"Barretta bagel with lemon or chocolate and pralines," asked Brian cheerful going into the store.
Michael looked at him bothering look grim: "You finally compulsive chapter in your battle against the calories?"
Brian stood on the door with a surprised but happy look, the bag of candy in his right hand still raised, " Good morning to you too, Mikey! "
Michael sighed smiling arranging delivery of some bubbles in a container with a label that bore the inscription 'to check'.
"Come on, a sweet chocolate, I know who are the ones you like best."
"I do not want, thank you. You should not be to submit your slogan Barilla to your staff so they can proceed to write down something makes sense? "
Brian pursed lips and put the bag on the counter move:" In fact yes, but since I'm the head are the only staff that can afford to have breakfast with his best friend coming in half an hour late. "
Michael looked at him smiling, a light shone in his dark irises, "Sin it is your best friend can not have breakfast with you. I must escape! "
" To go where? "
" To take a plane, "Michael told him could hardly repress a smile -" I have one four hours and I have to leave all the chores to the boys for two weeks. "
Brian raised his eyebrows in a mixture of wonder and joyful curiosity:" Where do you go for two weeks? "
Michael lifteda joyful look on him: "A Teak Luong, Cambodia!"
Brian's smile suddenly collapsed face and eyes are fixed on those of Michael, in front of the reaction of ' friend, he turned serious: "What?"
Brian locked himself in the shoulders, shaking his head: "Nothing, only I did not understand what the fuck you going to do in Cambodia."
Michael's shoulders sagged, "What a fucking question is that?"
"It does not seem difficult."
Michael sighed almost annoyed. Sometimes, despite twenty-eight years from now knew Brian, he wondered if he did it for pure spirit of contradiction, or whether certain things escaped him.
"Ben asked me to go and spend two weeks there," informed him returning to smile a satisfied smile and move out from the bench went to breakfast bag to extract easy to bite into a bagel satisfied - "I want to show what has been his life in recent months, wants me to participate and, above all ... "continued the man still chewing as he spoke -" I miss him immensely! "
Brian merely to raise the eyebrows and nodded once Michael stopped chewing and looking at it. He shook his head and returned to the center of the store counter mimicking the response to Brian: "How happy I am for you Michael! Finally the worst is over, you'll see, you shall be together, he misses as he misses you, asked you to get there! Who would have thought just a month ago? " he asked rhetorically pointing to a look of fire on his friend.
Why was not happy for him?
Brian cleared his throat and put the candy in the bag with lemon that had not even tasted it, he took a paper towel and wiped his fingers. "There is a small detail, in this entrancing panorama that I've proposed, I jars Mikey ..."
The man raised his eyes impatiently: "Listen."
"Do not has finished his job in late September, "asked Brian as if he knew.
"Yes," Michael nodded without understanding where Brian would going.
The man nodded with a half-conscious smile on his face: "So let me understand: If he misses, and finally everything seems to past and his tenure is over ..." he shook his head - ".. . because you're going on a plane to go to Cambodia instead of him on what brings him back to Pittsburgh? "
Michael shrugged absolutely impervious to allegations of Brian that his brain was determined to not want to consider: "It will have things to fix, in most places want me to see, maybe make me understand what that experience has helped him so ... "
" A detailed story and some pictures would be enough, 'said Brian Ice Age.
"What's the matter with Brian?" Michael growled over his face. Certainly the reactions of Brian were always unpredictable, but that just did not expect. Ben was saying that he was finally well, that would be present after running the serious risk of taking their separate ways! Perhaps even now the ostentanti and unconvincing axioms of individuality and independence of imitations of heterosexual relationships by Brian prevented him from being happy for him?
"I have no problems, but maybe you have one," Brian ruled granite wearing sunglasses.
Michael stared at him incredulously: "What problem would I have?"
The friend looked at him slightly opening his mouth to speak. Then he stopped, closed it with a smile and shut the shoulders: "No," agreed, taking the bag of sweets in his hand and heading for the door.
"Make a good trip, have fun and say hello to the Prof," ruled by opening the door of the shop and disappearing over the threshold, leaving Michael motionless in the center of the bench, arms at your sides, stunned expression on face.
Once you have turned Brian corner stops his walk, he sighed and pointed their gaze on an insignificant sign of a coin laundry.
He nodded to himself of a realization that she had peeped into his mind since the announcement of Michael then shake, tossed in the trash bag and make sure breakfast, walked to the car.
****
"What is the history of the identity card and the doorman asked me," asked Justin when Evan made his entrance, elegant and fragrant, in the conservatory where he had accompanied by a Mexican waitress, dressed with a lot of pink and white apron, just reached the attic.
The man smiled innocently toward him and fastened the shirt cuff.
Both unconsciously gazed on the features of each other, as if for the first time be seen. But it certainly looked through different eyes now, either looking for something that was hopelessly attracted to the 'common knowledge' that they have discovered.
"I'm sorry, I know that sometimes has some ways similar to the Gestapo," Evan gave conciliatory - "but it is necessary for you to open the apartment when I am."
"I arrive early in the morning, I do not think you're already out for ..."
"Unfortunately business travel forcing me to stay away two weeks Justin, "interrupted the man got closer until he reached a little over a meter and continuing to smile at him hopelessly.
Justin tried to drive away from the thought that man's head and Brian who were walking together to markets -
"You said you'd be home around October," opposed.
"It's true. But we won the contract for the new TV campaign for Apple. Not that I particularly like San Francisco, but there are times in life when it is absolutely preferable to New York, "Evan ruled unable to hide, and perhaps even wanting to do, all the pride that be presumptuous of Apple's advertising, the company took - & ldquo , and there are customers to whom you can not say, 'See you in my office' but whose head must go, "he concluded obvious.
Justin nodded with a grin: "Customers whose place must go to the general manager of Omnicom in person."
Evan chuckled: "Sure, send the president might seem a bit 'too servile, not to mention that the president knows nothing now, to advertising strategies,"
"Instead, its most direct subordinate ..." continued Justin without giving way to show whether his claims were to estimate or rhetorical.
But Evan was not the person to be intimidated by a guy. So she smiled and blew a "Exact" neutral and clapped her hands: "So for three weeks or refer your work here, or you are on your own. "
Justin shook his head thoughtfully," I can not put off for three weeks. In a month I move to Chicago for at least twenty-five days, there'd be inside. "
Evan nodded looking for a compromise:" It refers only to one, you come back the next, and could start. Then you can go directly from here to Chicago, "he suggested.
Justin looked away, smashing the brain that had the commitment to joint and what would lead them back a week.
would been at home now instead of later this month ... did not change much if not for the fact that he would be away almost two months. Maybe you could do, maybe organizing long marathons back to Pittsburgh during the weekend ... but there was something that was forgotten and that he knew to be important ...
"So?" Evan pressed it gently.
The feast of the fairies! Scarlett had promised that we would go! The girl who had learned not to be talked of nothing else and already planned her outfit and her fairy name for days. Brian would go there Justin and we do not even think to blow up the event to Scarlett.
Event to be held in fact, the week was between the return of Justin's departure from New York and Chicago.
"So no, I'm sorry but it is impossible. I have an urgent commitment to end the week of October, "he closed his shoulders -" If you want to refer you, but not until January next year, I'm afraid. "
We then took so long to complete the work of the first painting purchased by Evan on his wall. We would have lost ten thousand dollars, true, but he felt that he would live well without.
Evan smiled ... again!
"That's why the ID card," making clear decisions with as if he had conducted a stubborn child to understand his reasoning - "Work while you are there. What is the problem? Of course I am the last that can help you or give you advice painting, "he reasoned slipping on his jacket and glancing to the clock.
The same as Brian could not not see Justin.
"But I do not even want to tell me how you would prefer that the interpreter?" Asked to do really surprised - "I mean, when you come back will definitely be completed and if you do not like something then it is a mess ; ... "
" Quiet Justin, "Evan interrupted him putting a hand on his shoulder and tighten with lightness -" I bought two of your pictures because I love your style. I trust blindly for you and your artistic genius, "he confessed showing a row of teeth too perfect, too square and too white. "More ..." he continued, lowering his voice a half-tone, but that was enough to make it an accomplice - "I know we share the same aesthetic tastes, no?" He asked with a flash of cleverness that shone in blue irises.
Justin stared at him trying to silence the trouble irrational but not too human that statement implied that Brian had caused.
"I would say yes," Evan said, displaying a confidence that perhaps did not expect.
The man remained silent, and the friendly smile on her lips become, however, thanks to the tightening of the eyelids and tongue which had dampened the bottom slowly, a sly smile and seductive.
Justin inhale slowly through your nose, slid the look on Evan's hand still resting on his shoulder, then rested man.
"Between the air as you?" Asked Safe air, almost arrogant.
Evan sighed in turn.
"Three hours."
Justin merely nodded looking man straight in the eye to give him a vision of blue, bluer than his.
Evan looked down and shook his head: "I'm sure it would be very, very rewarding for both," he whispered back then staring at the boy whose belly felt lean on the soft fabric of his jacket.
aware Justin smiled, "But," he asked with a smile indecipherable.
Evan's hand slipped from her shoulder, broke the contact of fabrics due to slight step behind the man: "But do not enjoy the really, Justin, you know. I would spend all their time trying to figure out what Brian has found in you and you to find out what was in me, "notes that the logical back smiling. "And do not ever let the mental ruminations in a healthy and potentially memorable fuck."
Justin smiled a conciliatory smile. "Nor I," thus giving tacit approval granted to the reasoning of Evan. Would happen and they knew them both.
is still observed for a few moments, each lost in thoughts of the two probably twins.
"I go," Evan ruled off the ground in his briefcase and bag Gucci fabric.
"So you trust my genius?" Joked Justin accompanying private elevator.
Evan smiled pressing the button Call sign: "Absolutely. In the more I think for you is much more convenient than road maps already stored. With a family is not too much you can afford the luxury to come and go whenever we want, right? "
He said it without any ironic or revenge or even scorn. Justin was sure. It was absolutely certain.
He had a simple and logical fact that anyone regardless of being gay or not, single or married, whether or not ex Brian would have done.
Yes he was sure.
So why, asked as the doors slid on Evan's smile, he felt as if the man had pinched the bottom of the stomach with malice?
'Ordinary Life' - Liquid
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r6KunF06UJM
*****
Scarlett, for the first time since he was enrolled in dance class classic, came out of the classroom breathless and eager to go home.
Normally he would stop playing with your girlfriends, it was repeated ten times to undress, complained about a 'terrible thirst' and 'hungry as a wolf', that day no.
"Come on Grandma! Fast, "ruled fast slipping straight into the dressing room with the shoes already taken in hand.
Jennifer looked Debbie presented her with a wink and cheerful accomplice.
"From grandparents, "he appealed the little feet on the bench in the locker room after the parade body. Jennifer joined her smiling. "Arrival, arrival, stay calm. Both costumes are at the home of Debbie, do not nobody steals them! "
" I know, but I can not wait to try mine. Emozionantissima are, Grandma! "Scarlett confessed to putting on the best that wore tight jeans to perfection.
"And if you do not like?" Debbie teased the gathering and storing them in the bag of dance clothes that her friend, girl bent over, past.
Scarlett laughed and shook his head: "Can not, my grandmother made me see Available as a half and it's beautiful!"
"Packaging," Jennifer corrected cheerful laughing frenzy granddaughter's idea to try the costume for the party of the fairies.
Debbie and Jennifer had offered to pack the costumes a bit 'for all, especially for children, and spent entire afternoons between markets and then home textiles Debbie to baste and sew chatting amiably.
In the head of the three children then, the idea of a party of fairies, all together in camp, all of which should have been for two days pretending to be fairies, including adults, was taking the weekend to turn pale at the Disneyland Halloween.
Not that Scarlett if he had completely forgotten. Jennifer had tried to impose the same dress for both Monday and Tuesday to Disneyland for the weekend immediately following the forest, but the girl was adamant. On Halloween, people dress up as witches or ghosts, not to do.
So the compromise had come to buy Halloween costume and then hand the fairy.
One afternoon he was out with Brian, her father had bought a well-fitting black cotton jumpsuit with printed front and back of the outline of a skeleton.
Jennifer had been very puzzled: Scarlett was so thin that wearing the jumpsuit and that image, it looked like a skeleton, really.
The dance school was the eighth floor of an ancient palace of the city, it has yet to fully lift an archaic iron and very slow.
Jennifer smiled at the woman who, with them, was coming down along with the granddaughter. For two years now the two women met at dance class and sometimes they had exchanged a few formal chat, but it certainly had become friends. Jennifer Scarlett when accompanying a dance, most of the time he brought with him a book, which was read on a park bench underneath when the weather permits, or in the heat of a bar with a long and light coffee.
The woman smiled, then looked at Scarlett looked again Jennifer.
"I ask you a question?" he asked suddenly for no apparent reason.
Jennifer nodded.
"It's his son, the boy who sometimes accompanies Scarlett here, right?"
The woman smiled and nodded again.
"Well, yes, the fact is very similar. But that's why I was wondering where Scarlett has taken these features. Perhaps the mother? His mother is Mexican? Or maybe Cuban? I've never seen before. "
Debbie's eyes widened in surprise.
What the hell were those questions? How absurd and morbid curiosity drove the woman to make such claims, plus front of the child?
Jennifer's face became serious and sighed to answer before Scarlett same act.
"I do not know the mother."
Jennifer she bit her lip as the woman's face there was regret. Maybe it was dead? That was stupid to ask without knowing!
"I have two dads," said Scarlett serenely for the expression suddenly terrified of women and the same niece.
Debbie said Mrs. defiantly complacent. 'Let's see how it goes and collects the shot' he asked giggling.
The woman tried to appear more modern and intelligent. And of course wrong in both missions when, with a new smile, pulled much of the first, the obvious stroke of genius: "Ah here! I said well I do. You
adopted her son and her partner are not the real parents. It's too different, blacks with those beautiful eyes and skin much darker than normal! "
Debbie, for the first time in his life he found himself short of the arguments was so surprised at the idiocy that manifests still reigned supreme in more.
felt just an annoying tingling in hands, he would gladly appeased with a well-aimed slap on the cheek from the skin of what is now dried up, unfortunately for his grandson, was itself a grandmother.
Debbie's anger was that of a sister Jennifer. In a moment, with a simple sentence, the woman told her niece to be different from others and that his parents really were not 'real' parents. And all this for free, knowing nothing about what she knew or not, and concepts of information so bizarre and discriminatory.
He turned his gaze first on the red dial indicating that fortunately only lacked a plan to reach the atrium, then to the grandson, certain of finding lost and confused.
But Scarlett was looking at her with eyes like those of Brian on certain occasions.
"Fuck you," hissed the girl with clear and do not misunderstand.
So clear that while Debbie exploded in a merry laugh, Jennifer instinctively shoot strictly with a 'Scarlett' full of exclamation points.
The nephew looked at her a sad look, the logical consequence of what got angry a few moments before the woman, who still had his mouth wide open with astonishment and indignation.
"Daddy and Daddy told me that when certain people tell me these things are allowed to say 'fuck'. In fact, Dad said that I must say. Sorry Grandma, "he lamented.
The 'Ah' sound and proud of Debbie sounded in the cabin that slowly rested on the ground floor and smiled to her granddaughter Jennifer, caressing his cheek before returning attention to the woman.
"The excuse," he began earning his eyes from obsequious 'is-well-I-say' the woman - "You know how children sometimes. Him it is said, repeats, but they are impulsive and often forgotten! "
Debbie raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"I constantly tell him that you do," while Jennifer went to the elevator doors slid open - "that it takes respect for adults. And adults will be of her ... "he went on with a smile and sharper than Debbie had ever seen on her face -" So ... Fuck them! "Sentences transforming the woman into a pillar of salt before turning to her niece: "That's treasure, so they say, "he said smiling and taking her hand out of the elevator.
Debbie walked past the woman who showed no signs of moving with a joyful smile on his face: "Good day!" I wish to turn first to leave the elevator.
'Fuck You' - Lily Allen
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8Js0OK27SY
****
Brian smiled at the image that Justin had sent by mail with the words: 'What? We could tell Evan to bring this campaign to Apple? ^____- '
Click on the answer and, as usual, only the compiled object:
' Where do you find time to do even ste shit here? ... But is great '
He sent cheerful smiling and shaking his head as Cynthia made his entrance into office.
"What a day!" Sighed sitting on the couch.
Brian got a sly look on her: "Did he have doubts?"
The girl looked at him grinning accomplice "ever had!"
Brian nodded and went to the liquor cart. The meeting with representatives of Barilla had lasted two hours in the morning, stopped for lunch and was resumed in the afternoon.
So Cynthia and Brian were bring lunch with them due to the stomach curled by doubt if they would accept campaign developed by Brian for the launch of pasta in the United States or not.
Both were experienced and navigated on the skin made hard by years of battles, sometimes punctuated by stinging defeats but in most cases by glorious victories, so they were able to completely conceal the anxiety of awaiting a response that Kinnetik would apply for a two-year contract from $ 500,000 a year.
signing the contract, which took place at about four, had followed the usual ritual of chatter, laughter, informal talk about hobbies and families, accompanied by coffee and pastries.
Finally, at six, had freed themselves of a psychological burden and material and could take a breather.
Cynthia Brian offered a glass of water and the girl looked at him in amazement: "For months we only drink water and I'm afraid to rust sooner or later. Why not offer me a drink? "
The man laughed:" I thought that women could not breast-feeding drinking alcohol. "
Cynthia watched him with sufficient air:" I thought at the time who was in radiotherapy could not smoke or massacred in the gym. Do you think that naive. Give me a drink! "Peremptory order to the merry laughter of Brian.
"Permission?" Was heard coming from the cheerful glass door.
Brian and Cynthia looked up on Shawn's head peeping.
"Please," Brian granted. The woman entered sly smile, "I said they should become a member of Kinnetik because it seems that the dividends of the next two years gave me a life annuity. Where are the subscriptions? "Churches closer to friends.
Brian got a deadly look at the door. Ted, beyond the glass, smiled and waved his hand hastily before vanishing.
The man sighed and turned to put the attention on two friends who embraced filling up with compliments like, 'How did you fit, you're great!' - 'You too! You look really good! '-' You have an expression of light, you look great! '-' The new cut looks good on you beyond belief! '
"Do not you think Cynthia would agree to get pregnant once a year," asked sly sneak in speech, "Look at the boobs that make up stuff to embarrass even you!"
Cynthia instrumentally assumed a serious pose, her hands on her hips.
"Of course, if it were not true to you you only have one," Brian joked in what would have seemed a joke to the most horrible taste. But lively Shawn smiled: "We really want to engage in the discourse of those who have a single original thing instead of the two provided by Mother Nature?"
Cynthia put a cheerful look first at Shawn and then laughed along with Brian them.
"Where have you hidden your sister?" Asked the man pouring a drink for one for Cynthia and Shawn.
The woman had her hand hovering in the air: "Forget it. Buried by his research on who thinks he's Little Red Riding Hood or Freddie Krugher depending on how you wake up in the morning. "
Brian nodded, smiled and went to sit at the desk while the two women took their places on the couch.
"News of Michael?" Shawn asked sipping his Negroni.
Brian shrugged. "He's fine," he informed with essential do.
"Back for the weekend of the fairies, right?" She asked with a worried look of those who fear that the absence of a similar event can be compared fail on the very day of the end of the world.
Brian raised his eyebrows and inspired by the nose: "Who knows ..." he reasoned with making seriously.
The women exchanged glances tacitly aware that the case was to change the subject.
"Andy but how are you?" Asked Cynthia a tingling feeling in your stomach no longer used to absorb alcohol. Shawn just smiled at the nickname coined for Justin.
"Andy is very well. In five days back and he will ensure that their fairy fantastic weekend, "Brian informed her -" but I must put an end to a misunderstanding that is perpetrating for years ... " continued to make serious, taking off his jacket and loose tie.
The two friends looked at him carefully and Brian went to rest on the white table clothes just stopped, "Andy Warhol was a graphic designer from Pittsburgh, who went to New York in search of an engagement in a & rsquo ; advertising agency. I took and a stroke of genius, yet inexplicable to most people, was in that city, but especially in advertising that agency, which gained fame and success, "the information to look at them with sly -" Everybody thinks that early as a painter, but wrong, its beginnings are in advertising. "
Shawn laughed:" And then this, or would make you the new Andy Warhol, right? Not Justin. "
Brian snickered bowing.
Cynthia laughed and looked up to heaven: "This Brian had always glossed over, "he declared, getting up off the couch and approached his friend -" You're starting to hear the case for the symptoms of midlife crisis and feel the need for reassurance, "he asked malignant clapping him on the shoulder.
The look he got from Brian was the most priceless could get.
Both women burst into merry laughter filled the offices of the now deserted Kinnetik.
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