Boi Zone

Proff's Proof & First Impressions Ch. 38

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 38~

"THAT'S THE WAY THE COOKIE CRUMBLES!"

Upon hearing the annoying shirt half way down the corridor and then seeing them both, together, so cosy, so cute, Daphne had all but stomped her little foot in frustration.

She had been dressed in a soft lavender off the shoulders top with a matching loose wrap around skirt and strappy gold sandals.

The skirt gave her a bit more breathing room than the skintight chartreuse dress had, 

which was good considering her current circumstances.

Luckily for her, Justin nor his family had no idea of her little deception, 

and she just HAD to get her husband back into her bed, 

or her little secret would be out, and that would NOT be good.

But how?

After the 'disaster' AKA, *their sad attempt at making love* since that first time that had produced their son, 

her husband had moved himself to the little room upstairs.

She knew it had been her fault too, because she had taken it VERY personally when her new husband had called out a name as he had splashed a healthy amount of cum on her tits and it had not been HER name, nor her gender that had been expressed with SUCH passion!

Just the thought of the ghost of that fag icon Brian Kinney, and what he and Justin had done to, and with, and had meant to each other, haunting them for life,