TITLE: yet to be determined
WRITER: Jinny
GENRE: angst (but yes, we do the sborona)
RATING: NC-17
WARNING: yaoi
NOTE: Story and original characters
Damian Winters opened his eyes, his enormous deep blue eyes, gray morning on another. There were at least five days in a row it rained continuously, and it spoiled the mood. Not that the people around him could minimally aware of it, he was always smiling and perfect as it paid for. But we really feel sad. And only. Alan had been in Los Angeles, ending the last vacation as a student, and he, instead, was stuck in Boston for the seventh show. They were only a few episodes. Was to play the son of a lawyer, in a series set in Boston on lawyers ... had no idea how you called, but he could be Boston or Ally Mac Beal legal, for what he was concerned ... snorted and stretched. His cell phone rang. Answer immediately
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Hello>> came the loud and cheerful voice of Christopher, his best friend. Or should have said his only friend, indeed ...
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Day Chris ... you went to Al? You okay?>> Churches. Christopher snorted
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I called myself, if only you could answer my greeting, before you ask your brother. Which incidentally is looking at me very badly, because they are now back from a party ... yes, I know, here are the six ... is making me rash, wait, I'll pass ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Do not leave me alone with this imbalance, Dam>> Alan hissed, furious. Damian smiled, then stood before the mirror, frowning. Yes, ok, look in the mirror and making faces while his brother spoke, having the impression of him before, was ... well, loony ... but it was not his fault they were born with the same face ...
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;But you listening?>> suddenly asked Alan. At times he seemed to have a girlfriend, rather than a twin
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes, I'm listening to ... look, why not come spend the weekend here in Boston? We grew up here ... I will have to make the latest shooting, but ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Do not even think about it. I do not want more set foot there.>> Alan said. His tone was somber. Damian sighed
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sorry, you're right ...>> murmured
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;you do not know how to resist ...>> said Alan
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Well ... I'm across town, it is not difficult ... Allison calls me on the other line ... look, say hello to Chris and tell him that they will find a man to his mother, that is increasingly hysterical and really need it.>> having said that, Damian took the other call.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;May I ask who you were with the phone?>> Asked for a woman's voice. A very angry voice
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;By Alan.>> Damian said, trying not to laugh \u0026lt;\u0026lt;And with Chris.>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Chris ... Chris .. Chris who?>> The woman asked, taken aback
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Your son>> Damian said. Okay, the night before Allison must have drunk a lot ... but come to forget to have a child ...
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ah. That Chris. I imagine he called at six in the morning just because you just returned from a party, right? Party to which you will be presented just because it's my son ...>>
Damian sat comfortably. The tirade against Allison "unnatural than what my son would go on for at least half an hour.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Well, twenty minutes to take steps that we need to be on set at eleven.>> "The woman said suddenly, leaving Damian speechless.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ah! Ok. I do find ready.>> he said. He hung up and slipped in the shower. He washed quickly, put the first things that jumped out of the suitcase, then combed his hair. Smooth. Long. Biondi. All daughters colleagues envied them. But for Alan ... without him it was impossible to keep them in a decent ... contented himself with a brushed fast, then picked them up in a tail low. Sometimes we would think on the set. When he emerged from the bathroom, Allison was sitting on the sofa in the hotel room waiting
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I'll be a heart attack>> protested him. The woman raised an eyebrow, perfectly maintained
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;E 'proved that the Winters are cut off from depression long before the heart can begin to drop, so do not say nonsense.>> , the woman said. Damian huffed slightly
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I think it's still a bit 'soon for jokes.>> Said, and left the room. The woman followed him, the ubiquitous purple suit, which was shining auburn hair, worn loose on her shoulders, shoes with high heels, never less than nine inches, black, black bag, the bag with various documents and laptop. Damian was able to travel without taking anything with them, we would have thought for sure Allison. Because she was Allison Sullivan, the perfect professional. Puffing the expected self
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You are slow.>> Said
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I'm not slow. Are your legs that stretched>> she protested. Damian grimaced
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No grimaces. We pay because you smile.>> She said, cold, climbing on the car. Damian went up in turn sedendolesi next. He was the person who knew best of all, and that bear less. It was a beautiful woman, no doubt, but his only real value was to be the mother of Christopher. Damian sighed and prepared to brief trip that would take him on set. As he had expected, as it came, hair stylists and makeup artists around him. The make-up a bit 'and praised him a bit' reviled him for his perfect skin, a hairstylist and rebuked him for mistreating her hair as
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You should use more conditioner. They are beautiful, but if you continue to treat them well, it will be ruined and worn out ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;E 'in his rebellious stage.>> Allison muttered. Damian smiled amiably, then made her tongue out as soon as he turned.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; Annoying.>> Mumbled
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Licenziala, no? Six Damian Winters, you can dismiss anyone ...>> she said, continuing to comb
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;'s my guardian. I have to stand up to twenty-one. >> Damian said. She paused, then began to comb
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sorry, I read about what happened to your family, but I tend to forget what I read ...>>
Damian turned and smiled at her
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Quiet.>> said in a warm tone. The girl blushed, and Damian turned, realizing they have just been rebuilt. He had again done the thing of love at first sight, as Alan said. He had only a smile to make the girls fall in love, but for him ... the girls were a bit '... not even a weight, was not ... was not able to figure out what it was. In each case the "thing the lightning strike "was starting to become a problem ...
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;It 's true that you retire for a year?>> the girl asked. Damian looked at his hands. It had to do something for the cuticles, damn ...
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not a whole year ... I just want to graduate ...>> said, smiling, then turned to focus on the cuticle
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;We miss you ...>> said the girl
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;... I do not think there will be four films, commercials and in his free time, the usual interviews, photos and everything else. You miss the most in a year when they have finished the material ...>> said, smiling. She said something else, that Damian did not listen, then let it go. He was ready. He went to the other actors. She laughed and joked with them, he tried a couple of jokes that he played with his father, was available and smiling for all and all, as was expected of him. When the evening arrived at the hotel, went to bed just taking off your shoes. At that time he was always so tired ... maybe it was time ...
"I do not know how to resist us ..." said the voice of Alan in his head. Yeah, maybe it was just for that ... it was almost escaped from Boston three months before, and now here it is again ... they took the phone and dialed Alan
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;What's ;?>> asked Alan , curtly
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Promise not to make fun of?>> Damian asked. Alan promised
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I miss you.>> Damian said. Alan remained silent for a moment, then inhale
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Do you promise not to tease?>> Churches in turn. Damian also promised
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I have always a picture with me, so I do not seem so far away ...>> Alan muttered. Damian felt that his brother was about to cry and bit his lips tight
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Al, hold on. Still three days, then I come back to you. And you'll save by Chris ...>>
He heard Alan throw out the air from the nose with a blow dry. The closest thing to a laugh that his brother had done for the past three months. Damian hung up without another word and went to sleep.
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