Blended

Chapter 13

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Tuesday, morning…

Brian walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. He pressed the start button on the coffee maker and moved over to the sink. He heard a rustling sound and looked down but nothing was there.

Brian grabbed a mug and started to pour himself a cup of the finished brew. "Because, I get to be a biiiiiiiiig sister," Junior said to her bear as she ate cereal out of the box. Brian laughed silently as he put the mug down. He walked around the counter and saw a pair of feet, crossed at the ankles, sitting under the counter.

"Junior," Brian called. "What are you doing?"

Junior stood up and walked around the counter, her teddy bear and an open cereal box, trailing behind her. "Where's daddy?" She asked as Brian picked her up and gave her a kiss.

"Hello to you too," Brian said. "Daddy is at the hospital, remember? We have to go to the store today and then we are going to go and pick daddy up."

"And da babies too?"

"Yes, them too," Brian said as he put her down. He took the cereal box out of her hand and poured her a bowl, adding milk. Junior ate her cereal as Brian drank his coffee.

An hour and a half later and they were both dressed and ready to go. All Brian had to do was dry Junior's hair. Junior pushed the hair out of her eyes as Brian dried the back of her hair. He let the section go and laughed as he looked at how long it was. The dirty blonde locks were almost touching her butt.

"Look dad, it's a turtle," Junior said as she looked through her book.

The buzzer sounded just as Brian was finishing up. "Yeah," Brian said as he got up and pressed the talk button. Junior took the break in his concentration to mean that she was free to move. "Come on up," Brian said without preamble.

"Hey," Michael said as he walked into the loft. Junior didn't even glance his way as she played with the toys she had gotten for her birthday.

"Hey," Brian said as he went back over to Junior and finished her hair. Michael walked over to the sofa and looked down at Brian.

"I left the thing outside the door," Michael said as he glanced at Junior. Brian wrapped the ponytail holder around her hair one last time and got up. They were ready to go.

"Good," Brian said. "Junior, go to the bathroom so we can go." Junior looked over at her dad and then smiled at her Uncle Michael. "Go, hurry up," Brian said playfully. Junior giggled as she ran to the bathroom. "Okay, hurry, bring it in."

Michael rushed out of the loft and came back with a clear, round fishbowl. He sat the bowl on the counter and Brian pushed it back until he was sure that Junior couldn't see it from the floor. "Well?" Michael asked.

"I think it stinks. Just like I thought it would," Brian said as they looked at the goldfish as it swam around bowl.

"It doesn't smell too bad," Michael said as they heard the toilet flush and the water turn on, and then off. Brian was still watching the fish as Junior jumped from the top of the stairs, landing at the bottom with a loud smack. "SHIT!"

Brian stood up straight and watched as his daughter pushed herself up off the floor. Michael looked over at Brian, waiting for his best friend to do something. Junior looked down at her knee and rubbed it. "I flew dad, did you see'd me?" She asked as she looked over at Brian.

"I saw you," Brian said as he walked over to his daughter. He sat her down at the top of the stairs and looked at her knee. A very nice bruise was starting to form on her knee. "I think you'll live," Brian said with a smirk as he kissed her forehead.

"I'll live," Junior repeated happily as she jumped down to the floor below for the second time. "YAY, I didn't even fall dat time," she said as she ran to the door.

"What was that all about?" Michael asked as they left the loft and walked out of the building. Brian looked over at Michael as he slipped his sunglasses on. Junior repeated the action as she held Brian's hand while they crossed the street.

"That, is what happens when certain people let small children watch Spider-man, over and over," Brian said as he helped Junior get into her booster seat. Michael grinned as he opened the passenger side of Brian's SUV.

"Gosh she's tough, and we didn't watch it that many times," Michael defended. Brian scoffed.

"Yeah, sure," Brian said as he got into the driver's side and pulled away from the curb.

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"I thought you already had everything," Michael said as he looked at all the baby items in the basket. Brian let go of Junior's hand and lifted the infant car seat off of the shelf. "That one looks cool," Michael said as he walked over. Brian nodded as he put the display back.

"Yeah… Junior, get off the shelf… yeah I think this is the one," Brian said as he grabbed the edge of the shopping cart and pulled it close, loading two infant car seats into the basket. "Junior, get off the shelf," Brian repeated as he thought of what else they needed.

He had purchased another bed earlier. Ben, Emmett and Ted were back at the loft trying to put it together, along with the extra cradle. "I'm hungry," Junior said as she sat on the shelf with her elbows resting on her knees.

"Okay, baby girl," Brian said as he looked over the list in his mind. He took Junior's hand in his as they left the aisle with the car seats, the one item that they had forgotten all about. Brian pulled out his cell phone and called Justin's hospital room.

"Hey," Justin answered as he slipped his shirt over his head.

"They look so much like you," Jennifer said as she held onto her two grandsons. "But, they look like Brian too," she added with a laugh.

"Hey," Brian said as they weaved through the aisles. "I have the car seats, clothes and extra tee shirts. What else do we need?" Justin sat down on the bed and thought about Brian's question.

"Oh, diapers, wipes and formula. But, get the diapers with the little half moon cut out thing. I like those. And get the wipes for the sensitive skin because Junior was allergic to the normal ones, remember?" Justin said as he packed his stuff back into the bag his mother had brought him.

"Yeah," Brian said as he stood in the diaper aisle, looking for the things that Justin wanted. "Okay, I got the diapers and the…."

"How many boxes did you get?" Justin interrupted as Pilot started to cry. He searched around the bed for the pacifier. He found one and handed it to his mother.

"Two," Brian said as he looked for the formula that he knew the twins were drinking. He got three cases, more bottles and three more packs of pacifiers. He remembered losing them all the time.

"I think you should get another one," Justin said. Brian rolled his eyes and looked over at Michael.

"Can you get another box of these diapers?" Brian asked. Junior walked over to Brian and leaned on his legs. Michael brought back the box of diapers and looked for a place to put them. The basket was overfull. "I think I have everything."

"Anything else we can get later," Justin said as he looked at his mother while he listened to Brian. "HAHAHA, yeah… no… because, my mother's here."

"Don't you guys ever take a break? Not being careful is how you got these three, remember?" she said. Justin rolled his eyes.

"Fuck," Brian said as the young girl behind the counter read the total.

"That bad?" Justin asked as the doctor came in.

"Lets just say that we're very lucky that we have more than a little bit of money," Brian said as he handed the girl his credit card.

"HA, okay, I have to go. The doctor wants to give me my parting papers," Justin said as he hung up the phone.

"Dad, can… I have peanut butter an… an Ba-na-nas?" Junior asked. She emphasized every syllable as she twirled around, holding tightly to the end of Brian's shirt.

"Yeah," Brian said as he lifted the way-too-short-for-her-age girl into his arms and kissed her cheek. "Why don't we go and see Grandma Deb," Brian suggested with a smile. Michael shook his head.

"You sure you want to do that? You may never be able to leave." Brian looked over at Michael and smirked before looking back at his daughter. The store worker was following close behind with all their items.

"We'll take our chances, right?" Brian asked as he pressed the door lock button on his keys. The worker loaded the items while Brian strapped her into her seat.

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"I bet you're ready to get out of here," Dr. Marring said as he handed Justin his discharge papers. Brian had declined the in-hospital photo, saying firmly that he'd get his own photographer to take the picture.

"Oh yeah," Justin said as he folded his copy of the papers up and put it in his bag. He put the prescription in his pocket and got up off the bed. "I mean, you guys have a nice hospital and all, but it's not home."

"I understand," Dr. Marring said. "Two sons at once and a daughter, you have your hands full," he told Justin. Justin laughed at the doctor.

"You know Brian," Justin said with a laugh, "the kids are the least of my problems."

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Junior sat at the table in Debbie's kitchen, happily eating a peanut butter and banana sandwich. "Gramma," Junior said as she dropped her sandwich onto her plate and picked up her glass of milk, "where's papa?"

"He's outside in the backyard," Debbie said as she wiped off her granddaughter's mouth.

"Can I go outside too?" Junior asked as she picked up her sandwich and started eating again.

"I don't know, you have to ask your dad," Debbie said as she took Junior's plate and put it in the sink, before turning to wipe her hands and mouth, again. "There you go, all cleaned up," Debbie said as she planted a huge kiss on the side of Junior's face.

"Thank you gramma," Junior said as she gave Debbie a sloppy kiss of her own and skipped out of the kitchen. She skipped over to where Brian and Michael were putting the car seats together. "Dad, can I go outside wit papa?"

"It's cold outside," Brian said as he adjusted the straps on one of the seats.

"I do like cold," Junior said as she leaned over Debbie's coffee table. Brian looked at his daughter with a raised eyebrow. "Pwease," Junior whined.

"Go and get your hat and your jacket," Brian said. "And don't whine. It's not attractive." Junior ran over and got the articles of clothing.

Brian put her jacket on her and zipped it up, topping it off with the bright red hat Justin had bought. Brian looked at the giant rainbow colored ball on the top of the hat with hatred before letting her go.

"Papa, papa, papa," Brian heard her yell as she bounded out the back door.

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Junior sat in the backseat, silently sniffling as Brian drove toward the hospital. "I don't know why you're crying. I told you that we were not going to stay for long," Brian said as he made another right and pulled into the hospital parking lot.

"But, I do so even want to stay and p'ay wif Doug and Bob," Junior said with tears in her eyes. Carl had two turtles that he kept in a small pond in the backyard. Junior made it a point to try and spend as much time as she could with them.

"Tell you what," Brian said as he found a parking space, "you can see the turtles another day, okay?"

"But," Junior sniffed, "when is da o'her day?" She asked. Brian turned off the car and opened his door, checking his phone as he looked at his daughter.

"When the sun goes away and the moon comes out and then the sun comes back again, remember?" Junior nodded her head and wiped her tears on her arm. "Okay?"

" 'Kay," Junior said as her sniffles died down. They got out of the car and Michael grabbed Junior's hand, closing the car door behind him.

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"Who's ready to leave?" Brian asked as he walked into Justin's room, almost tripping on the bags at the door. "Shit, sunshine, you are in a hurry," Brian said as he leaned over and placed a much needed kiss on Justin's lips.

"Mmm," Justin moaned as they both remembered that they were not alone. Jennifer handed one of the babies to Michael.

"They look so different already," Michael said. Justin laughed as Junior ran over and gave him a kiss.

"Are you being a good girl for dad?" Justin asked. Junior nodded her head and sniffed. "What's wrong?"

"I want to go to gramma's house," Junior told her daddy. Brian rolled his eyes as he leaned against the counter.

"Yeah, well, we just came from there," Brian said. "She wanted to stay at Deb's and play with those fucking turtles that Carl has." Justin laughed as he batted at the colorful ball on her hat.

"We can go back over to Gramma Deb's house another time, okay?" Justin reasoned. "Right now we get to take the babies home, okay?"

"Okay," Junior said as she looked up at Justin.

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"No, the red ball thing has to be in the green part," Justin said as Brian adjusted the seats. Jennifer and Michael stood there watching, and laughing.

"It is," Brian said. Justin got up out of the wheelchair, carefully, and moved Brian out of the way.

"There… now it is," Justin said as he adjusted the seat and moved out of the way. Brian strapped the babies in and Justin climbed into the front seat.

Brian made sure Junior was strapped in tightly before closing the back door. Michael and Jennifer rode together. She dropped Michael back at the loft so he could get a ride with Ben.

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"Oh baby, they are so cute," Emmett said for what had to have been the twelfth time since they'd gotten home.

"Thanks," Justin said as he yawned.

"We better go, some of us have to go to work in the morning," Ben said as they all said their goodbyes. Brian set the alarm and walked over and sat next to Justin. Junior had been in the bed for about an hour and the packages that Brian had brought were scattered around the living room.

"Are you going to work tomorrow?" Justin asked sleepily as he rested his head on Brian's shoulder. Brian sighed as he looked down at the sleeping baby in his arms.

"Yeah, I have a meeting in the morning, but after that I'll probably come back," Brian said as he opened his eyes and stood up. Justin followed Brian up the stairs, as Brian turned off lights. They reached their bedroom and Justin saw the two cradles along the wall.

"You got the cradles I wanted," Justin said as he kissed Brian. Brian walked over and laid Pilot down, covering him with a blanket. Justin did the same with Race and they both moved to get ready for bed.

Justin had seen the nursery that Brian and the guys had finished putting together. It was perfect.

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"Don't think," Justin said into the darkness as they lay next to each other, "that just because the cradles are over here it means that I am going to be the only one getting up." Brian moved his head to look over at Justin.

"You had them," Brian said, repeating what Justin had told him one night years ago. Justin scoffed.

"Yeah, and I have the scar to prove it."

"You're young, it'll fade to nothing and I am sure it won't hurt your appeal with the male population," Brian said. Justin lay next to Brian, his head on Brian's pillow and his face turned into Brian's shoulder.

"You're like… three years older than I am," Justin said with a laugh. Brian thought about that in his head and frowned.

"Yeah," Brian said as he gave it some thought. "That's true." Justin carefully moved closer to Brian, his lips grazing Brian's shoulder.

"Although I am sure that my age will assure that I won't have to spend as much time in the gym as you had to," Justin said with a laugh. "Ouch," he said as he moved his hand over his stomach and continued to laugh.

"Fuck you."

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Brian woke up and glanced at the clock, three thirteen in the morning. "You know," Brian said as he walked over to the cradle where Pilot lay screaming, "I know that your daddy is not sleeping. I know that he simply refuses to move." Brian picked up his son and held him in the crook of his arm.

"I am not pretending," Justin said, clearing his throat. "I had no intention of getting up."

"See… and they all say that I'm the asshole," Brian said as he left their bedroom, stopping to check on Junior on his way. She was laying face down on her bed with all her covers kicked onto the floor. Brian smiled as he walked into her room and picked her covers back up.

Pilot let out another small cry and Brian hurried down to the kitchen. "Okay, keep your pants on," Brian said as he took a bottle out of the fridge and popped it in the microwave. Pilot screamed and screamed as Brian waited for the bottle to heat up. The microwave finally pinged just as Race's cries started to fill the house.

Brian smiled, knowing that now Justin had no choice but to get up.

"See Pilot, we are going to be nice and warm up a bottle for your brother," Brian said as he popped another bottle into the microwave and waited for it to heat up. Pilot was not very receptive to the delay in his meal.

"Thanks," Justin said as Brian handed him the bottle. Brian just smiled as he crawled back into the bed and gave Pilot his bottle while Justin gave Race his.

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Junior stood at the door with tears pouring down her face.

Brian walked over and bent down in front of her. "Don't cry baby girl, I'll be back in just a little while," Brian said as he pulled her into a hug. Justin stood in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee. "You'll be here with daddy." Junior looked over at her daddy and then at her dad.

She started to cry harder.

"I wanna go wif you," she pushed out in between the tears. She wiped at her eyes with the back of her hands, mucus starting to run down her nose. Brian shot a pleading look in Justin's direction as he took the tissue from the blond to wipe her nose.

"I have to go to work," Brian said, but Junior was hearing none of it. She stood at the front door dressed in a long white tee shirt, sweat pants and bunny slippers, the ears flopping off to the side.

"But I… I… don't even want you ta go," she half cried, half screamed. Brian picked her up and carried her over to the computer area.

"Don't you want to take care of Bear," Brian said as he pointed at her goldfish as it swam around in its bowl. Junior shook her head firmly from side to side and clung tighter to Brian's shirt.

"Brian, just go," Justin said softly as he finished his coffee and pulled two four ounce bottles out of the refrigerator.

"Okay," Brian said as he patted her back and looked at his watch. He sighed and walked over to Justin, kissing him, their tongues battling each other. Brian pulled back and walked toward the door.

"Brian, you can't take her to work with you," Justin said. Brian smiled and kissed him one last time after putting her hat, jacket and scarf on.

"I'm the boss, I can do whatever I want," Brian said with a cocky smile as he left out the door.

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Finally, the time came for Justin to go back to work. It had been three and a half months since he'd had the babies and he was looking forward to getting out of the house, but at the same time he didn't want to leave the kids. "Maybe I should stay," Justin said as he paused in the middle of gathering his things.

"Daddy, are you goin' to da paint store?" Junior asked as she went over her colors and shapes on her Leapfrog.

"Its cool dude, I told you we can handle it," Hunter said as Trey, Ricky and Charlie sat playing with the twins and Junior. "You're only going to be gone for a few hours anyway."

"No baby," Justin said as he patted the top of her head, "daddy has to go to work." Junior's bottom lip started to tremble as she watched Justin pack the rest of his stuff.

"Yeah, relax man, we're not going anywhere," Charlie said as he finished the picture that he and Junior had been coloring. He was a graphic artist in addition to his skating and he loved to color with Junior.

"But… I don't want you to go," Junior said as a single tear rolled down her cheek. Justin looked down at his daughter and picked her up.

"I'll be back really soon, and you know what?" Justin said as he looked her in the eye. "I'll bring you back a surprise."

"Really?" Junior breathed, a smile starting to spread over her face. Justin nodded and gave her a big kiss.

"Especially since Hunter is hoping his girlfriend comes over," Trey said with a smirk. Hunter had been talking non-stop about Molly since they'd gotten back from their tour with Tony Hawk. The skating legend had asked them if they minded extending their stay and all the boys had happily agreed.

Justin rolled his eyes and let out a groan.

"Please, spare me," Justin said as he grabbed all his stuff and pulled his jacket on. He kissed the kids goodbye and walked to the loft door. He paused before it was closed and looked back at them. "Call me if anything happens, okay?" Justin asked.

"Later daddy," Junior said as she gave him one last hug.

"Later baby," Justin said.

"Yeah dude, okay, now go," Hunter said as he pushed Justin out of the door and closed it. Justin left for work, trying desperately to concentrate.

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"Shit man, you suck at this, Junior plays better than you," Ricky said as he took the lollipop out of his mouth. He held it in between his index and middle finger as he maneuvered his controller.

"Fuck you," Charlie said as he tried desperately to rack up extra life points. His thumbs moved quickly over the controls and just as he reached a crucial part Junior walked in front of him, plopping herself down in his lap. "Shit… J, we just lost the man," Charlie said.

Ricky laughed as hard as he could at his boyfriend. "You can just tell everyone that it wasn't your fault that you got burned." Charlie smirked as Ricky continued to laugh and laugh. Junior picked up the controller and started to press the buttons.

Charlie covered her tiny hands with his. Tattoos covered his arms and some of his fingers as he helped her control the player on the screen.

Trey was asleep in the middle of the floor, the new tattoo on the back of his leg standing out brilliantly against his other tattoos. Hunter finished changing Race and put him back in the playpen and looked over at Ricky. "Pizza, we need to get pizza," Hunter suddenly said.

"YAY," Junior yelled as she looked over at Hunter.

"I think she approves," Charlie said, never taking his eyes off the television. Hunter walked over to the kitchen and opened the drawer with all the menus.

"Come on munchkin, you can help me order," Hunter said to Junior. Junior ran over and Hunter picked her up, sitting her on the counter. "What do you assholes want?" Hunter asked.

Junior busied herself with turning the water on and off. "Pepperoni," Ricky and Trey said at the same time.

"Shit man, we thought your ass was asleep," Charlie said as Trey got up off the floor and went to the bathroom, tripping over Junior's toys.

"I want sausage," Charlie said.

"What about you munchkin?" Hunter asked as he tapped her on the nose. Junior giggled and swatted at Hunter's hand.

"Cheeeeeeeeeeese," she said happily, her legs kicking up against the cabinet. Hunter nodded and started to dial the number.

"Ya'll better get your fuckin' money out, I'm not payin' for all this shit myself," Hunter said as the phone was answered. He ordered all the pizzas and hung up, standing Junior on the floor and holding his hand out, palm side up. Junior smacked his hand with hers as hard as she could. "Now, we wait."

"Now, we wait," Junior repeated clearly. Hunter turned to look at her as she sat right next to him.

"Getting pretty good," he said. Trey came out of the bathroom and raised his eyebrow; the ring that was pierced through the flesh caught the light and reflected back at them for a second before he moved.

"Where's the fuckin' pizza?" Trey asked as he flopped next to Junior and Hunter after looked down at the babies.

"We just ordered, go back to sleep dumbass," Hunter said with a laugh. "Oh, yeah… ante up assholes. Show me the dough." Hunter collected the money and sat back down, waiting for the pizza man.

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"Justin," Lindsay said as she walked into Justin's office, "guess who called this morning." Justin sat his portfolio down and took off his jacket.

"Who?" Lindsay walked over to his desk and smiled happily.

"Vanessa… Hallorson," Lindsay said, spacing the name out. Justin sat down and turned his computer on.

"Cool," he said. Lindsay sat down across from him and moved the chair a little closer.

"Justin," Lindsay said, "she called for you." Justin stopped what he was doing and looked up at Lindsay. "Yeah," Lindsay said as she saw the look on his face. "She wants to put on a show of your work. I mean Justin, this is big time, she could introduce you to a lot of people," Lindsay said happily.

"Are you serious?" Justin asked. Lindsay nodded her head as a huge smile spread across Justin's face.

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"DA PIZZA… DA PIZZA!" Junior screamed as she ran to the door. Hunter met her there and pulled the door back.

"It's about fucking time I've…." Hunter trailed off as he looked into Molly's face. He let his eyes trail up and down her body, taking in her curves and her long reddish-blonde hair. "Hey," Hunter said.

"Aunt Molly," Junior screamed as she rushed forward and wrapped herself around Molly's legs. Molly bent down and kissed and hugged her niece.

"I hope you don't mind," Molly said as she stepped into the loft, "but I thought you might like a little company." The pizza man walked up before they had a chance to close the door. Hunter paid and took the boxes over to the counter.

Molly shut the door and followed him over to the kitchen.

"Why would I mind?" Hunter asked with a raised eyebrow as he looked at Molly and licked his lips. The guys put the game on pause and they woke Trey up as they headed into the kitchen, driven by the smell of pizza. "Molly, these are the guys, guys this is Molly."

"Hey guys," Molly said with a wave as they all grabbed slices out of their respective boxes.

"Hey Molly," they all said in unison, all of their attention on the task at hand.

"Talkative bunch," Molly said with a laugh.

"Yeah, you have to catch 'em when it's not feeding time," Hunter replied as the guys flopped back into their respective places on the floor and resumed their game playing. Junior sat on the floor next to them, happily eating her pizza.

"I'm sure," Molly said as she tucked her hair behind her ear.

"You wanna hang for awhile?"

"Yeah, sure," Molly said as she unzipped her jacket and tossed it across the counter and onto one of the stools. Hunter offered her a slice of pizza and she promptly grabbed a slice of pineapple, mushroom and olive. Hunter nodded and sighed.

"Sweet, a girl after my own heart," Hunter said. Molly laughed and shrugged. "I'm gonna marry you."

"I'll hold ya to it," Molly said, her eyes flashing as she took a bite of her pizza.

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"Brian," Cynthia said as she walked into his office, "Jake Madsen is outside. He says he wants to see you." Brian rolled his eyes and sucked his lip into his mouth.

"Yeah, and I can only imagine what he wants," Brian said as he looked at the ceiling and closed his eyes. "Send him in," Brian said as he looked back at Cynthia.

"Okay," she said as she left the office.

Jake Madsen walked into Brian's office and got right down to business. "You fucking asshole," Jake shouted.

"Nice to see you too, Jake," Brian said as he looked at the other man. Jake's tie was hanging loosely around his neck and he looked as if he was on the verge of tears… or had been crying already.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You deliberately stole the Converse campaign out from under me," Jake said as he paced the area in front of Brian's office.

"I told you," Brian said as he looked away from the distraught man and back at the copies he was going over before being interrupted, "all's fair in money… and business." Jake stared at Brian, trying to wonder when they had stopped being friends, best friends.

"What happened to friendship?" Jake asked suddenly, his voice quiet and small as he sat down and looked over at Brian. Brian looked over at his former best friend and rolled his lips into his mouth.

"I'd say that flew out the window when you fucked Lindsay over and blamed me for it," Brian said as if he was talking about the weather. Jake stared into the hazel eyes that burned into him. "I did get a very macho looking black eye out of the deal though, so."

Jake and Lindsay had been a hot item before she decided that she preferred pussy and long before he decided that he'd rather get fucked than do the fucking. When she came to Jake and announced that she was pregnant he had quickly denied the baby, blamed everything on Brian and demanded she get rid of it. The problem was handled, but not before a legendary fist fight between Brian and Jake.

"I made a mistake, I'm sorry," Jake said softly.

"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to," Brian said as he stared at Jake. "Did you want something else?" Jake swallowed, completely forgetting the reason why he had come. He knew that Brian and he were on speaking terms but they were far from buddies.

"Congratulations on the account," Jake said as he stood, his back straight, reserving the last bit of pride he had. Brian said nothing as he waited for the man to leave his office. As the glass door closed behind his desk he buzzed Cynthia.

"Yeah, Brian?" Cynthia asked as she walked into the office.

"Tell the art department that I want the preliminary design on the Converse account before the end of the week, and tell Ted to get figures for the top magazines."

"Right on it," Cynthia said as she walked out of the office. Brian sat the copies back on the desk and took a deep breath. He had a business to run.

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