dreamlikenewyork | May. 13th, 2016

May. 13th, 2016

Who? Kelly Jensen and Sam Campbell
What? Momwifing when you're not even married
Where? Sam's apartment
When? Morning

Kelly woke up, sweating heavily, and realized quickly that it was because Sam's body was on fire with fever and she'd been curled in against him in her sleep. As she woke, she felt Sam shifting to get up from the bed, even as the beeping thermometer went off in his mouth, and she shook her head. "You're burning up with fever," she told him as if he didn't already know, and then she was shifting to sit up herself. His clothes for work were neatly folded in a pile at the end of the bed, and her eyes narrowed.

"Sam Campbell, are you trying to get ready and go to work with a..." she glanced over at the thermometer to read the numbers. "With a really serious fever? You need to get right back under those blankets right now."

likefatherlikeson

Who: Justin Campbell and Presley Monroe
What: Ambitions and Propositions
Where: Presley's office, NYC
When: Friday morning

Justin had an appointment with Presley that morning. He had struck up such a relationship with Presley that was very much like big brother/little brother, that generally, Justin would just arrive at Presley's office any time he liked, and Presley would see him if he was available. But this time, Justin had scheduled an official appointment so he knew Presley would be available. It was a business thing, really. Something that was really important to Justin, so it wasn't just him arriving to throw another fundraising idea at Presley to hash out. This was different.

He was sitting at Presley's desk with him. His leg was bouncing restlessly and he was drumming his fingers on the arm rest of the chair. Presley was smirking at him over the desk. "Sorry," Justin said sheepishly. He tried to stop the leg bouncing, but it didn't work. "I'm a little wired today. I shouldn't have coffee. Have you got something without caffeine? That's not decaf or green tea?" Even then, he didn't stay seated. He got up, picking up one of the Shades of Violet Foundation pens from Presley's desk and clicking it in and out over and over. That could be annoying as fuck, but Presley was used to Justin's ups and downs. He went over to the window to look at the view of the New York skyline. "So, I've got this thing I want to do, but I need your help. I need a lot of help, actually."

keytomylife

Who: Miles Morrison and Tristan Hewitt
What: Heart-to-Heart
Where: Tristan's villa, French Riviera
When: Thursday evening, after this

It was strange, but sitting down to talk about their baggage didn't feel confrontational to Miles. Normal it probably would, but Tristan had this inner peace to him. Tristan had been entirely honest with Miles that he was a practising Buddhist, and Miles had asked him about that. At that point, Tristan had said his decision to convert to Buddhism was a result of some difficult times he faced in his life. There had been no elaboration of that at the time, because they had been talking about Miles' feelings having been dumped by Liam. It had been cathartic for Miles too. Maybe this was exactly what he needed.

But not Tristan had offered to talk to Miles about his baggage in return. That was a special thing, and Miles wasn't going to turn it down. He wanted to know more about Tristan. More than the fact that Miles was an expert in the fashion industry and used to be a lucrative male supermodel. That wasn't really baggage. So, what in Tristan't life had turned him to Buddhism to find peace? Miles knew he was about to find out.

Tristan's villa here in the French Riviera was incredible. It was luxurious and peaceful. They had stopped here for a few days in the middle of Tristan's business commitments in Paris and Milan. It was a bit of a whirlwind, but Miles wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. They were seated close together on the edge of the sprawling pool with their feet dangling in the water while they sipped cocktails made my a personal barman Tristan had employed for their stay. It was like staying in a five star hotel... maybe even six stars. He took a sip from his drink and set the glass down beside him.

"So, was the baggage a miserably embarrassing break-up like mine was? Or something much more serious?" he asked, turning to meet Tristan's gaze. He had amazing eyes, and felt like he was looking right into Miles' soul. Maybe he was.

wannabesurgeon

I'm sorry you had to walk back into everything like this. My progress kind of took about five steps back when we broke up. I've been trying to catch up with myself again ever since. I came to a point in my therapy where there was an attempt to confront my demons, and it went really badly. Ever since then, Gabe has been working with me to try to get me back to where I was. But it's taken a lot of time. Miles was my support through that. If you had still been here, it would have been you.