Alien--Part Two
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Alien Part Two
by Josselin Kohl
The next weekend brought them all back to Babylon again, despite Emmett’s hung-over oaths the past Sunday about giving up dance clubs. Brian’s in the backroom since Justin’s still pissed with him, and Justin had been dancing but is now sitting up on a stool at the bar, sketching on a napkin. Emmett joins Justin, capturing the stool next to him.
“Hey, honey,” Emmett greets Justin. “You tired of dancing already? The night is still young!”
Justin looks up with a grin. “Hey Em. I’m just distracted, I guess.”
“By what?” Emmett sneaks a look at the napkin, where Justin has sketched the now-familiar shape of the alien ship and the beam of light below it. “Oh,” Emmett says, something darker coloring his tone.
Justin looks up again, gives Emmett a tight smile, and pulls his napkin back to add a few more lines to it. Emmett sighs a little. “Look, baby,” he says, tipping Justin’s chin up to force Justin to look at him. “I’m sorry I don’t remember anything,” Emmett offers. “I wish I could.”
Justin laughs weakly. “Well, I know how that feels.”
* * *
On Monday, Brian brings a trick back to the loft with him at lunch, only to find Justin sitting on the couch with a huge stack of books next to him on the coffee table. He jerks, startled, when Brian opens the loft door, and when he sees the other guy Brian has with him, he quickly begins to pack his entire stack of books in his backpack.
Brian abandons his trick in the doorway to come investigate what Justin’s doing.
“Sorry,” Justin says, wrinkling his nose. “I didn’t realize you’d be here. I just needed a quiet place to read—but I’ll just head back to the library.”
“What are you reading?” Brian asks, grabbing the last book from the coffee table before Justin can snatch it and pack it away. Brian raises an eyebrow at the title. “True Stories of Extra-Terrestrial Encounters?”
Justin closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and waits. “Why the fuck are you reading this?” Brian demands.
“Why do you think?” Justin counters.
“Hey, man,” the trick interrupts from the doorway. “Are we doing something here, or no?”
“Get out,” Brian shouts back at the trick, without taking his eyes off Justin and his books.
Justin clears his throat. “I still think it’s time for me to go.”
Brian shakes his head. “You wanna talk, let’s talk. Why are you reading this shit?”
“I don’t need to explain myself to you,” Justin says acidly. “Give me my fucking book back. I’m leaving.”
“You do if you come read in my apartment while I’m not here,” Brian says. “Tell me why you’re reading this or I won’t give it back to you.”
“Christ, Brian,” Justin says exasperatedly. “Fine, keep the damn book. You’re acting like a two-year-old. I’m outta here.” And he zips up his backpack and slams the loft door on his way out, leaving Brian standing alone in the middle of his living room holding a book about aliens.
“Fuck.”
TO BE CONTINUED
Alien Part Two
by Josselin Kohl
The next weekend brought them all back to Babylon again, despite Emmett’s hung-over oaths the past Sunday about giving up dance clubs. Brian’s in the backroom since Justin’s still pissed with him, and Justin had been dancing but is now sitting up on a stool at the bar, sketching on a napkin. Emmett joins Justin, capturing the stool next to him.
“Hey, honey,” Emmett greets Justin. “You tired of dancing already? The night is still young!”
Justin looks up with a grin. “Hey Em. I’m just distracted, I guess.”
“By what?” Emmett sneaks a look at the napkin, where Justin has sketched the now-familiar shape of the alien ship and the beam of light below it. “Oh,” Emmett says, something darker coloring his tone.
Justin looks up again, gives Emmett a tight smile, and pulls his napkin back to add a few more lines to it. Emmett sighs a little. “Look, baby,” he says, tipping Justin’s chin up to force Justin to look at him. “I’m sorry I don’t remember anything,” Emmett offers. “I wish I could.”
Justin laughs weakly. “Well, I know how that feels.”
* * *
On Monday, Brian brings a trick back to the loft with him at lunch, only to find Justin sitting on the couch with a huge stack of books next to him on the coffee table. He jerks, startled, when Brian opens the loft door, and when he sees the other guy Brian has with him, he quickly begins to pack his entire stack of books in his backpack.
Brian abandons his trick in the doorway to come investigate what Justin’s doing.
“Sorry,” Justin says, wrinkling his nose. “I didn’t realize you’d be here. I just needed a quiet place to read—but I’ll just head back to the library.”
“What are you reading?” Brian asks, grabbing the last book from the coffee table before Justin can snatch it and pack it away. Brian raises an eyebrow at the title. “True Stories of Extra-Terrestrial Encounters?”
Justin closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and waits. “Why the fuck are you reading this?” Brian demands.
“Why do you think?” Justin counters.
“Hey, man,” the trick interrupts from the doorway. “Are we doing something here, or no?”
“Get out,” Brian shouts back at the trick, without taking his eyes off Justin and his books.
Justin clears his throat. “I still think it’s time for me to go.”
Brian shakes his head. “You wanna talk, let’s talk. Why are you reading this shit?”
“I don’t need to explain myself to you,” Justin says acidly. “Give me my fucking book back. I’m leaving.”
“You do if you come read in my apartment while I’m not here,” Brian says. “Tell me why you’re reading this or I won’t give it back to you.”
“Christ, Brian,” Justin says exasperatedly. “Fine, keep the damn book. You’re acting like a two-year-old. I’m outta here.” And he zips up his backpack and slams the loft door on his way out, leaving Brian standing alone in the middle of his living room holding a book about aliens.
“Fuck.”
TO BE CONTINUED
