Out of Town

Out of Town

Note: This is vaguely AU. I know that I screwed up the time line…it’s OK. No big whoop. It’s just a story. 

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To: Blondetwink@hot mail

From: BKPit @pitmail

Tuesday. 2:27 PM

 

J

 

I told you that I had to come to Chicago or that I would lose my job.

The same job which is paying for your schooling, the loft, the food we eat and everything else.

This is a larger priority than snowboarding.

What about this don’t you understand?

 

B

 

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To: BKPit@ pitmail

From: Blondetwink@ hot mail

Tuesday 3:12 PM

 

I know that.

I understand that.

 

J

 

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To Blondetwink@ hot mail

From: BKPit @ pit mail

Tuesday 5:06 PM

 

So what is your fucking problem?

 

B

 

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To: BKPit @ Pitmail

From: Blondetwink@ hot mail

Tuesday 9:57 PM

 

B

 

Why did you ask me to go away when you knew that you wouldn’t be able to go? 

I’m getting fucking tired of you jerking me around.

 

J

 

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To Blondetwink@ hot mail

From: BKPit @ pit mail

Wednesday 12:07 AM

 

 

J

 

First of all, I didn’t know about the Chicago trip when I asked you to go away with me and second, I don’t jerk you around. 

Stop acting like a twat and calm down. I should be home in a day or two.

 

B

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To: BKPit @ Pitmail

From: Blondetwink@ hot mail

Wednesday 1:32 AM

 

B

 

I’m not being a twat, you prick. 

And you’ve turned jerking into an Olympic sport. 

Since I’ve been here, I’ve been wondering just why the fuck we’re together at all. You don’t give a rat’s ass whether I’m around or not. 

If you wanted to be with me, why didn’t you just ask me to go to Chicago with you? I don’t care where we are as long as we’re together.

 

J

 

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To Blondetwink@ hot mail

From: BKPit @ pit mail

Wednesday 8:13 AM

 

J

 

I didn’t ask you to come with me because I’m here to work. 

And if I didn’t want to spend time with you, you wouldn’t be living in the fucking loft.

 

B

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To: BKPit @ Pitmail

From: Blondetwink@ hot mail

Wednesday 10:38 AM

 

 

B

 

YOU”RE fucking loft.

 

J

 

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To Blondetwink@ hot mail

From: BKPit @ pit mail

Wednesday 2:19 PM

 

 

J

 

What the fuck is bothering you?

I’m in Chicago to save my fucking job.

Do you have any concept what the monthly bills are currently running?

Unless your tips are going to cover expenses…deal with it.

 

B

 

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To: BKPit @ Pitmail

From: Blondetwink@ hot mail

Wednesday 4:52 PM

 

Brian,

 

Since you’ve been in Chicago, I’ve been thinking a lot about why we’re together and I think that we need to talk when you get back. 

I know that you had to go for your work. I know you pay the bills and I make dick. OK. I know that. I got it. I understand. Fucking drop it. 

Things have been getting weird lately with us and you know it as well as I do. 

Maybe it would be better if I went to either Deb’s or my Mom’s for a while.

I’m not threatening you or trying to blackmail you into saying that you can’t live without me or any of that shit. 

I just think that we have to decide if what we’re doing is what we both want. 

When I come home I want to talk about a new project or a paper I have coming up and I know that you did that shit ten years ago. 

Shit. I sound like a teenage angst queen. I’m sorry, but I think that you’re getting tired of me. I’ve thought this for a while. When you come home from another business trip or another client dinner, I know you want to tell me about it and I really just don’t get it any more than I got what my father was doing. 

Shit, I don’t mean that you’re my father. I mean that we’re that far apart in what we do everyday. 

I know that you’ll tell me that if I want to go, the door is open, but I want to talk to you about what you want.

 

OK?

 

J

 

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To Blondetwink@ hot mail

From: BKPit @ pit mail

Wednesday 6:03 PM

 

Justin,

 

Look, I know that you’ve been unhappy lately. Maybe you’re right, maybe we are too far apart to have it work. 

I also know what you want me to say to you and you know damn well that I won’t say it.

Words mean shit.

If you’re can’t figure out what I think of you and what you are to me, then I’ve fucked up so royally that you should leave.

 

B

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To: BKPit @ Pitmail

From: Blondetwink@ hot mail

Wednesday 6:16 PM

 

Is that what you want?

 

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To Blondetwink@ hot mail

From: BKPit @ pit mail

Wednesday 10:29 PM

 

No

 

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To: BKPit @ Pitmail

From: Blondetwink@ hot mail

Wednesday 11:13 PM

 

B

 

When will you be home?

I miss you.

 

J

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To Blondetwink@ hot mail

From: BKPit @ pit mail

Thursday 12:38 AM

 

J

 

I should be home tomorrow around the time you finish your last class.

I closed the deal here late this afternoon. I had dinner with the president of Brown Athletics and he signed the contracts over dessert.

Yes, we’ll talk.

 

What did you do tonight?

 

B

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To: BKPit @ Pitmail

From: Blondetwink@ hot mail

Thursday 1:14 AM

 

Bri,

 

I’m happy that it worked out for you. I really am.

I went to a violin concert with Linds and Mel tonight at the school.

Good musician…Ethan Gold.

I’ll see you tomorrow.

 

J

 

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