J Klein

Secrets kill, but so does truth. Pick your poison.

[asher-ridley-blog]

Accidentally acted like a tour guide in a museum.

[asher-ridley-blog]

Good actually. Nice crowd.

[justin-klein]

Sounds like you missed you calling in life. Just don't go leaving us for a job at the Smithsonian or something, alright?

[karmacoral]

We’ll see, Mr. Klein. We will see. Okay, good. Not that I ever think anyone is worthy of violence, but I am a minority on this side of the world, so…I’ll just pretend it never happened, yeah? Yeah. Always, Jus. Always. Awwwh. Sounds like a plan to me, I haven’t, mainly because I’m too busy pouting over leaving Hawaii, but this could get me out of my post Hawaii funk.

[justin-klein]

Well, some people do. Pretty or not, it's true. And any guy that even thinks about treating you the wrong way falls under that category. But I'll keep it away from you if it becomes necessary. Don't pout! We can have just as much fun here. I'll do whatever it takes to pull you out of your post-Hawaii funk. Don't worry. It's gonna be great.

[justin-klein]

Text || Cohen & Justin

Cohen: Whatever. I'm done. Go fucking push yourself off a cliff. Have a good life. Or don't.

Justin: Yeah, I'll be sure to pull you off the fucking cliff with me. Go to hell.

[justin-klein]

Text || Harrison & Justin

Justin: Hey babe. You up?

Justin: I talked to Cohen. He was using my computer a while back and saw some e-mails.

Justin: It really wasn't anything to freak out over. I don't know why he got upset. I got a job offer from some old contacts my dad used to work with, and haven't mentioned it to anyone. I haven't even accepted it. It was nothing for him to freak out over.

[justin-klein]

Text || Cohen & Justin

Cohen: You're sure about that? Because he's as much as a gossip as the fucking magazines you buy at the grocery store.

Cohen: Fuck off, things with Ellie and I are perfect for once, so just stay the fuck away from me and her and I don't give a fuckin' shit about where your life goes. Go ahead and break his heart.

Cohen: Why not man up yourself, then?

Justin: Give me one example of that. Just one, Coh. Cause you're out of your fucking mind.

Justin: Good luck with that. I'm sure you'll get to be happy for a whole two weeks this time before you find a way to make it crash and burn. When it does, don't come to me again. I'm not gonna talk to Ellie for you again.

Justin: I'm already going to talk to Harris, jackass. I already told him I'd talk to him as soon as I figured out what you were going on about behind my back. So fuck off and go take care of your own relationship.

[justin-klein]

Text || Cohen & Justin

Cohen: Yeah, and I give it fuckin' ten minutes before my girlfriend decides to start hating me again for who knows how long because your boyfriend can't keep his mouth shut. Guess you'd know that though. He gags often enough on your dick, huh?

Cohen: Better fuckin' tell him that then, he's probably already planning your damn wedding, Klein. Good to see you have faith in your and Harris' relationship, though. Bet he'd love to know that too.

Cohen: I have nothing to hide from her.

Justin: Unlike you, my boyfriend doesn't go around talking behind people's backs to try and fuck up their relationships. And we're back to the gay jokes again. Either jokes, or you're just far more interested in my sex life than any straight guy I've ever met. If you were so curious, you should've said so. Ya know, back before I had a boyfriend and you turned into a grade A dick.

Justin: How about you just keep out of my relationship, huh? I think you've got enough to worry about with your own, considering you can't stay on good terms with your girlfriend for more than a week without finding a way to fuck it up.

Justin: Really? So then why doesn't she know the real reason why you you almost ended up in the hospital with alcohol poisoning? Man up and stop being a fucking hypocrite.

[justin-klein]

Text || Cohen & Justin

Cohen: You don't fucking care if your own partner takes his life or not? Alright. I'll remember that for next time, then. Good to know that my brother has my back. Didn't know this was always only about some fuckin' rich snobs' kids.

Cohen: Then fucking go, jackass. What's holding you back? No one needs you here.

Cohen: Yeah, no difference. So let him fall in love with you and by then, he'll be so far gone that when you do leave and he finds out that you've been planning this for however long, it's going to rip his fucking heart out and smash it to pieces. Things with Ellie and I are perfect, thanks.

Justin: And I thought you had my back too. Guess we were both have pretty shitty judgment.

Justin: You know what? Fuck you. You're one of the reasons I was planning on turning the job down. I really need to pick my friends better.

Justin: Oh please. You know my track record as well as I do. What's my record for a relationship? 3 months? I'm shit at relationships, and Harris can do a hell of a lot better. So no, by next summer, I'm guessing it won't make a damn bit of difference.

Justin: And you can get down from your fucking high horse until you tell Ellie. Don't fucking lecture me about being honest when you're keeping secrets from her.

[karmacoral]

Oh, goodie! I’ve always wanted one of those! Just don’t beat anyone up! I look forward to that day when that happens, mainly just because I think I need that in my life now. Oh? Well, I don’t think I’d believe it anyway. You’ll always be my sweet, lovely Justin. I can do hot guy at the beach…

[justin-klein]

You might not be saying that after the fourth or fifth guy I chase away. I promise I won't be anyone up unless they deserve it. Well, I'm glad I can be sweet and lovely in someone's mind. And you'll always be my beautiful and sweet Corabell. And we'll find another guy that can see you that way too. We're spending the weekend at the beach, then. Hope you've unpacked your swimsuit.

[justin-klein]

Text || Cohen & Justin

Cohen: Oh, I've got plenty of insults, I just figured I'd go with your sexual preference rather than your intelligence level. Even though we all know it's not much higher than that little shit of a dog you've got.

Cohen: You're hiding something that may or may not be legal from not only your friends and family, but also from the fucking agency. Aka, a fucking government funded training program. You should consider yourself fucking lucky I haven't already turned you in for treason.

Cohen: You're still withholding things from him, Justin. One secret was big enough and that was even before you guys were dating. Now that you're together, you're expected to be fully honest. Good luck with that.

Justin: Then what's that say about your intelligence? Cause I at least have enough brains to not get borderline alcohol poisoning in a hotel with 5 people that have targets on their backs, and a severe lack of other guards around. That's why we came back early that night in Hawaii, dick. It wasn't to check on you. I didn't fucking care if you could take of yourself or not. But I couldn't trust you to take care of /them./ So exactly what's you IQ level again?

Justin: Treason? You've got to be fucking kidding me. It's a security job! It's exactly the same thing I do here, except I'd be head of security and wouldn't have to work with jackasses that couldn't do their fucking jobs right. So yeah, it sounds pretty appealing right about now.

Justin: I'm withholding something that makes no difference to our relationship. And only because it's not a sure thing one way or the other. Won't make a fucking difference either way anyway. And you're one to talk about being fully honest. How's that going for you, huh? Ever tell Ellie what you saw on /her/ computer?

[justin-klein]

Text || Cohen & Justin

Cohen: Nah, I'm pretty sure you're the one that likes things shoved up his ass. Or wait, that's definitely Harrison, innit?

Cohen: I've got no problem, I just felt that it was time everyone knew. Or at the very least, your boyfriend.

Cohen: You do realize that the job offer requires you to leave the states, yeah? Meaning everything with Harrison will cease to exist. Considering you haven't mentioned it once to anyone, it's a bit sketchy and pretty hard to trust you at all. Sorry mate, that's how it is.

Justin: You've been reduced to gay jokes? You've ran out of actual insults already? I gave you credit for having more brains than that. My mistake.

Justin: That everyone knew what? That my dad got me a job offer with some old contacts from the KGB? A job offer that I haven't even accepted?

Justin: Even IF I took the job, I wouldn't even leave til after graduation. But I haven't accepted it; I was just talking with a guy about it, so I really don't see why that's any reason for you or Harris or anyone to suddenly not trust me.

[justin-klein]

Text || Cohen & Justin

Cohen: Yeah, maybe I am a dick, but Harris isn't a fuckin' angel either. Actually he's fuckin' far from it, but you're too far up his ass to see that.

Cohen: Should /any/ of us even trust you right now, Just?

Cohen: Remember a bit ago when you let me use your computer? You left your email open. Particularly one set of emails. From a certain underground something in a certain unnamed country. Ring any bells? So yeah, secrets don't make friends and they definitely don't keep boyfriends around long, either.

Justin: Don't you start trying that same bullshit with me, alright? I'm not buying it, so you can shove it up your ass.

Justin: Where is this even coming from? If you had a problem with me, why didn't you fucking say so before now?

Justin: What are you even- wait, you're talking about the job offer I got? The fuck does that even have to do with Harris, or trusting me, or anything?

[justin-klein]

Text || Cohen & Justin

Cohen: We were arguing and I just said like 'you'd feel the same if you saw what i did on Justin's computer' but like, I meant Ellie's computer?

Cohen: Maybe he took it wrong or something

Cohen: i dunno

Justin: Really? Cause that's not what it fucking sounded like.

Justin: Or maybe you're being a dick. Which between what you've said and what Harris has said, sounds like you've been acting like a dick to him all week.

Justin: My boyfriend is questioning why he should even trust me right now because of something YOU said to him. So fucking tell me what's going on, and I want a real answer this time.

[justin-klein]

Text || Cohen & Justin

Cohen: Hmm?

Cohen: I have absolutely ZERO idea as to what you're talking about

Justin: Cut the bullshit, Coh.

Justin: Someone's been telling Harris that there's some reason he shouldn't trust me, and I know it wasn't Jer. What the hell did you say to him?

[karmacoral]

You and me both, love. Good! I might actually have to be offended! Aaaahh. I have a feeling you’re going to be that big brother type that decides no one will ever be good enough. You are not a dick, Justin Klein!! You’re the furthest thing from one. Fair enough, though. Not really sure barhops are my thing anyway…

[justin-klein]

I will definitely be that big brother type. Gotta protect my Corabell. But I'm sure there's a guy somewhere good enough. Might just take him a while to get my approval is all. And I can be, just ask Cohen- Actually don't. Moving on... So, skip the barhops. Maybe a hot guy at the beach, then?

[justin-klein]

Text || Cohen & Justin

Justin: What have you been saying to Harris?

Justin: Are you the one that's been telling him that he shouldn't trust me?

[jer-sinclair]

I think --

[jer-sinclair]

Some things are worse than others.  Surfing could have been a lot worse, I didn’t even swallow any sea water or anything, so I think we came out ahead.  Oh, it’s totally fine!  It went away after a couple of days.  My arms are alright now, too.  The scratches faded really quickly.  Sounds like a plan!

[justin-klein]

Yeah, a lack of sea water in your lungs is a good thing. Glad your injuries have all already healed. I think your body's started to realize that it needs to heal a lot faster than a normal human, because you injure yourself much more often than a normal human. Yeah, alright. And there's Chinese food on the way too, so we're set!

[justin-klein]

Whoever said practice makes perfect...

[not-harry]

Marinara is the tofu dog. It can be really surprisingly amazing, or really surprisingly bland and gross. And you’re sounding dangerously like Luna there. Maybe, s’bit hilarious that everyone is thinking you’re going to corrupt me and here I am getting you to dance and eat vegan food. I’m mildly proud of myself. I don’t know what they saw. If there’s nothing to clear up, then it’s fine. He was just being a dick and I should have realized that. Sorry.

[justin-klein]

The tofu dog? You come up with the weirdest analogies. Oh don't say that; she's been talking to me about being more spontaneous, and I'm a bit scared. I hardly think that dancing and eating vegan food counts as corruption. Though you should be proud because I seriously never thought I'd try either of those. But I think they will all end up being right; I'll still hold the trump card on finding ways to corrupt you, babe. No, if this is something that's going to bother you, I want to know what they were talking about. He? Ok, that narrows it down. So the only guys that know we're dating are Jer and Cohen, right? So who was saying this shit? And don't make me go and ask them about it, cause you know I will.