You Bring Me Joy

(Like a Best Friend Should)

 

by Zaen

Chapter Seven

11. Belated birthday

From: Chavez, J.

To: Timberlake, J.

Security: Private

Time: 10:02 AM

1. My second toe is longer than my big toe, which is either a sign of genius or schizophrenia.  I can never remember which.

2. I have this, um, thing about socks and underwear.  It’s not a big deal, even if Joey calls it a fetish! :-}  If you really want to know, call me tonight!

3. So…how was your date?

 

 

From: Timberlake, J.

To: Chavez, J.

Security: Private

Time: 10:14 AM

1. In your case I’m sure it’s the former.

2. Now I’m afraid to call!  You’re a kinky little f***er, aren’t you? :-)

3. It was ok.  Britney’s an old, well, girlfriend, kinda.  She wanted to take me out for a belated birthday lunch.  So, who am I to say no?  She’s hot!

p.s. don’t forget to tell me about this fetish of yours

 

 

From: Chavez, J.

To: Timberlake, J.

Security: Private

Time: 10:16 AM

Joey calls it a fetish, not me!  It’s just a thing!

When was your birthday?

 

 

From: Timberlake, J.

To: Chavez, J.

Security: Private

Time: 10:16 AM

Almost six weeks ago, January 31st.

 

 

From: Chavez, J.

To: Timberlake, J.

Security: Private

Time: 10:17 AM

Why didn’t you say something, man?  Happy birthday for six weeks ago!

 

 

From: Timberlake, J.

To: Chavez, J.

Security: Private

Time: 10:18 AM

Thanks!

I guess that was the week before you started.  Joey’s birthday was a couple of days before mine, so I guess I just forgot to tell anyone.  It’s not a big deal. 

 

 

From: Chavez, J.

To: Timberlake, J.

Security: Private

Time: 10:25 AM

Didn’t you want a surprise party, with balloons and ribbons and party hats and naked chicks in cakes?

 

 

From: Timberlake, J.

To: Chavez, J.

Security: Private

Time: 10:26 AM

Nah.  I feel old!  If I feel like this at 22, I can’t imagine what Chris must feel like.  It’s all downhill from here, isn’t it?

 

 

From: Chavez, J.

To: Timberlake, J.

Security: Private

Time: 10:30 AM

Pretty much, yeah.  :-}

Please, you’re making me feel old over here!

Btw, what was up with that impromptu, um, situation in the parking lot Saturday night?

(Big Brother is always watching!)

 

 

From: Timberlake, J.

To: Chavez, J.

Security: Private

Time: 10:33 AM

Good question.  The, er, situation, shocked the hell out of me.  I mean, you know, it was pretty funny and all.  They haven’t said anything this morning, so I guess I won’t either.

Did that bother you?

 

 

From: Chavez, J.

To: Timberlake, J.

Security: Private

Time: 10:34 AM

NO!

No, it didn’t bother me.  Not one bit.

Did it bother you?

 

 

From: Timberlake, J.

To: Chavez, J.

Security: Private

Time: 10:35 AM

Nope.  I’ve grown pretty accustomed to the ways of the world in my advanced age, you know!

 

 

From: Chavez, J.

To: Timberlake, J.

Security: Private

Time: 10:36 AM

How accustomed?

 

 

From: Timberlake, J.

To: Chavez, J.

Security: Private

Time: 10:40 AM

You’d be surprised.

 

 

From: Chavez, J.

To: Timberlake, J.

Security: Private

Time: 10:43 AM

So surprise me.

Damn, I forgot I have to go to this meeting with Joey now.  I’ll see you at lunch.

And for the record, if the aforementioned situation comes out (cough) I’d be happy for them.

Ways of the world, indeed! :- }

 

 

From: Timberlake, J.

To: Chavez, J.

Security: Private

Time: 11:15 AM

You guys were in Johnny’s office a while.  Is everything ok?

 

 

From: Chavez, J.

To: Timberlake, J.

Security: Private

Time: 11:17 AM

Yeah.  Next month Johnny’s sending Joey to the Buffalo office for two weeks for some training or something.  He mentioned that Zeeks might be expanding in the near future, so they’re sending Joey, since he’s the department lead.  Since I’m the least necessary person around here, Joey’s taking me, too.

 

 

From: Timberlake, J.

To: Chavez, J.

Security: Private

Time: 11:20 AM

You’re not unnecessary.

Was that a double negative?

Well, sounds boring, but at least you get a free trip out of it.  You and Joey will have fun.

 

 

From: Chavez, J.

To: Timberlake, J.

Security: Private

Time: 11:22 AM

Yeah, Buffalo, the city that never sleeps.

How ever will you fill your time if I’m not here to constantly bother you with my emails and long-winded phone conversations?

 

 

From: Timberlake, J.

To: Chavez, J.

Security: Private

Time: 11:31 AM

I guess I’ll finally get some work done!

Well, my best friend Trace is coming to visit in April, so I won’t be too lonely.

 

 

From: Chavez, J.

To: Timberlake, J.

Security: Private

Time: 11:33 AM

I’d like to meet him. 

 

 

From: Timberlake, J.

To: Chavez, J.

Security: Private

Time: 11:34 AM

Why, so you can find out all the juicy dirt on me?

 

 

From: Chavez, J.

To: Timberlake, J.

Security: Private

Time: 11:35 AM

Yes!

Unless you don’t want me to.  I’ll understand if you don’t.

 

 

From: Timberlake, J.

To: Chavez, J.

Security: Private

Time: 11:45 AM

You’ll definitely meet him. 

 

**********

 

            That night, Justin is removing a frozen meal from his microwave when he hears the doorbell.  He fumbles with the hot plastic for a few seconds before going to the front door.  When he opens it he finds a medium sized padded envelope stuffed in his mailbox.  He looks around briefly before grabbing the package and going back inside.  As he lets his Salisbury steak cool to a palatable level, he inspects the package.  No stamps, but it’s addressed to “Justin, Programmer Extraordinaire by Day/ Sexy Singer by Night.”  The return address simply reads, “Mr. Chavez, Buffalo.”  Justin laughs as he opens the padded envelope.  Out fall a greeting card and a CD-R labeled “Happy Birthday, Justin.”

            “Aw, man,” Justin squeaks as a huge grin spreads across his face.  He fumbles to open the envelope.  An adorable brown puppy and the words “Silly me!  I missed your birthday…” adorn the cover.  Justin laughs when he opens the card and reads the inside:  “…but what do I need brains for?  I’m adorable!!”

            Underneath, in barely legible handwriting, Josh wrote:

I know it’s late, but Happy Birthday, Justin!

I hope you enjoy this album.  I know you will.  It’s unique and uncompromisingly beautiful.

Kinda reminds me of you.

Your friend,

Josh

            Justin swallows the lump in his throat as he rereads the card.  After a few seconds of just staring at Josh’s signature, Justin gets up and loads the compact disc into his stereo.  He immediately recognizes the soft sounds of Sherry Bocknovitch’s voice.  It’s her very rare first album, Muliebrity.  Josh must have recorded his vinyl record.  He even included a scan of the original album cover art.  Justin sits down on his couch, listens, and swoons.

 

            “Hey!”  Justin plops down on Josh’s desk the next morning.  Josh smiles up at him and sips his coffee.  “Thank you, Josh.  You didn’t…you didn’t have to get me a birthday present,” Justin says lowly, but with a genuine smile.

            Josh shrugs.  “I wanted to, and I know you wanted that album.”

            “Why did you just leave it?  Why didn’t you stop by?”

            “I didn’t want to disturb you,” Josh answers, and a sarcastic smile covers his face.  “In case you had another hot date.”

            “Jealous much?”  Justin nudges Josh’s knee with his toe.  He’s surprised at how flirtatious he’s being.  Josh looks surprised, too.

            “Um…what?”

            “I’m kidding!”

            “Oh.”  Josh looks a little confused.  He gets that way sometimes.  Justin thinks perhaps that, growing up, Josh was always the last person on the playground to get the dirty joke.  That makes him smile.

            “Josh, what did you think I meant—”

            “Did you listen to the CD yet?” Josh cuts in, looking away so that Justin can only barely make out the pinkness in his cheeks.

            “Yeah, I did.  It’s just as amazing as I thought it would be.”  Justin stands up and gently touches Josh’s arm.  “Thanks, man.”  Josh looks up, and his silvery blue eyes seem to shimmer.  Justin squeezes Josh’s right shoulder and heads back to his desk.  When he looks up, Josh is looking intently at his computer screen.  But his left hand is on his right shoulder, just absently stroking the fabric of his shirt.  Justin watches him for a few seconds, then returns to his computer.  He forces himself to think about Josh’s recent ex-girlfriend—girlfriend—and then heads to the vending machines for a high-fat, high-carb, nutrition-less Tastycake breakfast.  He’d sworn off of the stuff a few months ago, but he needs a treat today.

 

**********

 

            “Working overtime?” Josh asks as he pulls a chair up to Justin’s desk.  He points to the clock on the wall and says, “Johnny pulled the pterodactyl’s tail, man.  Time to go home!”

            “Pulled the—man, Josh, you are too corny,” Justin laughs as he looks at his watch.  Josh laughs, too.  “I’m this close to finishing this project.  I just want it done already.”

            “Ok.”  Josh sits back and rests his feet on the corner of Justin’s desk.  He smiles lazily and stretches.

            “Are you waiting for me?” Justin asks, still looking at his computer.

            “No…just…um…resting my feet…um…because…um…no?”  Justin smiles at him.  “If I’m bugging you, I can leave—”

            “No, stay.  I’m almost done.”  Justin tries to concentrate.  It’s hard with Josh’s eyes on him.  After a few minutes of hemming and hawing in his head he mumbles, “Wanna go get something to eat?”  He doesn’t hear an answer, but when he turns around Josh is grinning from ear to ear.

 

            The next week goes by too fast for Justin.  It’s not enough time for him to get ready—to clean his house for Trace’s visit, and to prepare to be Joshless for two whole weeks.  To compensate, Justin tries to spend as much time as he can with Josh.  They go out to dinner three nights in a row, and hang out until way past their bedtimes.  Justin worries that it’ll be too much, that Josh will get sick of him.  Josh never complains.

 

 

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