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STORY TITLE: A Time From Now
    CHAPTER TITLE: About Britin_Thirteen of One Hundred
RATING: this chapter: PG13
WORD COUNT: this chapter: 460
WARNINGS: this chapter: none, Justin POV
NON-CANON: Britin is in the countryside outside of Pittsburgh, not in West Virginia
DISCLAIMER: Nothing I can say that hasn’t been said already? Not mine
    Originally Beta’ed by herefordroad, all subsequent mistakes are mine
    Story throughout contains excerpts from The Brian Kinney Operating Manual including commentary from the Editors
SUMMARY FROM THE EDITORS: ‘“Wait, don‘t go yet.” It’s been over two months since I left, I need to know. ‘
    Justin gets a question answered by Brian that makes him sad
AUTHOR‘S NOTES: This story projects 59 years into the future and reflects all that that entails, many of the loose ends are tied-up. I dance with POV, I dance with time, in essence, I just dance to the song Brian & Justin sang to me.
    Contains: Brian_others, Justin_others. They grow old, they are always together for just as long as time allows, but, ultimately, they will die.
    As someone wise once said, ‘In the end, it’s all about Brian and Justin’ and I can only agree

A Time From Now

About Britin
Two Weeks Later - New York

“Listen, Justin, it’s been great--”

“Yeah, well what with the amazing phone sex and all--”

“Exactly, my point exactly but now…gotta go so--”

“Wait, don‘t go yet.” It’d been over two months since I’d left, I needed to know. “I was just wondering about--”


I was still curled up in my blanket; the cell cradled at my ear, I asked him, “You been spending much time at the house?” I waited while he hesitated…way too long.

“I’ve found that the current owners don’t like it if I spend too much time over there. They came home one afternoon, found me laying by the pool and well…let‘s just say, they were miffed and really, not that unreasonable.”

Not unreasonable at all and more than answered my question. “When’d you sell?” And it wasn’t like I didn’t know; I’d have to be an idiot not to, but still it hurt to actually hear the words said. No more pool, or stables, or big beautiful fireplace. Brian had sold Britin and mom hadn’t told me. He must have told her not to but why?

“It went into escrow a couple of weeks ago. I even made a little money.” Revealing this perked him up a little, I could hear it in his voice.

“To who?” Why did every little thing need to be asked?

“To some rich Pittsburgh family saying good-bye to city life. What’s it matter who or when? It no longer made any sense to--”

“I know Brian, it never made any sense. I pretty much knew anyway so…no big deal.”

“It isn’t a big deal, plenty more where that one came from.”

I agreed, I had no choice. “Right, Brian, plenty more,” But that wasn’t true; there weren’t plenty of more houses like Britin. “Listen, I know you have to go so--”

“Be alright with this, Justin.”

“Not a problem.” But I got off the phone because, point was, Brian had bought Britin for his prince…for me, but that wasn’t me any longer and maybe it would never be me again. What the fuck had I done? Turning off the light, I crawled further under the blankets and felt sorry for myself. Someone else was living in our house and why? Oh wait, I knew this. Because I was pursuing my dream except that I had always believed that Britin was a significant part of that dream but I’d walked away. Or had I been pushed away? Maybe a little, stupid lessies and their stupid…whatthefuckever? They’d messed with him, had convinced him that I needed to be here and I don‘t even know if I really do. Well, whatever because what was done was done.

Britin was now someone else‘s dream come true, no longer ours

Next Chapter: Brian continues coping but this time with a little help from a friend

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