the conversation (5/?)
Jul. 27th, 2010 02:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amelialourdesI've been in a writing mood lately! I will get this one finished. It is my goal.
Refresher links:
The Conversation 1/?
The Conversation 2/?
The Conversation 3/?
The Conversation 4/?
Fic: The Conversation 5/?
Fandom: QaF
Word Count: 1,246
Summary: Justin goes out to lunch with Daphne and gets an unexpected surprise.
Notes: All mistakes are mine (feel free to point them out!), characters belong to their respective owners, and that's about it.
“You actually gave him a list?” Daphne exclaimed, mouth hanging open, eyes wide, and it’s just like they’re back in high school.
“Well, I told him what I wanted. I told him what I know I need and he agreed to everything.”
“Oh my god. This is huge!” Daphne still kind of acts like they’re in high school too. Well, she once told him that they were better than any gay soap opera on television. Justin didn’t even know that they were gay soap operas on television other than Gay As Blazes. “The Brian you once knew would probably kick you out for giving him any kind of ultimatum.”
“They weren't ultimatums, Daph. These are just things that I need and it’s about time that he acknowledges that.”
“Do you ever wonder what he wants from you?”
Justin’s mid-bite when she asks and he shrugs his shoulders and mumbles, “Whatdoyamean?’
“Well, you just told me that you gave him a list of what you need. Right?” Justin nods and takes another bite. “And you told him that you need your space so you need to be in your own place …” she trails and hopes that he’s picking up on her point but he seems to be missing it. Daphne rolls her eyes. “1500 on your SATs,” she mutters, shaking her head.
“What’s your point, Daph?”
“My point is that you need to ask him what he wants too. This can’t be a one-sided thing, you know?”
“Daphne! It’s been one-sided from the beginning. It’s always about what he wants. It’s about whether or not he wants me around, it’s about the bet with that fucking Brandon, it’s about needing to know that he’s the best with the biggest cock in the room and ---“
“All right! All right,” she’s almost as loud as he is but she brings her voice down when she sees people in the restaurant start to stare at them. “But, listen, this is a different Brian. This is a Brian who’s willing to work on a relationship with you. Shouldn’t you ask him what he wants too?”
“I know what he wants,” Justin stumbles a little over his words and takes a sip of water from his glass. “Whose side are you on anyway?”
“Yours, stupid. But, whether you want me to be or not, I’m friends with both of you. If I ever want to see a sex tape from you guys one day, I need to keep you together.”
“Ew, Daph,” he throws a fry at her and she quickly swats it away.
“What? You guys are hot.”
“Well, that’s true,” Justin agrees, his head tilting to one side. But, he’s still thinking of what she’s said and taps his fingers on the table. “I’ll ask him,” he ends up saying. “Just … not right now. We just had that talk and I don’t want him to fuck his way through the backroom if he gets pissed or freaks out again.”
“Is he still doing that?” Daphne doesn’t hide her disgust and can still never forget the STD that he brought home to Justin.
“No, I don’t think it’s a regular thing. But, it’s an old habit. He was freaked out,” Justin remembers the look on Brian’s face when he spotted Justin on the couch. They both had been in that position before and Justin remembered their second official breakup.
“Oh, you two. I guess I’ll never understand it. But, I’m still your best friend and I’m really, really happy that you’re finally back home and I am happy that you and Brian are trying to make it work.”
“There’s a lot of ‘ands’ in there.”
“Justin!” she wants to be exasperated with him but she just ends up laughing and he does too. They’re not really good at this sentimental thing.
Justin’s phone begins to buzz in his pocket and he takes it out to look at the screen. It’s an unknown number but he recognizes the area code. “Hello?’ he answers curiously.
“Jus! Hey, it’s Brett. It’s Brett Keller.”
“Oh, hi,” he smiles but he can’t hide his surprise.
“Who is it?” Daphne whispers.
“That guy I was working for in LA,” he whispers back, turning the phone so that Brett can’t hear him. “How are you?” he asks him.
“I’m good. I’m good, you know. I’m making deals and still making movies,” he laughs that fake laugh that Justin had known well when he was working. “How about you? I heard that you’ve had a few shows in New York.”
“Yeah, I did but I moved back to Pittsburgh recently. I can work from here too.”
“Right, of course. You have great friends there and … you’re still with Brian?” he guesses.
“Yeah, we’re still together. Thanks. So, I haven’t really heard from you in a few years,” Justin tries to speed things along, wanting to get back to lunch with Daphne if this isn’t important.
“Right. It’s been busy, busy but listen Justin, times have really started to change. The entire movie market is beginning to change, Comic-Con is the biggest convention in the world for new movies, and there is an audience out there for different and unique stories.”
“What are you trying to say, Brett?”
“I’m saying that the studio is starting to look at Rage from a different perspective. They want to get some things moving again with the idea and I really want you and Michael out here. As the creators of Rage it’s your idea and your vision and Rage would only come across as a possibility with you and Michael at the helm every step of the way.”
Justin’s heard all of this before and he’s been disappointed before. He immediately wants to say no. But, Brett’s also right. Michael’s the co-creator, owns half the comic, and he may still want Rage to be a reality.
“I don’t know if I can go through all of that again, Brett.”
“No, I understand. So, why don’t you talk it over with Michael and I’ll wait and see what you guys decide. But, if you don’t mind, I would like to call him myself the way that I’ve called you.”
“Oh, right. Sure, of course.”
“Okay, so we’ll be in touch?”
“Yeah, we’ll let you know.”
They both say their goodbyes and Justin hangs up, putting his phone back in his pocket.
“So, what did he have to say?” By this time, the waiter has returned to their table twice to pick up their check, and Daphne’s figuring out how much they owe for a tip.
“They’re thinking about making Rage.”
“What? That’s awesome!” she puts down the pen to hear more. “That’s so cool. Are you going to do it?”
“Brett wants me and Michael to go out to LA to help try to get it made.”
“That’s …” realization dawns on Daphne and everything that they’ve been talking about over lunch. “Wait a minute. You and Brian have just started talking, you’re getting your own place, and you just got back here! What are you gonna do?”
Daphne’s right. This is all a case of incredibly bad timing. The last time he went to LA, Brian didn’t think that he’d be back. Just last night, he promised him that he wouldn’t leave. Justin is visualizing all of this as two trains colliding together.
Sighing to himself, Justin tips his head back and murmurs two words, “Oh. Fuck.”
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Date: 2010-07-27 10:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-27 11:42 am (UTC)Congratulations on your new job! I wish you success and happiness always :) They're lucky to have you back.
*Hugs*
Amy
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Date: 2011-02-12 09:58 pm (UTC)And the sex tape comment .... Oh, Daph ROFLMAO!!!
Can't Justin get Michael to do all the running around, why do they both have to go over there??? I can see trouble looming....