Boi Zone

Reality, Splat! & Big Boobs Chapter 34

Title: Boi Zone

By : AshleyMistMalichi

Rating: F A O/Adults Only

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 34~

  After slowly rolling off of her obviously unsatisfied body, he felt a tear slip down his face.

It could have been because she was pregnant, but he really doubted it.

Turning back, he reached for her.

"Daph...I, um."

He bit his lip when she rolled away from him saying softly,

"Justin, look, um, it's okay, um, I don't feel so good. Ya know, with the baby kicking and all, I guess the ceremony wore me out some too. Maybe I ate too much, ya know?"

Lowering her lashes, she added quietly,

"And you KNOW you're not the quietest sleeper too, 

so would you mind too much if I asked you to go to the couch so I can get some rest?"

He had just nodded as a keen sense of regret and sadness spread from his stomach to his heart.

Grabbing up his pillow and a spare sheet, he had walked into the living room and angrily fixed himself a bed.

As he lay there, he found himself tossing and turning.

With a frustrated growl, he got up and stomped off to the kitchen.

Looking inside the freezer the life like replica statuette of himself and Daphne on top of their Wedding Cake, 

made him want to hurl it out of his bedroom window,