Smile Like You Mean It 12/?
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oh_ameliaTitle: Smile Like You Mean It
Author: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Beta: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Chapter: 12/?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mpreg, crack!fic, cross-dressing, squick, Passions inspired. So not everything has to make sense. And since COWLIP can make things up I don't see why I can't. Has a teensy bit of self-pleasure from Mikey. But only a smidge. Don’t run away. Come back!
Summary: There's someone new on the streets of Liberty Avenue. This is an AU of my AU fic The Perfidious Lover. You don't need to have read it to get this though. Just know that Nathan is MINE! :) *sees Rena coming and runs for my life!*
Disclaimer: QUEER AS FOLK is property of COWLIP and SHOWTIME. I own nothing.
Author’s Note: I don’t know what made me write a fic about everything I normally try to avoid, but I just couldn’t help it. No offense is meant to the people who LIKE to write serious mpreg fics. This is all in good fun. Want to know about Uncles? No offense is meant if anyone reading this actually goes and likes it there. It was just one of the first bars I found that Brian might not like. And here is a link for the Woody’s in Philadelphia.
Status: WIP
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“Michael?!” Brian exclaimed. “What the fuck are you doing here…in the fucking storage closet?”
“Brian! Thank God it’s you!” Michael exclaimed. “I thought the police were coming!”
“Michael! What are you doing here?” Justin repeated Brian’s question.
“Can’t a guy come and visit his best friend without being interrogated?” Michael asked incredulously. He pulled on the hem on his shirt and ran his fingers through his hair, before picking up his bag and walking past Brian and Justin. “Are you two coming?”
Brian and Justin looked at each other and shook their heads before following their friend into the living room. They sat down on the sofa and looked at Michel expectantly.
“So, I guess you guys are wondering what I’m doing here,” Michael said as he sat down on one of the Barcelona chairs.
“Really? Whatever gave you that idea?” Brian asked. “And what the fuck are you wearing?”
Michael looked down at his baggy t-shirt, gray sweat pants, and worn out sneakers. “It was a very spur of the moment decision to come.”
“So spur of the moment that you couldn’t go home and change?” Brian asked as he covered his nose and mouth with his hand. “Maybe even take a shower?”
“Yeah, well— I—” Michael stammered. “I just really missed you guys! All of you! And I was working out at the gym and I was overcome with this need to see everyone. So, I drove straight to the airport and caught the next available flight here.”
“Well, it’s great to see you, Michael,” Justin said with a smile. “I know everyone will be excited to see you, too.”
“No!” Michael exclaimed. “I mean, no,” he said more calmly. “I’m only gonna be here for a few hours anyway.”
“All the more reason,” Justin countered. “You know your mom is dying to see you.”
“I know.” Michael nodded. “Which is why only seeing me for a couple hours would be too heartbreaking. She’d only want more, and I wouldn’t be able to give it to her.”
“Yeah, well, if you want, you can take a shower and freshen up a bit,” Brian said, standing up. “I’m sure Justin has something you can borrow.”
“Definitely.” Justin nodded. “Just pick something out of the closet.”
“Thanks.” Michael stood up and picked up his bag. “I’ll be quick. I’m anxious to find out what’s been happening while I’ve been gone.”
“Well, that’s one of the strangest things I’ve ever experienced,” Justin said, following Brian into the kitchen.
“Very strange,” Brian agreed.
“You know, I’m gonna feel so guilty for not calling Debbie,” Justin said. “And she’ll be furious to know that we knew Michael was in town and we didn’t say anything to her.”
“Which is why we aren’t going to tell her,” Brian said. “Mikey’s a big boy; he can make his own decisions.”
“I guess.” Justin sighed as he looked in the direction of their bedroom.
~oo00oo~
Michael looked through the enormous closet and took a pair of Brian’s work out pants and one of his black t-shirts. He would have preferred something from Justin since they were practically the same height, but the stupid little twink’s clothes were all a few sizes too small now.
“I’ll get my body back,” Michael muttered as he stripped. “And it’ll be even better than before.”
He turned on the water full blast and let the steam fill the shower stall. The water felt so good beating against his back. It was much better than the tepid water he had to deal with at his apartment. He let his hand glide down his chest and wrapped it around his erect penis. He squirted some of Brian’s expensive shampoo in his hand and closed his eyes as he imagined a far more entertaining situation.
Twenty minutes later, he was feeling great and relished the feeling of Brian’s clothes against his body. He sniffed the collar of the shirt he was wearing, wishing it had Brian’s scent on it.
He was halfway out the door when he remembered his reason for coming to the loft in the first place—the bugs he had placed.
“Shit!” Michael scrambled around the room and collected all the bugs, stashing them in his bag, before he went back to join Brian and Justin in the living room.
“Feeling better?” Justin asked from the kitchen as Michael entered the room.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Michael growled when he saw Nathan in the living room.
“Mikey! Long time no see!” Nathan exclaimed. He made his way over to Michael and picked him up in a hug. “Wow,” he said softly as he put the shorter man down. “You’re heavier than you look.”
“Or maybe you’re just as weak as you look?” Michael suggested.
“No, I don’t think so,” Nathan answered, shaking his head.
“What is he doing here?” Michael asked Brian. “I told you I didn’t want anyone to know I was here.”
“Don’t blame Brian, Mikey,” Nathan said, standing next to Michael, putting his arm around his shoulders. His arm was immediately pushed off as Michael moved to stand closer to Brian. “It’s my fault. I wasn’t supposed to be here for at least another ten minutes for our Pilates lesson.”
“Pilates?” All three men asked in unison as they looked questioningly at Nathan.
“Ah, it was supposed to be a secret,” Nathan groaned dramatically. “I’m sorry, Brian. I know you wanted to keep it on the hush-hush.”
“Pilates? Really, Brian?” Justin asked.
“I’m not doing fucking Pilates!” Brian exclaimed.
“It was all for you Justin,” Nathan continued as if Brian hadn’t even spoken. “You know that Brian’s getting up there in age. His flexibility isn’t what it used to be.”
“He’s plenty flexible, actually,” Justin commented.
“You’re welcome,” Nathan said with a smile.
“Fuck off.” Brian slapped Nathan on the back of his head and put his arm around Michael, leading him to the sofa. “So, Mikey, now that you’re smelling better, tell me how you’ve been doing.”
“Great! Wonderful! Time of my life!” Michael exclaimed. “I couldn’t be happier!”
“How’s the gay scene down there? Any good bars?” Nathan asked from the kitchen as he leaned against the counter with a bottle of water in his hand.
“I think Brian wants to know how I’ve been doing, not about the gay nightlife,” Michael said stiffly.
“How long have you been gone, Mikey?” Nathan asked. “Do you even remember your friend Brian?”
“Of course I do.” Michael gritted his teeth. “But we haven’t seen each other in over four months. I think I rank higher than a gay bar.”
“And whose fault is that?” Nathan asked shaking his head.
“Why you—”
“Children,” Brian said sternly. “Do I need to give you two to a time out?”
“Sorry, Brian,” Nathan apologized mockingly. “I’ll give you two Pilates lessons next week to make up for it.”
“Will you stop with the fucking Pilates!?” Brian exclaimed.
“Short temperedness…another sign of getting old,” Nathan said. “But, I should get going anyway. I’ll let you guys catch up.”
“I’ll go with you,” Justin said. “See ya later, Brian.”
“Later.”
“And it was good seeing you again, Michael,” Justin said before closing the door behind him and Nathan. “So what was that all about?”
“What was what about?” Nathan asked innocently as he pushed the button for the elevator. “All I did was ask how Michael was enjoying his new life.”
“Don’t give me that look. You know something.”
“I think I might fire Amanda,” Nathan said. “Or cut back her time to once a week.”
“Really?” Justin asked. “You don’t think she’ll find it strange that you fire her right after you commend her for how hard she works?”
“I said she worked hard…I didn’t say at what,” Nathan answered.
“Oh really,” Justin with a smirk.
“Not like that,” Nathan said, playfully pushing Justin into the elevator. “Don’t make me throw up in my mouth.”
“Well, do whatever you want.” Justin shrugged. “She’s been acting a little weird lately. I wouldn’t mind having her around less.”
“Yeah, I only hired her in the first place ‘cause I felt sorry for her,” Nathan said with a sigh. “You know me, helping the helpless and all.”
“You’re such a teddy bear,” Justin said as he pinched Nathan’s cheek.
The elevator doors opened and the pair made their way outside.
“I know. And you can reward me by buying me a Non-fat Soy Green Tea Chai Latte from Starbucks.”
“That’s disgusting,” Justin gagged. “How can you drink that? Better yet, why are they allowed to make it for you? It has to be against some kind of health code violation.”
“It’s fucking fantastic. You should try it,” Nathan suggested. “All part of my new get healthy plan.”
“Yeah, well, you get healthy,” Justin said, shaking his head. “I’ll stick to my Double shot Caramel Macchiato.”
~oo00oo~
A couple hours later, Justin and Nathan returned to the loft. Nathan was working on his second drink, a Venti this time, and Justin had a Red Bull.
“And you call my drink disgusting.” Nathan shook his head. “Why don’t you just drink some cough syrup? Tastes the same.”
“Because, I want to stay awake, not fall asleep.” Justin smirked.
“They have the non-drowsy kind too, you know,” Nathan commented as he opened the door.
When they entered the living room, they saw Brian and Mikey sitting on the couch.
“Hey, guys,” Justin greeted them. “Having fun reminiscing?”
“Yeah, and Mikey is telling me all about wonderful fabulous Philadelphia,” Brian said as he pulled Justin down on the sofa.
“Any good gay bars?” Nathan asked, sitting down on one of the Barcelona chairs.
“What’s with your interest in everything gay?” Michael asked. “Is there something you’re not telling us?”
“No, not at all.” Nathan shook his head. “I’d have no problem admitting my homosexuality. In fact, I’ve been told numerous times that I’m a straight man in a gay man’s body. Just look at me.”
“No, thank you,” Michael muttered. He really wished that Nathan and Justin would have stayed gone longer. He wanted time alone with Brian.
“You know, I have a friend who lives in Philadelphia,” Nathan said. “He loves to go out to the bars and clubs. He’s kinda like the Brian Kinney of Philly.”
“Yeah so?” Michael crossed his arms.
“Well, he loves to go to this place called Uncles,” Nathan continued. “And I just want to know that when I go and visit him next time, if it’ll be as great as he says it is.”
“Uncles?” Michael asked. Shit, he thought to himself. Why the fuck didn’t he study up on Philadelphia? Well, if his friend is like Brian, then the spot must be hot. “Yeah, it’s great. I love it there. In fact, I was planning on taking Brian and the gang there when you guys came to visit.”
“Really?” Nathan asked. “You really think that Brian would enjoy it there?”
“Of course! It’s the perfect place for him!” Michael said with a smile on his face.
“See, Brian,” Nathan sighed and shook his head. “Even your best friend thinks you’re getting up there in age.”
“What?!” Michael shrieked. He looked at Brian, who was looking at him questioningly.
Justin tried his hardest not to burst out laughing, covering his mouth with his hand.
“Michael, have you actually been to Uncles?” Brian asked. “Honestly?”
“Why?” Michael asked slowly.
“It’s practically a fucking dive bar for fucking middle aged men,” Brian answered.
“I—uh, I must have just gotten it confused,” Michael said through gritted teeth.
“You’re probably thinking about Woody’s, aren’t you?” Nathan asked.
Michael took a deep breath before answering Nathan. No way was he gonna let Nathan fool him again. “No, I wasn’t thinking about Woody’s. Although, I do really miss it sometimes.”
“Michael, do you ever leave your apartment?” Brian asked.
“Look, its just jetlag!” Michael exclaimed. “You know I’m not comfortable when it comes to flying.”
“Ah man, ugh,” Nathan groaned.
“What?” Michael started coughing and choking.
“I’m sorry, Michael. Justin tells me I need to work on my sensitivity.”
“It’s an on going continuous process with no end in sight,” Justin said sadly.
“So, Michael, how much longer did you say you were staying?” Brian asked.
“I have to get back tonight, actually. Ben is out of town, but I want the apartment to be clean when he gets back,” Michael answered.
“Oh, that reminds me,” Nathan said, snapping his fingers. “I need to talk to Amanda.”
“Who is Amanda?” Michael asked.
“She’s our cleaning lady,” Justin answered. “If you want to call what she does that.”
“Is she not any good?” Michael asked, trying not to get defensive.
“It’s not that she’s not any good, it’s just…no, she’s just not that good.” Brian shook his head.
“Nathan said he might try and find us someone else,” Justin said to Brian.
“Fine by me.” Brian shrugged his shoulders.
“You know, I think I might give her a call right now,” Nathan said as he took his cell phone out of his pocket.
“Um, I think all that water I had is going through me. I’m just gonna run to the bathroom real quick.” Michael stood up quickly and practically ran down the hall.
He closed the door behind him and breathed heavily as he leaned against the wall. Shit! Now how was he gonna get everything out? Damn that fucking punk ass little bitch!
Michael tapped his foot on the floor as he waited for Nathan to call. Why wasn’t his phone ringing? His phone?! He patted his pockets and cursed himself. Damn it! He must have left his phone in the purse…that was in his duffel bag…that was in the living room where Brian, Justin and Nathan were currently sitting.
Chapter 11 | Chapter 13
Author: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Beta: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Chapter: 12/?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mpreg, crack!fic, cross-dressing, squick, Passions inspired. So not everything has to make sense. And since COWLIP can make things up I don't see why I can't. Has a teensy bit of self-pleasure from Mikey. But only a smidge. Don’t run away. Come back!
Summary: There's someone new on the streets of Liberty Avenue. This is an AU of my AU fic The Perfidious Lover. You don't need to have read it to get this though. Just know that Nathan is MINE! :) *sees Rena coming and runs for my life!*
Disclaimer: QUEER AS FOLK is property of COWLIP and SHOWTIME. I own nothing.
Author’s Note: I don’t know what made me write a fic about everything I normally try to avoid, but I just couldn’t help it. No offense is meant to the people who LIKE to write serious mpreg fics. This is all in good fun. Want to know about Uncles? No offense is meant if anyone reading this actually goes and likes it there. It was just one of the first bars I found that Brian might not like. And here is a link for the Woody’s in Philadelphia.
Status: WIP
PREVIOUS CHAPTERS: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11
“Michael?!” Brian exclaimed. “What the fuck are you doing here…in the fucking storage closet?”
“Brian! Thank God it’s you!” Michael exclaimed. “I thought the police were coming!”
“Michael! What are you doing here?” Justin repeated Brian’s question.
“Can’t a guy come and visit his best friend without being interrogated?” Michael asked incredulously. He pulled on the hem on his shirt and ran his fingers through his hair, before picking up his bag and walking past Brian and Justin. “Are you two coming?”
Brian and Justin looked at each other and shook their heads before following their friend into the living room. They sat down on the sofa and looked at Michel expectantly.
“So, I guess you guys are wondering what I’m doing here,” Michael said as he sat down on one of the Barcelona chairs.
“Really? Whatever gave you that idea?” Brian asked. “And what the fuck are you wearing?”
Michael looked down at his baggy t-shirt, gray sweat pants, and worn out sneakers. “It was a very spur of the moment decision to come.”
“So spur of the moment that you couldn’t go home and change?” Brian asked as he covered his nose and mouth with his hand. “Maybe even take a shower?”
“Yeah, well— I—” Michael stammered. “I just really missed you guys! All of you! And I was working out at the gym and I was overcome with this need to see everyone. So, I drove straight to the airport and caught the next available flight here.”
“Well, it’s great to see you, Michael,” Justin said with a smile. “I know everyone will be excited to see you, too.”
“No!” Michael exclaimed. “I mean, no,” he said more calmly. “I’m only gonna be here for a few hours anyway.”
“All the more reason,” Justin countered. “You know your mom is dying to see you.”
“I know.” Michael nodded. “Which is why only seeing me for a couple hours would be too heartbreaking. She’d only want more, and I wouldn’t be able to give it to her.”
“Yeah, well, if you want, you can take a shower and freshen up a bit,” Brian said, standing up. “I’m sure Justin has something you can borrow.”
“Definitely.” Justin nodded. “Just pick something out of the closet.”
“Thanks.” Michael stood up and picked up his bag. “I’ll be quick. I’m anxious to find out what’s been happening while I’ve been gone.”
“Well, that’s one of the strangest things I’ve ever experienced,” Justin said, following Brian into the kitchen.
“Very strange,” Brian agreed.
“You know, I’m gonna feel so guilty for not calling Debbie,” Justin said. “And she’ll be furious to know that we knew Michael was in town and we didn’t say anything to her.”
“Which is why we aren’t going to tell her,” Brian said. “Mikey’s a big boy; he can make his own decisions.”
“I guess.” Justin sighed as he looked in the direction of their bedroom.
Michael looked through the enormous closet and took a pair of Brian’s work out pants and one of his black t-shirts. He would have preferred something from Justin since they were practically the same height, but the stupid little twink’s clothes were all a few sizes too small now.
“I’ll get my body back,” Michael muttered as he stripped. “And it’ll be even better than before.”
He turned on the water full blast and let the steam fill the shower stall. The water felt so good beating against his back. It was much better than the tepid water he had to deal with at his apartment. He let his hand glide down his chest and wrapped it around his erect penis. He squirted some of Brian’s expensive shampoo in his hand and closed his eyes as he imagined a far more entertaining situation.
Twenty minutes later, he was feeling great and relished the feeling of Brian’s clothes against his body. He sniffed the collar of the shirt he was wearing, wishing it had Brian’s scent on it.
He was halfway out the door when he remembered his reason for coming to the loft in the first place—the bugs he had placed.
“Shit!” Michael scrambled around the room and collected all the bugs, stashing them in his bag, before he went back to join Brian and Justin in the living room.
“Feeling better?” Justin asked from the kitchen as Michael entered the room.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Michael growled when he saw Nathan in the living room.
“Mikey! Long time no see!” Nathan exclaimed. He made his way over to Michael and picked him up in a hug. “Wow,” he said softly as he put the shorter man down. “You’re heavier than you look.”
“Or maybe you’re just as weak as you look?” Michael suggested.
“No, I don’t think so,” Nathan answered, shaking his head.
“What is he doing here?” Michael asked Brian. “I told you I didn’t want anyone to know I was here.”
“Don’t blame Brian, Mikey,” Nathan said, standing next to Michael, putting his arm around his shoulders. His arm was immediately pushed off as Michael moved to stand closer to Brian. “It’s my fault. I wasn’t supposed to be here for at least another ten minutes for our Pilates lesson.”
“Pilates?” All three men asked in unison as they looked questioningly at Nathan.
“Ah, it was supposed to be a secret,” Nathan groaned dramatically. “I’m sorry, Brian. I know you wanted to keep it on the hush-hush.”
“Pilates? Really, Brian?” Justin asked.
“I’m not doing fucking Pilates!” Brian exclaimed.
“It was all for you Justin,” Nathan continued as if Brian hadn’t even spoken. “You know that Brian’s getting up there in age. His flexibility isn’t what it used to be.”
“He’s plenty flexible, actually,” Justin commented.
“You’re welcome,” Nathan said with a smile.
“Fuck off.” Brian slapped Nathan on the back of his head and put his arm around Michael, leading him to the sofa. “So, Mikey, now that you’re smelling better, tell me how you’ve been doing.”
“Great! Wonderful! Time of my life!” Michael exclaimed. “I couldn’t be happier!”
“How’s the gay scene down there? Any good bars?” Nathan asked from the kitchen as he leaned against the counter with a bottle of water in his hand.
“I think Brian wants to know how I’ve been doing, not about the gay nightlife,” Michael said stiffly.
“How long have you been gone, Mikey?” Nathan asked. “Do you even remember your friend Brian?”
“Of course I do.” Michael gritted his teeth. “But we haven’t seen each other in over four months. I think I rank higher than a gay bar.”
“And whose fault is that?” Nathan asked shaking his head.
“Why you—”
“Children,” Brian said sternly. “Do I need to give you two to a time out?”
“Sorry, Brian,” Nathan apologized mockingly. “I’ll give you two Pilates lessons next week to make up for it.”
“Will you stop with the fucking Pilates!?” Brian exclaimed.
“Short temperedness…another sign of getting old,” Nathan said. “But, I should get going anyway. I’ll let you guys catch up.”
“I’ll go with you,” Justin said. “See ya later, Brian.”
“Later.”
“And it was good seeing you again, Michael,” Justin said before closing the door behind him and Nathan. “So what was that all about?”
“What was what about?” Nathan asked innocently as he pushed the button for the elevator. “All I did was ask how Michael was enjoying his new life.”
“Don’t give me that look. You know something.”
“I think I might fire Amanda,” Nathan said. “Or cut back her time to once a week.”
“Really?” Justin asked. “You don’t think she’ll find it strange that you fire her right after you commend her for how hard she works?”
“I said she worked hard…I didn’t say at what,” Nathan answered.
“Oh really,” Justin with a smirk.
“Not like that,” Nathan said, playfully pushing Justin into the elevator. “Don’t make me throw up in my mouth.”
“Well, do whatever you want.” Justin shrugged. “She’s been acting a little weird lately. I wouldn’t mind having her around less.”
“Yeah, I only hired her in the first place ‘cause I felt sorry for her,” Nathan said with a sigh. “You know me, helping the helpless and all.”
“You’re such a teddy bear,” Justin said as he pinched Nathan’s cheek.
The elevator doors opened and the pair made their way outside.
“I know. And you can reward me by buying me a Non-fat Soy Green Tea Chai Latte from Starbucks.”
“That’s disgusting,” Justin gagged. “How can you drink that? Better yet, why are they allowed to make it for you? It has to be against some kind of health code violation.”
“It’s fucking fantastic. You should try it,” Nathan suggested. “All part of my new get healthy plan.”
“Yeah, well, you get healthy,” Justin said, shaking his head. “I’ll stick to my Double shot Caramel Macchiato.”
A couple hours later, Justin and Nathan returned to the loft. Nathan was working on his second drink, a Venti this time, and Justin had a Red Bull.
“And you call my drink disgusting.” Nathan shook his head. “Why don’t you just drink some cough syrup? Tastes the same.”
“Because, I want to stay awake, not fall asleep.” Justin smirked.
“They have the non-drowsy kind too, you know,” Nathan commented as he opened the door.
When they entered the living room, they saw Brian and Mikey sitting on the couch.
“Hey, guys,” Justin greeted them. “Having fun reminiscing?”
“Yeah, and Mikey is telling me all about wonderful fabulous Philadelphia,” Brian said as he pulled Justin down on the sofa.
“Any good gay bars?” Nathan asked, sitting down on one of the Barcelona chairs.
“What’s with your interest in everything gay?” Michael asked. “Is there something you’re not telling us?”
“No, not at all.” Nathan shook his head. “I’d have no problem admitting my homosexuality. In fact, I’ve been told numerous times that I’m a straight man in a gay man’s body. Just look at me.”
“No, thank you,” Michael muttered. He really wished that Nathan and Justin would have stayed gone longer. He wanted time alone with Brian.
“You know, I have a friend who lives in Philadelphia,” Nathan said. “He loves to go out to the bars and clubs. He’s kinda like the Brian Kinney of Philly.”
“Yeah so?” Michael crossed his arms.
“Well, he loves to go to this place called Uncles,” Nathan continued. “And I just want to know that when I go and visit him next time, if it’ll be as great as he says it is.”
“Uncles?” Michael asked. Shit, he thought to himself. Why the fuck didn’t he study up on Philadelphia? Well, if his friend is like Brian, then the spot must be hot. “Yeah, it’s great. I love it there. In fact, I was planning on taking Brian and the gang there when you guys came to visit.”
“Really?” Nathan asked. “You really think that Brian would enjoy it there?”
“Of course! It’s the perfect place for him!” Michael said with a smile on his face.
“See, Brian,” Nathan sighed and shook his head. “Even your best friend thinks you’re getting up there in age.”
“What?!” Michael shrieked. He looked at Brian, who was looking at him questioningly.
Justin tried his hardest not to burst out laughing, covering his mouth with his hand.
“Michael, have you actually been to Uncles?” Brian asked. “Honestly?”
“Why?” Michael asked slowly.
“It’s practically a fucking dive bar for fucking middle aged men,” Brian answered.
“I—uh, I must have just gotten it confused,” Michael said through gritted teeth.
“You’re probably thinking about Woody’s, aren’t you?” Nathan asked.
Michael took a deep breath before answering Nathan. No way was he gonna let Nathan fool him again. “No, I wasn’t thinking about Woody’s. Although, I do really miss it sometimes.”
“Michael, do you ever leave your apartment?” Brian asked.
“Look, its just jetlag!” Michael exclaimed. “You know I’m not comfortable when it comes to flying.”
“Ah man, ugh,” Nathan groaned.
“What?” Michael started coughing and choking.
“I’m sorry, Michael. Justin tells me I need to work on my sensitivity.”
“It’s an on going continuous process with no end in sight,” Justin said sadly.
“So, Michael, how much longer did you say you were staying?” Brian asked.
“I have to get back tonight, actually. Ben is out of town, but I want the apartment to be clean when he gets back,” Michael answered.
“Oh, that reminds me,” Nathan said, snapping his fingers. “I need to talk to Amanda.”
“Who is Amanda?” Michael asked.
“She’s our cleaning lady,” Justin answered. “If you want to call what she does that.”
“Is she not any good?” Michael asked, trying not to get defensive.
“It’s not that she’s not any good, it’s just…no, she’s just not that good.” Brian shook his head.
“Nathan said he might try and find us someone else,” Justin said to Brian.
“Fine by me.” Brian shrugged his shoulders.
“You know, I think I might give her a call right now,” Nathan said as he took his cell phone out of his pocket.
“Um, I think all that water I had is going through me. I’m just gonna run to the bathroom real quick.” Michael stood up quickly and practically ran down the hall.
He closed the door behind him and breathed heavily as he leaned against the wall. Shit! Now how was he gonna get everything out? Damn that fucking punk ass little bitch!
Michael tapped his foot on the floor as he waited for Nathan to call. Why wasn’t his phone ringing? His phone?! He patted his pockets and cursed himself. Damn it! He must have left his phone in the purse…that was in his duffel bag…that was in the living room where Brian, Justin and Nathan were currently sitting.
