testdog65 (testdog65) wrote in qaf_challenges, @ 2006-09-01 23:00:00 |
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Original poster: _alicesprings
Title: The Big 40
Written By: juneprota
Timeline: Future
Rating: PG-13
Justin pulled the pillow over his head in a lame attempt to drown out the cell phone ringing on the nightstand. After a minute or so, the phone finally quieted, only to start up again seconds later. Justin listened to the first few bars of “Forever Young” before dragging himself out of bed, cursing Brian all the way. He looked at the time before answering.
“What do you want Brian? It’s three in the morning.”
“I’m in Tijuana.” If Justin had been paying attention he would have noticed that Brian sounded just this side of frantic. But he wasn’t paying attention so he just rolled his eyes and sighed in annoyance.
“Yeah, yeah. I know. You’re in Mexico. You’re having the time of your life. You’re going to live there for the rest of your days. You told me all about it when you called two hours ago, at one in the morning. Of course it wouldn’t occur to you that I’m actually trying to sleep here. I have to work in the morning. I have important people to--” Justin’s angry tirade was cut off by Brian.
“Goddamnit, Justin. I’m trying to tell you something.”
“And I’m trying to tell you something.”
“I’m in Mexico.”
“I know.” There was a short pause. “Are you still high?” Justin asked as an afterthought.
“You have to come get me.”
“It’s Monday Brian. I have to be at work in six hours. Why don’t you just fly back.”
“I’m out of cash. It’s Monday?”
“No credit cards?”
“Would I be calling you if I could get out of here on my own?” Justin sighed and sat down on the bed.
“I guess not. But what am I going to get out of this? I’ll be skipping out on work and important meetings just to help you out.”
“Don’t make it sound like you’re punching the clock or something, Justin, because you’re not. You’re just going to you’re studio to paint. And the only meeting you have is lunch with Daphne.”
“Nonetheless, I’d be doing something for you, so you have to do something for me. That’s how it works, Brian.”
“Justin if you don’t--”
“You know, I’m still pissed at you about the whole birthday thing. I shouldn’t even be talking to you.”
“We are not talking about this over the phone. I’m trapped in Mexico and I’m not going to listen to you throw a hissy fit.”
“Right. I’m hanging up now. Have a nice little vacation. Fuck a hot guy for me.” Justin pulled the phone away from his ear as if to hang up, only to hear a panicked shout from the other end.
“Justin! Wait!” Justin brought the phone back to his ear. There was a short silence before Justin sighed.
“Turning forty isn’t the end of the world, Brian.” He could hear the older man scoff and he could almost hear the eyeroll that he was sure followed.
“Like you would know.”
“You didn’t have to go all asshole-Brian on me.”
“I wasn’t an asshole.”
“You didn’t include me in your birthday plans. You called me a ‘ball and chain.’ And you said it would best if I moved out of the loft for a week or so while you partied your birthday away. ‘Get lost, Justin’ were your exact words I believe.
“Like you even listened. I didn’t really say ‘ball and chain’ did I?”
“I listen to everything you say, Brian.”
“And where are you right now? In the loft, right? I couldn’t get rid of you if I tried.”
“Lucky you.” There was a long pause.
“So are you going to come get me or what?”
“Only if we stay for a few extra days. I need a vacation.”
“We might have to anyways.”
“You’re paying, right?”
“Of course.”
“Not to change the subject or anything, but how the fuck did you end up in Tijuana?”
“I have no fucking clue.”