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DON'T DREAM IT'S OVER

AFTER THE RAGE PARTY, BRIAN COMES BACK TO THE LOFT...

"Brian? Is that you?"

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I live here."

"I thought you left with your violin player?"

"Well obviously, I didn't."

"What made you change your mind?"

"Are you going to stand there all night? Or are you coming to bed with me?"

"Answer the damn question."

"What do you want me to say?"

"I want you to be honest. I'm sick of all your fucking lies."

"I'm sorry...but you don't have to be so...cold."

"I think I'm entitled...considering the game you've been playing recently."

"OK. Fine. I couldn't give up on you."

"What?"

"You asked me why I came back...Stop looking at me like that."

"Like how?"

"As if you don't believe me."

"Well I don't."

"Brian."

"I'm being honest."

"Fine!"

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like? I'm getting dressed. Give me a few minutes and I'll be outta here."

"Stop being a drama queen and calm the fuck down, would you?"

"I can't help it. I said I was sorry."

"Ok."

"Ok what?"

"What do you want me to say, Justin?"

"Are you mad at me?"

"I made my feelings clear to you already."

"I know...but...I thought..."

"Thought what?"

"Nothing."

"Say what's on your mind...Go around, you're on my side."

"Sorry. I just thought...You really would have let me go...wouldn't you?"

"Yes."

"I see."

"Justin... Are you fucking crying again?"

*sob* "No. I'm fine."

"Liar. Come here."

"I'll be ok, Brian."

"Shut up."

"Ok."

"Feeling better now?"

"I guess."

"I did what was best for you."

"What?"

"You're too young to settle down."

"And you're too old to fuck around."

"And that's why I let you go."

"That's my reason for sticking around."

"You're so full of shit."

"Stop laughing!...Brian...I'm not going anywhere."

"Don't."

"Don't what?"

"Make promises you can't keep."

"I'm not......stop...hmmmm....Brian, stop!"

"You don't want me kissing you?"

"Not right now...this is a serious discussion."

"Is it?"

"I want us to work, Brian."

"I can't give you what you want, Justin."

"We'll see."

"Hey."

"Hey...how long have you been up?"

"A while."

"You looked lost in thought."

"I was just thinking, Justin."

"About what?"

"Him."

"Ethan?"

"Yea."

"What about him?"

"Do you love him?"

"No."

"But you would have...eventually."

"Maybe."

"Yeah."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Look at me, Brian."

"Hmm?"

"I want to be with you."

"Even though I won't give you what you want and he will?"

"Yes.........Brian? Where are you going?"

"To work. I've got to go over a few things with Vance this morning."

"But it's Saturday."

"Partners don't get weekends off."

"How long will you be?"

"I don't know."

"Do you want me to make us something nice tonight?"

"Don't worry. I'll get something on my way home later."

"It's no trouble.....please, Brian."

"Ok."

"I'll see you later then."

"Later."

LATER THAT NIGHT AT THE LOFT...

"Did you like the lamb? I think I over-cooked it a little."

"It was good."

"The potatoes didn't have enough butter."

"I didn't notice."

"Is something wrong?"

"No."

"It's just that you haven't said much to me all night."

"I don't have anything to say."

"I see..."

"Stop looking at me like that."

"Like how?"

"As if you're expecting me to say something. I told you already, don't expect anything from me."

"I...alright."

"Where are you going? Sit down."

"I'm going to wash the dishes."

"Sit down, Justin."

"Fine. I'm sitting. Now what?"

"Nothing's going to change...you understand that right?"

"What?"

"I'm not going to change anything for you."

"I know, Brian."

"I'm just telling you again."

"Well, I heard you the first time...and second and third..."

"No need for the attitude."

"Sorry."

"I don't understand you."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Brian."

"NOTHING."

EVEN LATER THAT NIGHT...THE BOYS ARE IN BED...

"I'm glad you didn't leave, Justin."

"Me too."

"I just hope you know what you're doing."

"Me too."

"And the rules remain the same."

"No locks on our doors."

"Free to come and go as we please."

"But on our hearts."

"What?"

"No locks on ours doors...but on our hearts."