CHAPTER TITLE: A Runaway No Longer_Thirty-Nine_of One Hundred
RATING: this chapter: PG
WORD COUNT: this chapter: 500
WARNINGS: this chapter: none, Justin POV
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: ‘The crate now waited, beside him, for Pittsburgh to come and take them home.’
Justin on his way to becoming a big time artist
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
A Runaway No Longer
Two Weeks Later - New York
Justin collapsed on the studio couch to wait. He was so tired, sleep hadn’t come easily last night, and just a little nervous, so he was actually glad for the hour he still had to relax before the guys arrived. Jake, Lauren, Eric and Allen had all pitched in and helped him earlier that morning to pack up his mural into the large wooden crate that they’d built with him during the past week. The crate now waited beside him for Pittsburgh to come and take them home.
This must have been in me the whole time, just waiting for me to make it real and now…I had. So fucking real, and frankly, I amazed even myself. And Sam. The whole time he kept circling the studio floor where I had all three pieces laid out, mumbling ‘inspired‘. Inspired? Fuck. At one point, he’d stopped, had looked over at me and smiled and I’d felt like I’d just passed one of the most important critiques of my life. And maybe I had. I sometimes wondered, though, if I couldn’t have been doing all this in Pittsburgh. Couldn’t help, but notice how the longer I went without seeing Brian, the more I wondered. Coincidence? Probably not and truth was I knew I needed to be in New York because I needed to be able to ‘work the room’ as Sam put it or so I could ‘schmooze’ as I put it. Made Brian proud when I told him how well I’d been doing, what I‘d been learning. Apparently all my country club manners were good for something.
Reality was, the best fucking painter in the world could still die in obscurity and while there may be some personal satisfaction in doing that, what about the public acclaim? I’d realized I really wanted the public acclaim, the recognition, people finding some truth in what I did…some meaning. Working in a void would get real old real quick. And so would making money any other way. So I was getting my name around, meeting the ‘right’ people and mostly that was okay. Especially if someone -- Sam, Alex, Jake, Jamey -- was there with me and actually even more and more, on my own now. Intentionally. Forced me to put myself out there. Allowed people to see me for myself.
And speaking of putting myself out there, tonight they would install my mural in Babylon and everyone would be there to see it. My mom & Tucker, Daphne, Deb & Carl, even Lindsay & Melanie, they’d all emailed telling me they’d be there. So this time, instead of having to hunt down some misguided runaway, the guys were coming to New York to take me and, even more importantly, my art back to Pittsburgh. Brian had picked out the perfect place for it, had taken the extra step of installing special lightening so everything, including me, was ready. Now all I needed were the boys.
Next Chapter: The boys are who they are, Brian is who he is and Justin deals
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