Past, Present and Future

Another Addict?

So, our baby guitarist is addicted to sleeping pills. Here we go again. At least Tom has a prescription for his. I kinda thought he was hooked on something at the restaurant. I got a call from Paul later that night, after Eric was asleep and wouldn't freak out. 

I asked Paul if he wanted me to get rid of the pills but he said no. I head down to the lobby for ice where Paul meets me. He looks worried but not enough to make an issue of it. 

I give Paul a hug because I care about him. Somehow that hug turns into something a bit more. I back off in respect, but Paul pulls me into the stairwell and locks the door. "What the hell?" I question.

"I'm sorry Gene. I'm lonely, frustrated, scared."

Leaning against the wall, I hold him at arms length. "Paul, we're like brothers, that's all." "Please don't make either one of us regret this." I look at him as his cheeks redden. "I know we both want this, but no."

I unlock the door and head back to my room. Eric's still asleep thank goodness.

Why did I just do that? I mean Paul and I have had feelings for each other since the band formed. We cannot give into them.