Boi Zone

I pods, Closets,Tears & Lies Ch. 32

Title: Boi Zone

By : AshleyMistMalichi

Rating: F A O/Adults Only

Song Lyric's of Leavin'  On A Jet Plane, Written By John Denver

Y T Video and Vocals By: Peter Paul and Mary 

Category: Fanfiction

Characters: Justin Taylor, Daphne Chanders, Brian Kinney, Debbie Novotny, Michael Novotny, Emmett Honeycutt, Ted Schmidt, Lindsay Peterson, Melanie Marcus, Gus, Vic Grassi, Cynthia, The Taylors, The Chanders, Chris Hobbes; OMC's OFC's and OC's.

Genre: AU, Drama, General/Misc. Romance, Angst, licorice FanFiccy (twisty & bittersweet)

Warnings: AU, OOC, and Het. A What IF? Canon/Fanon FanFic

Summary: Question, What if? Answer, Boi Zone. Because, 'love isn't always easy, and corrections can soon become mistakes.'

*A/N: Please remember, this is an AU. But, it's also a Brian and a Justin love story. It will have a happy ending, this I promise you, but? As far as a happy middle, well, just stay tuned.

And, last BUT not least, there will be some Het references inside this fic, BUT it is NOT who you might think. ;)

Disclaimer: All Characters and situations from Queer as Folk are the properties of Russell T. Davies, Ron Cowen and Daniel Lipman, (Cowlip) Showtime, and others. No Copyright infringement has been intended by this author or this website. This story has been invented for Entertainment purposes only and has been rated by the author AshleyMistMalichi, and not by any independent body.

Story courtesy of: serindipity *my fragile fairy muse*

~CHAPTER 32~

Remembering well,

Ben Chanders, 'Dad's'  (as he had insisted Justin now call him) baffling 'man to man' chat all about women and pregnant ones to boot, 

putting it all down to hormones and her' just being a girl,' Justin shrugs his shoulders and then again closes his eyes.

But, when he hears her muttering loudly to herself, his eyes open and he now finds himself rummaging through his back pack for his graduation gift from his mom.

Pointedly ignoring her, he slips the ear plugs into his ears, then pushes a button on the slim apparatus.

But the Ipod almost falls from his frozen slender fingers as he hears a pretty soulful song that feels like it looked into his mind and read his thoughts.

The words touched him to his core as more than one voice harmonized singing,

>>>>>>>>>>>>>
All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go

I'm standing here outside your door

I hate to wake you up to say goodbye

But the dawn is breakin' its early morn

The taxi's waiting, he's blowing his horn