GO malli_ GO!
malli_ is moving; tonight is going to be her first night in an all new home! And because I don't want any nightmares to occure, I have written this fic; it has seven parts to bring you through the first week there, honey. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ *gets pink ponpons*
Title: One Month
Author: 0corona0
Summary: It is the prequel to malli_'s script for 514; what has happened between the end of 513 and her 514 on Liberty Avenue?
For everyone who doesn't know her script: It's been one month since the end of 513...
It's easy to forget, sometimes we just forget
And being on this road is anything but sure
Maybe we'll forget, I hope we don't forget
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Cowlip & Showtime; I don't earn money with this.
Spoilers: From 101 to 513
Author's Notes: I FORBID saura_ to read this!!! I'm sorry, honey, but it's too spoilerish! *clasps hands over your eyes so you won't be spoiled too badly* This is all dialogue. And, malli_: Of course this doesn't have to have happened this way; it's your script and this is just a little something to amuse you. =)
It’s Sunday, 15th January, 2006. You have SEVEN new messages:
“*steady breathing with a slight hitch* …
…
*muttering voice* …fuck… Click!”
“Hey Jus, this is Daph! Well? How’s it going?! I haven’t heard from you at all since you moved there! Don’t tell me you’re still unpacking. How’s the apartment? How’s Cora? I told her to be nice to you and all, but she’s straight, she just might hit on you, be careful there. *laughs* Lemme know sometime how you’re doing, okay? Love ya, bye-bye!”
“Hello, Justin, this is your mother. How are you, sweetheart? I have tried to call you, but you neither answer your cell phone nor the land line. You are alright, aren’t you, honey? Please call me so that I know that you’re healthy and happy. I love you! *in the background: talking voices* And Molly sends her love too. She wants to visit her big brother in the big city some time.”
“HEY SUNSHINE! How’re you doin’? Jesus, I still can’t believe that you’re gonna paint in New York! I always said that you were gonna be the next Picasso, didn’t I?! You remember that first show you had in the Diner? The pictures were so beautiful. Everyone here’s missing you, so when you’re all settled in and have some spare time, give us a call, okay?”
“Hey J.T.! *chuckles* This is Michael, I’m calling from good ole Pittsburgh. We’ve been trying to call you, but it seems that you’re out a lot. *meaningful giggling* Listen, I know that you’ll be really busy, but I already got some new ideas for Rage and I kinda hoped that we could chat about them some time soon. So, call me, alright? You’ve got the number from the store. Oh, and I hope the moving went well and all.
*from the background:* - Hey Justin, thanks for leaving me that shitty job at the fucking diner! */background*
- that was the charming Hunter. Ben says Hi too.
*from the background:* - and that Justin should call me some time because I’ve lived in New York for a long time */background*
- and that you should call him some time because he’s lived in New York for a long time. *smoky whisper* He can tell you all the good places to go, sweet stranger. */whisper* So, call us! See ya!”
“Heeellooo Mister Taylor. Don’t you think it’s time to call your best friend who by the way made sure that you had an apartment down there? Really, turn on your damn cell, or I’ll be pissed. Love ya!”
“Sweetheart? Are you there? Well, I suppose not. Please call your mother, alright? I know that I shouldn’t be, but I must confess that I am a little worried here.
…
Well. I will talk to you soon. I love you!”
It’s Sunday, 22nd January, 2006. You have FIVE new messages:
“*steady breathing with a light hitch* ... Click!”
“Hello, Justin, this is Linds.
And Mel!
And Melanie, of course. *laughs* We wanted to hear how you are
...considering you just moved to the most expensive city in North America.
*chuckles* I rather want to know how your art is progressing. I am so happy you decided to move to New York. If you can spare the time, it would be nice if you could give us a call!
Yeah, and thanks again for the help when we were moving. None of our porcelain broke, thanks to you!
*voice from the background:* Mummy! Mamma! Who a’ you talkin’ to? */background*
It’s Justin, my sweet pumpkin. We are speaking with a machine which will make it possible for Justin to hear later what we have said.
Do you want to say something too, sweety?
*background:* Yes, mummy! Pluhease! */background*
Alright, wait a second…
*shuffling noises and the crackling of clothes*
Hello Jus’n? Jus’n? Where are you? I’ve drawn a picsure of you and daddy. Where’s daddy, Jus’n? I wanna show it to you, okay? Can I show it to you?
*background* Gus, can you give mamma the telephone back?
I’m sure that you can show Justin your picture when we see him the next time. */background*
Okay. Bye, Jus’n!
*shuffling noises and the crackling of clothes, then moving sounds*
Justin? This is Mel. Listen, New York’s pretty dangerous. I don’t like to sound like your mother, but keep an eye on who you’re fucking, okay? Not everyone’s as strong and at the same time as harmless as Brian. If you ever need a lawyer, you’ve got my number. Bye, sweety!”
“Hey Justin, just wanna let you know that I’ve got a new cell phone number. It’s 0-1-7-1-4-6-5-6-2-1. I want to get a sms from you until Sunday, or I’ll rip your balls off. I’m serious. Thanks again for answering my e-mail, by the way. Your apartment looks real nice! Talk to ya later! Love you!”
“Hey Justin, this is Michael. Listen, I don’t want to get on your nerves, but these ideas for Rage really need to get out of my head, otherwise it’ll explode. *laughs* I’ll e-mail them to you, and then you can call me and tell me what you think, okay? Later!”
“HEY SUNSHINE! Here’s your surrogate mom again. Just thought I’d let you know that the customers in the Diner have asked about you - *giggles* well, rather about your cute little bubble butt than about you, but that’s the same anyway. I mean, Hunter’s doing a great job, but not everyone can have your ass. *chuckles* Anyway, call us when you can find time between all the fucking, alright? *laughs* Oh, sunshine, Emmet wants to talk to you. Gimme a second!
*shuffling noises and the crackling of clothes*
Justin baby? Ohhhoooho, I’m so excited for you!!! How’s New York, babe?! Did you remember the one time we had to come to New York and get you because you bailed with Brian’s credit card? That was the greatest road trip I’ve ever had! Well, it was the only one, but that doesn’t matter. OH, you should see Blake and Teddy together! They’re sooo sweet! And Michael and Ben have submitted all the right formulars to adopt Hunter, so maybe, just maybe I’ll have a new nephew in a few weeks! Keep your fingers crossed for us, will you?! God, there’s so much more to tell! Brian’s moping around as usually and Carl and Debbie are really shagging, you should hear them. So call me, okay sweetheart? We need to chat! Bye-bye, honey pie!”
“Hello, Justin. …uhm, Tuck says Hi and that he would like to visit you with me, if you allow him to do that. But he also says it’s alright if you don’t want him to. Will you let me know when we can visit? I love you!”
It’s Sunday, January 29th, 2006. You have FOUR new messages:
“*steady breathing with a slight hitch* fuck… fuck… fuck!”
“Hey Jus, it’s Daph. I’ve e-mailed you some photos from the PFLAG march. Everyone was there: Your mum with this guy Tuck and your sister, Ted, Emmet, Michael, Ben, Hunter and even Brian. He didn’t look to enthusiastic though. Seriously, have you called the guy? He seems a bit depressed. And oh my GOD, why didn’t you tell me that Hunter’s straight?! I mean, yeah, he’s still in high school, but he’s so fucking sweet! I’ll think about hitting on him, alright? Talk to ya later! Love you!”
“*all overwhelming music - it’s High School Confidential from Caroline Pope*
JUSTIN?! Justin, I don’t know if you can hear us, but here are Ted and Emmet! We wanna give you a little of Pittsburgh’s eternal thumpa-thumpa!
I bet the clubs in New York are better, but nothing’s as good as home!
You hear Teddy? Blake and Ben are here too, and Michael and Brian are on the dancefloor. GOD, you should see him! But don’t worry, honey, nobody can shake it as hot as you to this song.
We will always cherish you as the youngest King of Babylon.
Listen and enjoy a piece of good old home, sweety!
*music goes on and doesn’t end until the answering machine cuts the message*”
“Hey Justin. I’m waiting for you to call! What the hell are you doing all day?! It’s been three weeks since you moved to New York, Justin, and I was in the Diner today. Nobody heard from you. What’s up? Are you having any problems? Just fucking call, okay? If not the guys from Liberty, at least me. I know that three weeks isn’t much, but it seems a lot if some of us don’t even know whether or not your plane crashed! Much fucking love, Daphne.Click!”
It’s Sunday, February 5th, 2006. You have FIFTEEN new messages:
“Hey Justin. *shuffling with a magazine or maybe a school book* Uhm… listen, I’m really sorry for my last message. I freaked a bit. Okay, I freaked a lot and I’m sorry. I talked to Brian and… you know, I get that you’re busy and all and that you have about more urgent things to think than about me. And really, you don’t need to call every week or some shit like that. So, we’re still friends, right? Even though I am a freaking friend? Call me when you have time, and not one second earlier. Love you!”
“...*clonk*
*something is picked up*
...Jus’n? Jus’n?! You tsere, Jus’n? Dadda called, he said to mummy tsat you’re away. Are you away f’om him? Where a’ you, Jus’n? Jus’n?
*background:* Gus, what are you doing with the phone?! */background*
Gotta go, Jus’n. Mamma’s gonna be angry.
Click!”
“Hi sweetheart! This is Em. How are you? Daphne’s around a bit more since you’re gone, I guess it’s because she needs some fabulous fags around her. *laughs* She told us that you’re living with a straight girl who has a crush on you? *chuckles* Obviously, you’re not only attracting older men but also younger girls! But… promise me you won’t fuck her? I just don’t want to have to tell Brian that his little blondy has left him for a woman. *laughs again*
Ted told me to say hi when I call you the nex time and that he plans on leaving you a message too - but you know, Brian’s keeping him on his toes. Brian is keeping all of us on his toes, actually. He’s a walking time-bomb. Anyway, let’s talk about something nice:
For example, I want to know how it’s going with the men! How are the clubs? And of course, how is your art? Have you kicked Picasso’s ass yet? AND good news are on their way! I’m not allowed to tell you but… no! But… no! No, Michael will do that! So make sure you’re at home the next few nights! And call me sometime. Debbie wants to talk to you, by the way - I love you, sweety!
...HEY SUNSHINE! How are you? I miss you a bit at the Diner, you know? Haven’t gotten many good tips lately. *laughs* Ah, only joking, but if you don’t call sometime soon, I’ll chew you a new asshole so big that Brian’s dick will fit in twice, you got it? We miss you! And Brian misses you the most - he hasn’t called you yet, has he? Well, don’t let that fool you, sunshine! Call him, and call me and most important be at home the next few nights! Michael has some big news to tell you! And... oh, Carl says hi. So, where was I? ...right. Call us, lil’ asshole. *chuckles*
“Hi Justin, it’s Linds. Are you alright? Gus is asking a lot about you and I haven’t heard from you yet, but from the Art Magazin I gather that you are already having a packed schedule! I am so proud of you. Since I figure that you’ll be very busy in the future, I’m already announcing Gus’s birthdayparty here. I hope you’ll come because we all would love to see you again. I know it’s still some months, but maybe so it will be possible for you to come. But if not, that’s okay, don’t let it get into business’s way. Brian said he would pay your plane ticket if money is the problem. Let me know, alright? Oh, and did Michael tell you the news of the day already? You must call him! Love you.”
“Hello Justin, this is Cynthia. I asked Brian and Ted for your number. You probably wonder why; well, first of all I want to let you know that I am really sorry that your and Brian’s wedding hasn’t worked out. I so wanted to see him getting hitched and tied down! *laughs* It would have been the day of my life. *chuckles*
Well, the real reason for my call is something else, though: Brian is behaving strange in the office. By ‘strange’ I mean that he’s working longer than he ever has, it is absolutely unbearable. That means that Kinnetic has good chances to become the largest adverstising company in the States, but that also means that I don’t get home before ten. I know that your time is probably rare and I am so happy that you are developing your art, but please call him. Or fuck him. Whatever it is that makes him human to the people around him. *snickers*
Oh, and I would like you to give me a call when you’re having a show! I want to stay in contact with you, Justin!”
“I HAVE A NEW BOYFRIEND!!! Oh my god, I still can’t believe it! His name’s Jason, you remember him? He’s studying with me and he’s, like, so perfect! God, you should see that body! You’d agree with me, he’s just gorgeous! God, oh GOD! You’re the first one I told! Gooooooood! Call me! CALL ME! Bye, love you, I’m so happy, dadada, I’ve got a boooooooyfriend!”
“Hey Justin, it’s Mel. I’m in the office right now and have a new case on my desk: A gay artist in who didn’t tell the owner of the gallery he had an exhibition in of his sexuality is now sued by him and wants me to defend him. The gallery’s owner has no chance to win, luckily we’re in Canada, not in the States, but you have to be careful. In New York it could cost you some bucks. Be careful, baby and call us when your first show comes up! We want to be there!
And don’t forget Gus’s birthday, he doesn’t stop asking about you. OH, and have you heard the good news from Michael already? I guess you haven’t, and I will leave the pleasure of telling you to him, but let me say so much: The USA is going into the right direction. Love you!”
“Hi, it’s Michael. I hoped that I would catch you at home, but I guess that is impossible. I wanted to tell you in person, but this is just as good; now, prepare yourself for the best news since you and Brian announced to get married.
...you ready? Alright. Shit, I’m so fucking excited! Justin, Ben and I adopted Hunter!!!
It’s all legal now, we’re his real parents, no one, no fucking one can take him away from us now! We’re keeping up a good fight against Prop 14, but whether or not it passes, Hunter is stuck with our crazy little family now! Isn’t that amazing? We didn’t think it would be possible, but the social workers really stood up for us and Mel helped us a lot.
We already celebrated, but we’re having a big party to make it absolutely official to every fag in Pittsburgh in two weeks. You’re invited. I know that you probably can’t afford the plane ticket, but it would be on me in that case. With the new Rage in progress, I can pay.
It would be amazing if you could be here, because we’ve invited the whole family, even Daphne. Although that was Hunter’s idea - he seems to like her a lot, he was actually sad to hear that she’s got a boyfriend. *giggles* Straight people. Anyway, call me! GOD, I’m SO excited!”
“Hello Justin, this is Ben. I won’t disturb you for long, but as you know I have lived in New York for a few years and I can’t sleep peacefully if I don’t tell you that you must not go to the Liberty Avenue in New York, alright? This one is not at all like Pittburgh's and if you don't want to be raped, you better stay away from it. Everything else is relatively safe, but it’s all a bit bigger than Babylon; it’s more dangerous, okay? I’m actually ashamed for sounding like your father, but being a real father now I can afford it! Call us sometime, alright? We’re all missing you here. Bye!”
“Uhm… hello Justin? This is Ted. Uhm… it’s been some weeks now since you’ve left and I hope you’re doing alright. You will call us when your first show comes up, right? I... I know that I didn’t call before now, but I have been very busy. Work is business as usual and Blake and I are so happy that I don’t even know what to do. *uncertain laughing* I mean, it’s never happened to me before. Well, anyway, I wanted to let you know that I don’t want to loose contact to you and that I hope that you will call us… maybe even Brian, because he’s not exactly happy right now. So... bye... .”
“Hey dude, this is Hunter. I’m sure you’ve already heard the great news: I’m now official Hunter Novotny-Bruckner. It’s fucking amazing! I’ve called everyone I know to make sure you change the entries in your address- and phone books: Forget ‘Montgomery’ and start thinking of me as Ben’s and Michael’s son! I am so fucking amazing!”
“Jus, this is Molly. How are ya, bro?! Call me soon, okay? I haven’t seen you so long and now you’re, like, living in New York and don’t even invite me to visit! I wanna go shopping like those girls in Sex in the City! And mum’s always ranting about you and even dad is asking about you. So become a big famous artist already so that I can tell the world that Justin’s my big brother. *evil giggling* Love ya and call me!”
“Hello Justin, it’s your mom. How are you? I know that I promised not to annoy you, but I am a mother, I can’t help it. I must admit that I miss my oldest one a bit and it worries me that you’re not returning any calls. Are you alright, sweetheart? Don’t lock yourself away in your art but live a little, alright? I love you.”
Click.
“...*steady breathing with a slight hitch*... fuck. Click!”
“...*steady breathing with a slight hitch*
Hey.
...
I hope your plane didn’t crash. Click!”
Title: One Month
Author: 0corona0
Summary: It is the prequel to malli_'s script for 514; what has happened between the end of 513 and her 514 on Liberty Avenue?
For everyone who doesn't know her script: It's been one month since the end of 513...
It's easy to forget, sometimes we just forget
And being on this road is anything but sure
Maybe we'll forget, I hope we don't forget
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Cowlip & Showtime; I don't earn money with this.
Spoilers: From 101 to 513
Author's Notes: I FORBID saura_ to read this!!! I'm sorry, honey, but it's too spoilerish! *clasps hands over your eyes so you won't be spoiled too badly* This is all dialogue. And, malli_: Of course this doesn't have to have happened this way; it's your script and this is just a little something to amuse you. =)
It’s Sunday, 15th January, 2006. You have SEVEN new messages:
“*steady breathing with a slight hitch* …
…
*muttering voice* …fuck… Click!”
“Hey Jus, this is Daph! Well? How’s it going?! I haven’t heard from you at all since you moved there! Don’t tell me you’re still unpacking. How’s the apartment? How’s Cora? I told her to be nice to you and all, but she’s straight, she just might hit on you, be careful there. *laughs* Lemme know sometime how you’re doing, okay? Love ya, bye-bye!”
“Hello, Justin, this is your mother. How are you, sweetheart? I have tried to call you, but you neither answer your cell phone nor the land line. You are alright, aren’t you, honey? Please call me so that I know that you’re healthy and happy. I love you! *in the background: talking voices* And Molly sends her love too. She wants to visit her big brother in the big city some time.”
“HEY SUNSHINE! How’re you doin’? Jesus, I still can’t believe that you’re gonna paint in New York! I always said that you were gonna be the next Picasso, didn’t I?! You remember that first show you had in the Diner? The pictures were so beautiful. Everyone here’s missing you, so when you’re all settled in and have some spare time, give us a call, okay?”
“Hey J.T.! *chuckles* This is Michael, I’m calling from good ole Pittsburgh. We’ve been trying to call you, but it seems that you’re out a lot. *meaningful giggling* Listen, I know that you’ll be really busy, but I already got some new ideas for Rage and I kinda hoped that we could chat about them some time soon. So, call me, alright? You’ve got the number from the store. Oh, and I hope the moving went well and all.
*from the background:* - Hey Justin, thanks for leaving me that shitty job at the fucking diner! */background*
- that was the charming Hunter. Ben says Hi too.
*from the background:* - and that Justin should call me some time because I’ve lived in New York for a long time */background*
- and that you should call him some time because he’s lived in New York for a long time. *smoky whisper* He can tell you all the good places to go, sweet stranger. */whisper* So, call us! See ya!”
“Heeellooo Mister Taylor. Don’t you think it’s time to call your best friend who by the way made sure that you had an apartment down there? Really, turn on your damn cell, or I’ll be pissed. Love ya!”
“Sweetheart? Are you there? Well, I suppose not. Please call your mother, alright? I know that I shouldn’t be, but I must confess that I am a little worried here.
…
Well. I will talk to you soon. I love you!”
It’s Sunday, 22nd January, 2006. You have FIVE new messages:
“*steady breathing with a light hitch* ... Click!”
“Hello, Justin, this is Linds.
And Mel!
And Melanie, of course. *laughs* We wanted to hear how you are
...considering you just moved to the most expensive city in North America.
*chuckles* I rather want to know how your art is progressing. I am so happy you decided to move to New York. If you can spare the time, it would be nice if you could give us a call!
Yeah, and thanks again for the help when we were moving. None of our porcelain broke, thanks to you!
*voice from the background:* Mummy! Mamma! Who a’ you talkin’ to? */background*
It’s Justin, my sweet pumpkin. We are speaking with a machine which will make it possible for Justin to hear later what we have said.
Do you want to say something too, sweety?
*background:* Yes, mummy! Pluhease! */background*
Alright, wait a second…
*shuffling noises and the crackling of clothes*
Hello Jus’n? Jus’n? Where are you? I’ve drawn a picsure of you and daddy. Where’s daddy, Jus’n? I wanna show it to you, okay? Can I show it to you?
*background* Gus, can you give mamma the telephone back?
I’m sure that you can show Justin your picture when we see him the next time. */background*
Okay. Bye, Jus’n!
*shuffling noises and the crackling of clothes, then moving sounds*
Justin? This is Mel. Listen, New York’s pretty dangerous. I don’t like to sound like your mother, but keep an eye on who you’re fucking, okay? Not everyone’s as strong and at the same time as harmless as Brian. If you ever need a lawyer, you’ve got my number. Bye, sweety!”
“Hey Justin, just wanna let you know that I’ve got a new cell phone number. It’s 0-1-7-1-4-6-5-6-2-1. I want to get a sms from you until Sunday, or I’ll rip your balls off. I’m serious. Thanks again for answering my e-mail, by the way. Your apartment looks real nice! Talk to ya later! Love you!”
“Hey Justin, this is Michael. Listen, I don’t want to get on your nerves, but these ideas for Rage really need to get out of my head, otherwise it’ll explode. *laughs* I’ll e-mail them to you, and then you can call me and tell me what you think, okay? Later!”
“HEY SUNSHINE! Here’s your surrogate mom again. Just thought I’d let you know that the customers in the Diner have asked about you - *giggles* well, rather about your cute little bubble butt than about you, but that’s the same anyway. I mean, Hunter’s doing a great job, but not everyone can have your ass. *chuckles* Anyway, call us when you can find time between all the fucking, alright? *laughs* Oh, sunshine, Emmet wants to talk to you. Gimme a second!
*shuffling noises and the crackling of clothes*
Justin baby? Ohhhoooho, I’m so excited for you!!! How’s New York, babe?! Did you remember the one time we had to come to New York and get you because you bailed with Brian’s credit card? That was the greatest road trip I’ve ever had! Well, it was the only one, but that doesn’t matter. OH, you should see Blake and Teddy together! They’re sooo sweet! And Michael and Ben have submitted all the right formulars to adopt Hunter, so maybe, just maybe I’ll have a new nephew in a few weeks! Keep your fingers crossed for us, will you?! God, there’s so much more to tell! Brian’s moping around as usually and Carl and Debbie are really shagging, you should hear them. So call me, okay sweetheart? We need to chat! Bye-bye, honey pie!”
“Hello, Justin. …uhm, Tuck says Hi and that he would like to visit you with me, if you allow him to do that. But he also says it’s alright if you don’t want him to. Will you let me know when we can visit? I love you!”
It’s Sunday, January 29th, 2006. You have FOUR new messages:
“*steady breathing with a slight hitch* fuck… fuck… fuck!”
“Hey Jus, it’s Daph. I’ve e-mailed you some photos from the PFLAG march. Everyone was there: Your mum with this guy Tuck and your sister, Ted, Emmet, Michael, Ben, Hunter and even Brian. He didn’t look to enthusiastic though. Seriously, have you called the guy? He seems a bit depressed. And oh my GOD, why didn’t you tell me that Hunter’s straight?! I mean, yeah, he’s still in high school, but he’s so fucking sweet! I’ll think about hitting on him, alright? Talk to ya later! Love you!”
“*all overwhelming music - it’s High School Confidential from Caroline Pope*
JUSTIN?! Justin, I don’t know if you can hear us, but here are Ted and Emmet! We wanna give you a little of Pittsburgh’s eternal thumpa-thumpa!
I bet the clubs in New York are better, but nothing’s as good as home!
You hear Teddy? Blake and Ben are here too, and Michael and Brian are on the dancefloor. GOD, you should see him! But don’t worry, honey, nobody can shake it as hot as you to this song.
We will always cherish you as the youngest King of Babylon.
Listen and enjoy a piece of good old home, sweety!
*music goes on and doesn’t end until the answering machine cuts the message*”
“Hey Justin. I’m waiting for you to call! What the hell are you doing all day?! It’s been three weeks since you moved to New York, Justin, and I was in the Diner today. Nobody heard from you. What’s up? Are you having any problems? Just fucking call, okay? If not the guys from Liberty, at least me. I know that three weeks isn’t much, but it seems a lot if some of us don’t even know whether or not your plane crashed! Much fucking love, Daphne.Click!”
It’s Sunday, February 5th, 2006. You have FIFTEEN new messages:
“Hey Justin. *shuffling with a magazine or maybe a school book* Uhm… listen, I’m really sorry for my last message. I freaked a bit. Okay, I freaked a lot and I’m sorry. I talked to Brian and… you know, I get that you’re busy and all and that you have about more urgent things to think than about me. And really, you don’t need to call every week or some shit like that. So, we’re still friends, right? Even though I am a freaking friend? Call me when you have time, and not one second earlier. Love you!”
“...*clonk*
*something is picked up*
...Jus’n? Jus’n?! You tsere, Jus’n? Dadda called, he said to mummy tsat you’re away. Are you away f’om him? Where a’ you, Jus’n? Jus’n?
*background:* Gus, what are you doing with the phone?! */background*
Gotta go, Jus’n. Mamma’s gonna be angry.
Click!”
“Hi sweetheart! This is Em. How are you? Daphne’s around a bit more since you’re gone, I guess it’s because she needs some fabulous fags around her. *laughs* She told us that you’re living with a straight girl who has a crush on you? *chuckles* Obviously, you’re not only attracting older men but also younger girls! But… promise me you won’t fuck her? I just don’t want to have to tell Brian that his little blondy has left him for a woman. *laughs again*
Ted told me to say hi when I call you the nex time and that he plans on leaving you a message too - but you know, Brian’s keeping him on his toes. Brian is keeping all of us on his toes, actually. He’s a walking time-bomb. Anyway, let’s talk about something nice:
For example, I want to know how it’s going with the men! How are the clubs? And of course, how is your art? Have you kicked Picasso’s ass yet? AND good news are on their way! I’m not allowed to tell you but… no! But… no! No, Michael will do that! So make sure you’re at home the next few nights! And call me sometime. Debbie wants to talk to you, by the way - I love you, sweety!
...HEY SUNSHINE! How are you? I miss you a bit at the Diner, you know? Haven’t gotten many good tips lately. *laughs* Ah, only joking, but if you don’t call sometime soon, I’ll chew you a new asshole so big that Brian’s dick will fit in twice, you got it? We miss you! And Brian misses you the most - he hasn’t called you yet, has he? Well, don’t let that fool you, sunshine! Call him, and call me and most important be at home the next few nights! Michael has some big news to tell you! And... oh, Carl says hi. So, where was I? ...right. Call us, lil’ asshole. *chuckles*
“Hi Justin, it’s Linds. Are you alright? Gus is asking a lot about you and I haven’t heard from you yet, but from the Art Magazin I gather that you are already having a packed schedule! I am so proud of you. Since I figure that you’ll be very busy in the future, I’m already announcing Gus’s birthdayparty here. I hope you’ll come because we all would love to see you again. I know it’s still some months, but maybe so it will be possible for you to come. But if not, that’s okay, don’t let it get into business’s way. Brian said he would pay your plane ticket if money is the problem. Let me know, alright? Oh, and did Michael tell you the news of the day already? You must call him! Love you.”
“Hello Justin, this is Cynthia. I asked Brian and Ted for your number. You probably wonder why; well, first of all I want to let you know that I am really sorry that your and Brian’s wedding hasn’t worked out. I so wanted to see him getting hitched and tied down! *laughs* It would have been the day of my life. *chuckles*
Well, the real reason for my call is something else, though: Brian is behaving strange in the office. By ‘strange’ I mean that he’s working longer than he ever has, it is absolutely unbearable. That means that Kinnetic has good chances to become the largest adverstising company in the States, but that also means that I don’t get home before ten. I know that your time is probably rare and I am so happy that you are developing your art, but please call him. Or fuck him. Whatever it is that makes him human to the people around him. *snickers*
Oh, and I would like you to give me a call when you’re having a show! I want to stay in contact with you, Justin!”
“I HAVE A NEW BOYFRIEND!!! Oh my god, I still can’t believe it! His name’s Jason, you remember him? He’s studying with me and he’s, like, so perfect! God, you should see that body! You’d agree with me, he’s just gorgeous! God, oh GOD! You’re the first one I told! Gooooooood! Call me! CALL ME! Bye, love you, I’m so happy, dadada, I’ve got a boooooooyfriend!”
“Hey Justin, it’s Mel. I’m in the office right now and have a new case on my desk: A gay artist in who didn’t tell the owner of the gallery he had an exhibition in of his sexuality is now sued by him and wants me to defend him. The gallery’s owner has no chance to win, luckily we’re in Canada, not in the States, but you have to be careful. In New York it could cost you some bucks. Be careful, baby and call us when your first show comes up! We want to be there!
And don’t forget Gus’s birthday, he doesn’t stop asking about you. OH, and have you heard the good news from Michael already? I guess you haven’t, and I will leave the pleasure of telling you to him, but let me say so much: The USA is going into the right direction. Love you!”
“Hi, it’s Michael. I hoped that I would catch you at home, but I guess that is impossible. I wanted to tell you in person, but this is just as good; now, prepare yourself for the best news since you and Brian announced to get married.
...you ready? Alright. Shit, I’m so fucking excited! Justin, Ben and I adopted Hunter!!!
It’s all legal now, we’re his real parents, no one, no fucking one can take him away from us now! We’re keeping up a good fight against Prop 14, but whether or not it passes, Hunter is stuck with our crazy little family now! Isn’t that amazing? We didn’t think it would be possible, but the social workers really stood up for us and Mel helped us a lot.
We already celebrated, but we’re having a big party to make it absolutely official to every fag in Pittsburgh in two weeks. You’re invited. I know that you probably can’t afford the plane ticket, but it would be on me in that case. With the new Rage in progress, I can pay.
It would be amazing if you could be here, because we’ve invited the whole family, even Daphne. Although that was Hunter’s idea - he seems to like her a lot, he was actually sad to hear that she’s got a boyfriend. *giggles* Straight people. Anyway, call me! GOD, I’m SO excited!”
“Hello Justin, this is Ben. I won’t disturb you for long, but as you know I have lived in New York for a few years and I can’t sleep peacefully if I don’t tell you that you must not go to the Liberty Avenue in New York, alright? This one is not at all like Pittburgh's and if you don't want to be raped, you better stay away from it. Everything else is relatively safe, but it’s all a bit bigger than Babylon; it’s more dangerous, okay? I’m actually ashamed for sounding like your father, but being a real father now I can afford it! Call us sometime, alright? We’re all missing you here. Bye!”
“Uhm… hello Justin? This is Ted. Uhm… it’s been some weeks now since you’ve left and I hope you’re doing alright. You will call us when your first show comes up, right? I... I know that I didn’t call before now, but I have been very busy. Work is business as usual and Blake and I are so happy that I don’t even know what to do. *uncertain laughing* I mean, it’s never happened to me before. Well, anyway, I wanted to let you know that I don’t want to loose contact to you and that I hope that you will call us… maybe even Brian, because he’s not exactly happy right now. So... bye... .”
“Hey dude, this is Hunter. I’m sure you’ve already heard the great news: I’m now official Hunter Novotny-Bruckner. It’s fucking amazing! I’ve called everyone I know to make sure you change the entries in your address- and phone books: Forget ‘Montgomery’ and start thinking of me as Ben’s and Michael’s son! I am so fucking amazing!”
“Jus, this is Molly. How are ya, bro?! Call me soon, okay? I haven’t seen you so long and now you’re, like, living in New York and don’t even invite me to visit! I wanna go shopping like those girls in Sex in the City! And mum’s always ranting about you and even dad is asking about you. So become a big famous artist already so that I can tell the world that Justin’s my big brother. *evil giggling* Love ya and call me!”
“Hello Justin, it’s your mom. How are you? I know that I promised not to annoy you, but I am a mother, I can’t help it. I must admit that I miss my oldest one a bit and it worries me that you’re not returning any calls. Are you alright, sweetheart? Don’t lock yourself away in your art but live a little, alright? I love you.”
Click.
“...*steady breathing with a slight hitch*... fuck. Click!”
“...*steady breathing with a slight hitch*
Hey.
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I hope your plane didn’t crash. Click!”