"Oh my God," murmured Laureen exhausted.
eyes protruded from a blanket over soft he could not remember exactly how it was over him. It was only the view of the immense painted on the wall in front of the parquet floor, and whites and blacks in alcantara pillows scattered in front of the bed on which he was, convinced that he was not lying on the asphalt, the victim of a front with a truck full of anvils such as nausea, felt that the lead on the head, and the physical exhaustion might have you believe.
slowly rose up, matted hair before his face, yawned and looked around.
The remains of the previous evening lay by his side in any order and the memory came suddenly.
"I went to sleep here?" He asked incredulously. He could not remember all that he had fallen asleep. The last thing he remembered was a sort of discussion with Brian, a blunt, and she just ... sitting ...
Yes, exactly where they are now.
He ran his hand over his face and shook his head "The last time I was sixteen," scolded to herself. He snorted and turned to get up under the carpet on which he had apparently spent the night. It was pretty obvious she had gone well and still felt that the thick back fall back to confirm that he was much more than a feeling.
do with staggering wandered in the loft as if for the first time I saw him. No trace of Shawn and Brian. He cleared his throat not sure whether it was appropriate to prepare a cup of coffee alone or indifferent to wait somewhere.
He arrived at the kitchen counter and glanced through the panels sleeping area.
And for the little jaw fell to her knees.
those were his sister's foot sticking out beyond the edge of the bed? Brian's bed, plus? And yet Justin to tell the truth?
Yes were her, no use pretending not to recognize them.
instinctively put her hand to cover her mouth.
What the hell had happened while she was sleeping?
While still right on possible views that lay before you, views that she was sure, would have been justified with the lame excuse of "smoke and alcohol, nearly jumped out of his skin to the" Hello "that sounded fun and unexpected to his shoulders.
He turned and found himself a lightning Brian smiled with cheerful look smart. He was wearing only a pair of tight jeans and torn. Chest and bare feet.
Imagine having an expression shocked and disoriented by the laugh that man the agreement after it from head to foot.
"Hello Brian" he said trying to regain possession of herself. All of his need for control had gone down the drain in overnight. She had got out of hand and that his awareness concerning what was happening around her. His ego scolded her harshly giving it a twinge of anger in the pit of your stomach.
"Coffee?" Asked the man heading the kitchen after he pulled a silk dressing gown that belonged Blueroom to a life before.
"Yes, thank you," sighed Lauren once again throwing a glance at the sleeping forms of his sister in bed with Brian.
"How come my sister is ... ..." nodded without even being able to finish the sentence.
Brian shrugged expert maneuvering to the espresso machine, a gift from Debbie "Finally, after years, we have sold. And ... yes, we all fucked the night while you sleep "
Laureen fell nearly sitting on the ground.
Brian turned to look at her and burst into a coarse laugh, "I'm kidding by. But Dr. Drescher she disappoints me. Where has all its icy self-control? "Poked him the wink.
She resumed her breath for a moment that had passed away and snorted heading to the bench kitchen "In the toilet I guess. With coffee that first drink and then spit some "
Brian chuckled, shaking his head," After you been asleep we continued our pleasant conversation on the bed not to disturb you, "he explained, handing her a steaming cup Brian "and we fell asleep"
Laureen nodded sniffing the smell of coffee and found it similar to the muriatic acid.
"How long you do not take sound drunk? "Brian asked genuinely interested. The woman merely to show off a look of reproach directed exclusively to itself.
"Are you aware that my sister in normal conditions is able to sleep until one in it? Imagine today "
ruled their hair in a ponytail. At least his body was to sum up some control.
"Why change the subject?" Asked Brian enjoying in turn a sip of coffee.
"speech is not only information exchange that gave you"
Brian nodded with a smirk on his face "I have nothing to do until tomorrow morning . Can camp out in my bed yet twenty-four hours. "
"Ahhh, and I thought that I should keep it as free and ready to use the weekend to single you've reserved" ridiculed her before you start drinking his black beverage.
Brian looked at her with amused eyes, "his mother said some things you can do even out of bed?"
"For example in the car? Or in the sauna? Or better yet, in a fetid alley? "
" Exactly, "
Laureen nodded raising eyebrows" Call me a traditionalist but I always find that the bed is the most comfortable place where do "
Brian chuckled, "Call me a traditionalist but do not with strangers in my house and Justin."
"That surprises me a lot ..." she mused, "... very yes."
Brian frowned and shook his head question and she shrugged her shoulders to assume "from what I know you are a couple open, I did not think vigessero vetoes. Above all, I wonder who has set "ruled with a smile ironic in the face. We would have bet all his Chanel lipstick on who had imposed the vetoes.
Brian chuckled and nodded, "This is the only self-imposed if that's what you wanted to know" is closed in the shoulders at all upset "since there is the little girl I heard that this house had be reserved only for those who live there. Moreover, as you said, there are saunas and alleys, which are much more exciting "
Laureen looked at him over her cup of coffee that was cooling hopelessly trying to probe into his eyes that, depending on the light changed from green to light brown.
Brian returned his gaze. Still, undaunted.
She put her cup and nodded "You are less than the granite that we like to think"
Brian laughed amused, "You know I do not think we should be psychiatrist to understand it. I think now they have all understood. "
"Even Justin?" she asked point-blank.
"Especially Justin. I think along with Michael and Debbie was the first to understand, "said Brian ready to Laureen proving to have no fear to compare with her.
"So why continue to want to think?" Continued the woman cocking her back and unconsciously assuming the posture assumed in professional studio in front of a patient.
"Why reassures me?" Brian said quietly, "Why reassures the others? "
Laureen smiled and shook his head" You are very good nell'autonalisi.
Brian shrugged his shoulders to make obvious "You thought you were not aware of what led me to be who I am? What happened or not happened in my life that I take on certain attitudes, ways of thinking and psychological resistance? "
Laureen smiled biting into a chocolate biscuit, for once in his life, without assessing the mentally calories that this was to make his body. "I thought you were so willing to admit it, talking about how we're doing now"
Brian rested his elbows on the kitchen counter and came face to his and for the first time in his distinguished career Laureen felt embarrassed.
"In fact, usually I do not. But you need someone to help you return to the Dr. Jekyll this morning, because the role of Mr. Hyde in which you woke, I noticed that you very destabilizing, "Brian whispered with a smile on the face cutting.
What Michael said? "Brian will not be able to psychoanalyze. He was right.
Laureen gave up and raised his hands with a smile "Thank You" granted.
"Please," conceded the man.
"Oops! .. I Did It Again "- Britney Spears
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvtDHH_IfP8
****
"Tuesday?" Michael asked incredulously to his caller as he was walking on the pavement heated by the sun of an August that in spite of themselves giving way to September showed no signs of easing bit hot but if you return on Tuesday, then go to Kinnetik to the poster of the march, when you doing the tables for Rage? I have the script ready all the details! "
nodded to answer Justin decided to give him confidence. It would have done in the evenings and at night if it were necessary, but would be ready for the weekend.
"Ok then. How's Jenny? ... ... ... ... All right, then have fun "was about to conclude the first stop of" Ah ... I'm in your house, you're in that line until I get so talk to Brian? ... Ah ok ... ... ... ... ... No nothing of that, I wondered if he wants to come and eat something out then ... ... ... I will greet you? "Michael suggested in a bungled attempt to remedy what he did not even know.
What I knew was that he had noticed an unusual frost between Brian and Justin the day before, then Justin had gone alone. He was already in the programs, of course, but he felt that, even if it was not in the plans, he would go away on its own anyway, "Ok, I say that sincerely," he added without Justin had asked him and closed the conversation hastily.
knocked on the door of the loft for years as he did, or punching and expectations. After some minutes he received no answer and looked at his watch. One and a half. Possible was still asleep?
Ribussò puffing. He was probably having sex with the first stranger found on the street the night before. Good God! Can not change its ever?
Just when he was about to launch the third attack on the door, he heard the bolt shoot.
It took more than a moment for your brain to decode what is in front parried.
widened his eyes as wide open to those who watched him.
"Laureen or Shawn?" He asked shocked air.
The woman, wrapped in a robe, flowing hair is still wet, opened his mouth in an embarrassed smile
"Laureen" he mumbled.
Michael looked at her as she had turned into an alien before laying eyes over his shoulder "Shawn," he asked now absolutely incredulous.
"Oh, are you Michael!" Shawn smiled from the platform at night putting on a pair of jeans in a hurry, "thought it was Brian."
"What the ... ..." asked the man without really understand anything, or the opposite, fearing that he understood everything.
"It is not what it seems, I can explain!" He hastened to inform Laureen mentally vowing to herself that the world would never drink a single sip of alcohol or given a shot at a joint.
****
"Hello hello" Shawn greeted by sliding the door of the loft in front of Michael and smile Brian.
Laureen, having settled, left the loft in a rush toward the two, remembering an appointment made the previous evening. Shawn had stopped to eat something with Brian and Michael.
Michael had been given a share of what had happened to loft the night before and if the laughter was great (with a strong aftertaste fund sadistic) idea dell'imperturbabile Dr. Laureen stripped Drescher, metaphorically or otherwise, of his clothes and alter drives.
Brian ran his hands to massage the face, sighing
"Tired?" Said Michael putting the dishes in the dishwasher used as a meal for two and a half.
"practically to pieces," admitted Brian and Michael nodded, "You know, I heard Justin and says that before going back to Tuesday."
Brian looked up on the back of his "I know," replied obvious.
"Why did not you go yourself to Britin?"
Brian raised his eyebrows and a smile conscious began to make his way in his face, "Why I had to paint and I have to work tomorrow "
" Right, "Michael overturning a verdict amount of dishwashing soap on the sponge that would be enough to wash every pot and pan in the kitchen, rather than just the pan where Shawn had made an omelette.
"do not have to wash the dishes Michael" Brian tried
"Of course it should. Do not you know that the egg can not be burned to pull away after day? Not to mention the stink he does. And of course you do not do that I do "
" Sure, "Brian gave up lighting a cigarette and wondering what would be the best time to tell Michael to give him the courtesy to leave him alone.
wanted to stay until Monday morning.
"Oh, I almost forgot, of course, Justin told me to say hello and ...."
"Mikey," Brian interrupted him from behind his back
"Tell me," asked the friend turned to look at it and showing off the most innocent expression that could.
"What do you ask?"
"No"
Brian looked at him wrong in a message meant that he knew him the best of their pockets.
Michael sighed and shook his head in a way that Brian remembered when he was a boy and did not understand his ways and thoughts.
"What happened between you and Justin?" It was decided to ask.
Brian stared at him for a moment and then pursed his lips doubtful "Nothing."
"Obviously" Michael blurted out "the most stupid that I'm asking"
"A simple difference of opinion" Brian made it clear, rising and reaching the friend. She took her arms and a smile higher led him to turn to the sink as his probe the unsolved problems, he had forgotten he had the soapy hands and was trickling parquet.
Michael nodded rinse your hands and dry them with kitchen paper.
"Tonight we go to Babylon?" He suggested.
"No" was the response of dry lightning and Brian.
"Why not?"
"Why I do not want Mikey "assumed answered the man.
"Next on" Michael poked him with a sly smile "You and me. We are alone, then we go dancing in the dark you go I will rebuke the other hand, you do not expect an hour wait in the car "
Brian looked at him with an expression of who finds himself having to interact with a person who suffered a head injury "I do not want Mikey. I only wish of hanging in the house, smoking and sleep until morning. Alone " specific calmly.
Michael looked at him with huge eyes "It 's worse than I thought"
"What?"
"What happened between you and Justin "
Brian raised his eyes to heaven," God still there are you? "snorted heading rapidly approach the ashtray resting on the ground somewhere.
"You who do not feel like you have a pump in the dark? You want to be alone to set a ceiling? It 'happened only twice since I know you both and was involved Justin "Michael pleaded emphatically.
Brian froze in the middle of the room and snorted a short laugh, shaking his head.
"In fact, if I had not come the first time I'd found hanging from a beam"
Brian closed his eyes, sighing and wondering why he had happened in combination with a best friend like that.
"I was not hanging" specific calmly "and certainly, if it was, it was not for Justin"
possible that Michael could not remember? Can really be so unaware? She did not remember that he had missed a job in New York to which he aspired to be forever? And most importantly, he did not remember that while he was "hanging" the others were at the farewell party for Michael that he would leave for ever the idiot with a chiropractor?
Michael approached agreed to complete the mission in which it was launched and slipped on the statement of his friend.
"From" The Circus, smiling and putting her hands on her hips "Me and you, as once"
Brian stared at him without answering, but put her hands on her shoulders Michael smiled, "Let us dance and then you go to escape the dark reality"
"Flee from reality? "Brian asked, smiling sincerely amazed
" Sure. Why is it not always what you do? "Michael asked suddenly serious.
Brian's face stiffened as he read in the hazel eyes of his determination never seen before, an awareness of granite and unquestionable.
"Every time something happens to you when you're fourteen years you end up with the bird in the hand or in someone's mouth. If it is not an escape from reality ... this ... "
Brian's hands slid along the arms of his helpless and fell along the body. He nodded to impress "There's no denying, the time you spent with Laureen has made you so wise and insightful you should give an honorary doctorate in psychoanalysis" Tetra before walking away.
"Brian" Michael urged him with an enterprising we usually do not belong to him.
"I want Michael to stay. Alone "by Brian stern platform specific night.
The friend looked at him as he had looked through the glass of the house of Emmett in Malibu. And he saw the same look determined, beyond which grief choked, unable to come to light if not ever in rare and fleeting moments.
"Why do not you go to get fucked sound? Knowing you is when Ben is not party purposes. And knowing him, perhaps long before, "Brian spat venomous attack to defend themselves.
Michael continued to look not to mention finally nodded, "Go to sleep. I finish the system and then I go "informed him in a firm voice and determined not to accept any opposition.
"You Are Not Alone - Michael Jackson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C73NjVQoRww
OT CHAPTER TWELVE (Laureen / Jared Leto)
Brian, in his sleep, saw a slight arm resting at his side. He sighed and moved slowly turning around. Continued to have his eyes closed and her sensory perception was not rational. But despite everything, even in his sleep, he knew that Justin was not that arm.
He crouched at the side of the person who hugged him and waited. He waited to hear his breathing become smooth and quiet then opened his eyes.
looked at the face of Michael brightened in his sleep and smiled sweetly. Since Hunter's illness had begun to show signs of having taken the road of no return, Brian had spent whole nights thinking about how he felt his friend, that he was feeling. And he felt the pain as his own, as is rumored to receive the twins. He had watched his face day after day digging the first to bend in a constant expression of pain, he was sure Brian would have left traces in the perennial lines of his face. Now, watching him sleep, as he had so often done in his life, and sighed slightly at the sight of the expression finally relaxed, serene sleep without nightmares almost over, gave him.
Michael probably felt that look and opened his eyes slowly, looking at his friend through the eyes fogged with sleep.
looked at each other without speaking to him that Brian ran a hand through his hair giving him a sweet caress "Ben returns" sentence in a whisper with the serious expression of who knows how to tell a truth ;.
Michael nodded slowly "Even Justin," he said.
Brian swallowed hard and blinked, looking down
"Sleep now"
"At Your Side & rdquo - The Coors
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C4fF2EJy9Aw
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