Best I Ever Had - Chapter Two
Chapter 2: Nothing is quite the same
'Nothing is quite same
I just say your name now
But it's not so bad
You're only the best I ever had'
Two months later
"Justin," Brian muttered in his sleep. Recently dreams with Justin had become more common despite Brian have not maintained contact with the teen. Or maybe it was because he hadn't maintain contact. Of course he continued to call home every Sunday, to Deb's weekly dinner. Nobody mentioned Justin, did not even intended to pass him the telephone and Brian never asked why. I mean, it was not as if things hadn't changed, but he thought they were protecting himself. After all, the boy was not supposed to be more than a trick, but Brian continued to care for him, still wondering about Justin's dilemmas , ever so well grounded and none whatsoever futile, it was a pleasure to hear him ramble until he got to the solution.
Brian got up and went to the kitchen. He picked up the phone and dialed a number well known. On the third ring he heard some grumbling from the other side of the line.
'Good morning to you too, Mikey'
'What do you want, Brian?'
'Can't I call to my best friend without ulterior motives?'
'You can, but you never did before. Especially, never at 6 am '
'You sure? I mean, you are my best friend, right? I must have called you before, at this hour, at least once. '
'Yes, I'm sure. Why are we even discussing this? Are you drunk?'
His gaze fell on top of a post-it stuck to the fridge door 'Join cooking classes'. Well, at least he wasn't hangover. 'Maybe'
'What do you want, Brian?', Michael asked, in an annoyed tone.
'All right, I was just wondering if you heard anything from Justin'
'Justin? You called me to know about Justin?'
Maybe he hadn't came home only drunk. Brian pinched the bridge of his nose. This idea seemed to be getting worse and his headache had chosen this exactly moment to appear.
'Yes', he said not wanting to develop.
'I ran into his mother a few weeks after you left. Jennifer was an ambulant chaos. I realized through her incoherence that Justin was attacked in his prom and taken to hospital. I don't think he has gotten away.'
'Justin is dead?'
'That's what I said. Why do you care? You left him here as it was last season's Gucci.'
Brian did not want to go into detail of how much he cared about Justin, so he hung up on his so-called best friend. Best friends didn't give bad news like this. Best friends didn't mock each others feelings. Justin was not dead, and that was for sure.
Oh fuck, what if he was?
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