Though Justin no longer sprinted around yelling at people, he wasnât sure the shock of being where he was would ever disappear. At the back of his mind, at the center of his chest, and his his every joint an irritable panic existed, prickling just beneath the surface of it all, threatening to blow up at every turn of events in Justinâs life. In Justinâs new life. Whether it was because he hadnât yet seemed to entirely come to terms with what had happened, or because he had come to terms with what had happened, Justin himself couldnât even tell -- all he knew was that nothing felt real, and he wanted to be back home now more than ever.Â
A couple of weeks ago he might not have been so hot on returning to Downsville to help his dad through a nasty divorce because of his own actions -- Justin didnât exactly fancy comforting his dadâs lover with whom heâd cheated on Justinâs mom with and who was now extremely upset about finding out about Justinâs dadâs marriage in the first place -- but now? With all that had happened within the last week alone? Justin would do anything to have that 30-something sobbing her mascara all over his shoulder again.Â
Of course, there was some solace that had seemed to help immensely these last few days, and that was in Justinâs former best friend Lance. Shocking though it, too, had been to discover that Lance had ended up wherever Justin was now, and that this all wasnât some kind of twisted dream, seeing a familiar face had helped Justin completely lose his mind. Even if what Lance explained to him -- what little Lance seemed to know, himself -- made an ache appear in Justinâs gut, it was still nice to hear the words from someone he knew. Someone heâd known well, once upon a time. It meant that Justin wasnât alone, that he didnât have to go through this alone.
Then again, heâd started to suspect maybe Lance would prefer it that way. Or, rather, thatâs what Justin thought Lance would prefer by now -- heâd asked him so many questions, asked him to hang out so many times, Justin was sure the other man had started to grow tired of him, although just wouldnât come clean about it out of... pity, maybe? They hadnât ended on the best of terms all those years ago, and though Justin assumed Lance had since long gotten over what heâd felt for him, it was still a sensitive subject; so Justin wouldnât have blamed Lance had he come clean about it, in any case.Â
But... Lance was the only person Justin knew, and the only person he felt calmed him down even a little. He hated how selfish it made him, but he had to keep Lance around now and again somehow, even if just for a moment. Like at that moment, right then and there, as they walked leisurely down main street through town. âThanks again for... hanging out with me,â said Justin a little sheepishly, his thoughts having boiled up some guilt in his stomach. âI hate to be dragging you around so much and all, I just-- this is all so fucking crazy,â he said, and laughed in disbelief, shaking his head. The fact that he was currently homeless was certainly a crazy thing, for example. Luckily heâd come upon employment and now spent his nights in the shop without the owner knowing, so it made it all the easy for him to lie and say heâd found a place. âDid you... have you gotten over the shock, yet?â Justin asked tentatively, almost hopefully. {@lancealton}
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