Brian’s POV Why did I even let Lindsay talk me in to coming the art opening, yeah I am sure Justin’s art is wonderful I know I seen him breathe his sketches and drawings. But being here has a strange feeling to it. Sometimes I don’t know how to act when I am with him. Or just see him. He left me. Again! But I am aware that this time it was not of another guy but the reason is the same. I can’t give him what he wants. But God I so want to be able to give it to him. There he is talking and laughing with Linds, why can’t I make him laugh like that? I walk confidential to their spots but I know inside I am so nervous. Some small talk is passing by. Talk…Talk…Talk… And before I know it I am alone with Justin. I show my pride he can’t get to me. His art. He wants to know what I think of it? He already knows, he is fishing for compliments. I leave with a smile on my face and go off to meet some other people to talk to. But I watch Justin closely. He won’t be away from my view. Time is passing by slowly. He is talking to so many people. When did he become so popular? I am so fucking bored I should get my dick sucked right now. But still don’t want to leave Justin’s side. As I am about to turn around to leave Justin is slowly walking to some guy. I may admit the dude is hot. More than hot but he is no Justin. Someone bumps into me and I realise I have been watching them for at least ten minutes. Feel like a fucking stalker. The guy comes closer to Justin and whispers something in his ear and I don’t like it one bit. He gently touches Justin’s shoulder and rubs his back. Justin takes his hand and smiles. He turns and I pretend I am busy with something but really I am watching him out of my corner of my eye. The guys sighs and follows Justin to the halls now this is creepy what is going on between them. I never saw this guy before there is no need to think something happened. I take a step to follow them but then I remember myself I have no say in this anymore. What ever happens or happened between them… wait no I don’t know what to think about that. What if they are together? What if they were together when Justin was my boyfriend, well partner? I listen to the voices in my head they are telling me I need to know what’s going on even it’s not my business anymore. I walk till I am behind the stairs and out of view. I listen closely cause I want to know what the fuck is going on. Justin’s POV ”Tucker, would you please get of my back. I said what I wanted to say. You know it, she knows it, there is nothing left to talk about. And no reason to repeat my question.” There is no way in hell I am going to repeat it. The possibility of Tucker fucking my mom…SHIT i did it again. ” Come on Justin, I just want to clear this up. I am going to be in your life. You can love it or hate it. But I am not going anywhere for the moment.” God I hate that man. I have no responsibility to him. In my life…does he think he can play my dad. He is almost my age damnit. My mom will have my balls when I am not nice to him. ” Ok go ahead I am listening, but remember it’s only six months that means nothing. A lot can happen with that. So be careful about what you say about her to me. You don’t want to make me puke up in here.” I cross my arms over my chest and wait for him to start. This is going to be a good one. How can he love my mother she is way to old compared to him. They even…don’t go there Taylor. ”I hate this bullshit, Justin. Don’t be so jealous of us. You want to know why she is with me here I show you.” Before I even can blink or respond he already grabs me by my neck and he pushes his straight or so I thought lips on mine. Holy fuck what am I doing? I push him from me. And I look at him confused and embarrassed. ”What the fuck are you doing? Asshole!” I am outraged. I hope no one saw that. ” You kiss your mother with that mouth?!” he grins, I almost throw up. “I am showing my point.” ” Do you even have the slightest idea what you just did?” I don’t even wait for an answer or remark on that. I turn away from him and walk outside when my words are still lingering on the walls.