Sex, Lies, and Violin Music

~ Chapter 2 ~

Despite the truckload of stuff he had brought over to Brian's there were still some things that Justin needed from his apartment. Plus, there was also his best friend who lived there too. She deserved an explanation for all the flowers, candy, and heart shaped cards that kept filling up the trash. And she must be curious about why he was barely spending time in their shared apartment. So two weeks after he had come to the loft lugging his 'body bag', he decided to stop by his apartment and pick up the rest of his art supplies and the couple pairs of underwear he left behind. He made sure he'd come at a time when he knew Daphne would be home.

"Whoa. Look who decided to show his face amongst the commoners. Welcome to my humble abode, your highness." Daphne curtsied when Justin walked through the door, obviously thrilled to be in the company of such greatness. Yeah. Right. Justin rolled his eyes. He understood her anger but he didn't feel like dealing with it at that moment.

"Daph, I know I haven't been around much lately," started Justin.

"Well if that isn't the understatement of the year. I was this close to posting ads for a new roommate," Daphne held up her thumb and pointer finger to show Justin just how close indeed she had come to finding someone to replace him.

"I know. I'm sorry. I should have talked to you sooner. It's just that-" Again Justin was interrupted by his wavy-haired friend.

"It's just that Brian is a much better lay than I am. I understand, Justin, I really do. I just wish you would have told me you're moving back in with Brian. It's common courtesy to let one's roommate know when one will be moving out so that one can find another roommate to replace one's former roommate."

Justin stared at her blankly for a minute. This from the girl who was so proud of her 700 verbal SAT score? Shaking his head, Justin replied, "I am not moving back in with Brian."

"Oh really? Your stuff might disagree with you. It seems to think the loft is once again its home, seeing as it doesn't hang around here anymore." OK. Daphne really needed to give Justin the chance to finish his explanation. He really did have a valid reason for being AWOL.

"Daphne, I really do have a valid reason for being AWOL. If you'll just let me finish my explanation, I think you'll understand fully." His mouth was still open, preparing to utter his next sentence only the voice he heard was not his.

"Fine. But this better be good. You haven't even called or emailed or-" Justin was getting a little fed up so excuse him if his next sentence seemed a little curt.

"Look, Daph, be quiet and let me finish for God's sake!" His best-friend-since-high-school was more than a little rebuffed. But she wisely kept her mouth shut. Besides, she honestly did want to hear his explanation for his absence and the mysterious little love tokens he had been receiving. She knew it was not Brian Kinney who was bestowing Justin with such gifts. She suspected these *gifts* were coming from the same man who showed up at their door nightly, even when Justin wasn't around.

"I'm sure you've noticed the, uh, trinkets I've been receiving lately. And you may also have noticed the showing up announced of a certain fiddle playing, ex-boyfriend of mine. Well, it's getting kind of out of hand. He's been waiting for me outside of my classrooms, he's been sending me all these cards and flowers. He's constantly calling me and he sent me so many emails, my computer started delivering them to my spam folder. I don't really know what to do so I decided spending more time at the loft would at least make me feel less creeped out. Nothing like sucking your boyfriend's nine-inch cock to take your mind off of things."

Daphne cringed. Too much information, but fuck her if she wouldn't continue with the analogy. "Have you informed said nine-inch cock of the reason for your increased sucking? Maybe it could help you decide the best way to get rid of Ethan."

"No, I haven't told Brian yet. I'm just not sure how to broach the subject. How does one tell one's boyfriend that one's ex-boyfriend is stalking one?" Daphne looked at him like he was speaking a different language. Was this the same boy who had gotten a 1500 on his SAT's? Nevermind that. She had to focus on the issue at hand.

"Justin, I really think you should tell him before he finds out on his own. Remember what happened last time you didn't tell him about Ethan? Do you want to be thrown off a cliff again?" Daphne reasoned. Falling off a cliff seldom leaves a person in good spirits, now does it? There was reason Daphne was so good at logic puzzles.

"This time it's different. This time I don't WANT him around. I am going to tell Brian. I just have to find the right time. I find the best time to tell Brian something he won't want to hear is when I'm riding-"

"-his nine-inch cock" Daphne helpfully finished her friend's sentence. "Look, Justin, I don't care when or how you tell Brian, just fucking tell him! Or tell him fucking. It doesn't matter. Just make sure that these unwanted tokens of Ethan's undying love and affection stop coming. The flowers are making me sneeze and the chocolate is making me fat! Oh, and if you happen to see the violinist, tell him How do I love thee? Let me count the ways is not the kind of poetry that wins back a person's heart." Daphne couldn't help but giggle at the ridiculousness of Ethan's 'poetry'. She correctly assumed his poetic genius was overshadowed by his musical genius.

"Fuck! Daph. You read the letters? Those are personal! I don't go through your stuff!"

Giving Justin a look that might suggest otherwise, Daphne pointed out, "Right they mean so much to you that you decided the perfect place to keep them would be the garbage can." Justin admitted she did have a point. Still, she shouldn't be reading or going through his stuff. Speaking of stuff, he decided it was time to collect his belongings and get back to the loft so he could tell his current boyfriend, albeit a non-conventional non-defined boyfriend, that his ex-boyfriend is stalking him. Justin speculated that there is no easy way to slip that information into a conversation. Grabbing what remained of his stuff he said goodbye to Daphne, promised to call her later, kissed her on the cheek, and left the apartment.

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