Disclaimer: I do not own the characters except for the narrator of this story. All others belong to CowLip & Showtime. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental and not meant to be intentional by the author. Copyright infringement is not intended.

A/N: This is a story that I wrote months ago for the Tumblr 30 Day Queer As Folk Challenge and decided to post here as well. It's just short sweet and to the point and I hope you enjoy it.

He doesn't know what brought it on, one second he's sleeping and the next second he's awake covered in sweat and his heart racing is as his dream flashes before his eyes. He presses the palm of his hands against his eye lids as tears of both sadness and joy spring to his eyes because this moment is bittersweet. Its mid-October so he has no clue as to why after five years these memories that have been locked away somewhere in his brain are now coming back to him. Every single moment that he missed after Brian saying no to coming to his prom is now right there at his fingertips. Getting ready at Debbie's, heading to the dance with Daphne, Brian showing up, their dance, and every other little thing feeling like it just happened yesterday. Looking at the clock next to the bed he notices it's just past four and he contemplates waking up Brian, he knows he'll get bitched at but he picks up his cell phone and presses speed dial one anyways.

"What the fuck Justin it's four in the morning." Brian says as soon as he picks up the phone.

"I remember." Is all he says because he can't think straight right now at all.

"What?"

"The prom I remember it, I was sleeping and then I was awake and it was like a movie or something because everything was just there like it just happened. I remember you showing up and then us dancing and the kiss and how fucking happy I was and how you looked god you were smiling Brian how could I forget that?" Justin babbles out because he wants to get it all out just in case he forgets again and he doesn't want too. The other side of the line is silent and he doesn't know what to think or do he just hopes Brian didn't fall asleep again.

"You remember the prom?"

"Yes that's what I'm trying to tell you."

"How can I be so sure that you aren't just fucking with me Sunshine, I mean all of those things could be easily stuff that Daphne could've told you."

"Afterwards when we left the dance floor we didn't go straight back to the Jeep even though you wanted too I pulled you into the bathroom and we fucked in there no one ever told me that." Justin says and listens to Brian breathing on the other end of the line for a few moments.

"Fuck Sunshine I really hate New York right now." He whispers and Justin can tell his voice is chocked up at the moment.

"Me too Brian me too." Is all he says and after that its silence and they fall asleep on the phone and the next day when Justin gets back from his studio to find Brian in his bed he's not surprised one bit.