could tell.
Fortunately, I have Daphne, and when we got together the following Saturday, Daphne was in Romance Coach mode. Before she pushed me in the pool, she said, “Show that Brian. Go down there and pick up some hot hunky guy.”
It was a good idea, but a little…O.K., a lot…scary. I said, “Will you go with me?” and she said, “Sure.”
We went by my house so I could change, and then we did what all suburban teens do before a big event: we went to the mall.
We spent almost three hours shopping for something for Daphne, mostly because we couldn’t agree. She finally settled on a short pink, glittery dress with a kind of a hot pink scarf, or I guess maybe it was a boa, around the neck. Even though I didn’t like the scarf/boa thing, I kept my mouth shut. The dress was the still the nicest one she’d tried on, and I wanted to get something for myself before we had to go home.
I said, “Now let’s get a move on. We still haven’t gotten me anything hot for tonight.”
She nodded in agreement. “Nothing you have is hot.”
“Not for Liberty Avenue, it’s not. I’m looking for something Brian would wear.” That meant something tight.
Finding a pair of black jeans with the right fit was no problem, but a shirt…I wanted a black shirt, but Daphne talked me out of it. “Blue is your color, Justin. Always wear blue.” So blue it was – dark blue and aqua - and shiny and nothing like anything I’d ever worn before. Daphne said, “Perfect.”
I shrugged, thinking, How would she know? “I guess we’ll find out tonight,” I said.