Tea Boy (A Deacury Fic)

Chapter 25: The Scariest Place on Earth

-John's POV-

Well, this is it. This is the place where I'll spend two whole months. Away from Freddie. Away from life. This place is more like hell on earth. It's just without Beelzebub, Lord of the flies....unless anyone here resembles them. I wish I could just turn around and walk back home and forget that this ever happened!

Avery finally lead me to my "bedroom" after giving me a brief tour of the place. The room it was....bigger than I expected it to be. Nicely sized bed, drawers for storage, and of course the telly for entertainment. Make yourself at home they said, maybe this isn't hell after all.
Avery stated that if I needed anything, just to push the small button on the wall, assistance will be on the way. I thanked her and she finally left.

I closed the door behind me and attempted to settle in, but it just really didn't feel like a home away from home to me. I felt increasingly homesick the more I thought about how much Fred must miss me already. With quick thinking, I unpacked the bag filled with the trinkets he had provided me and spilled every little thing onto the bed. Anxiously, I looked through them one by one.

A lion pendant, symbolizing my Leo horoscope.

A small piece of a broken tea kettle, made to remind me how much of a tea boy I was.

A torn stripped fabric half, also to remind me of the Beba store.

A crafted ring he found at a jeweler one night before he met me.

A small handwritten note that read, 'Love of my life, beautiful boy.'

Two bottles of nail polish, one in rose red, the other in silver. I've recently noticed that he only painted his nails black on his left hand.

The picture Roger took of us at the studio after a session. He always told me how gorgeous I was even after the photograph was taken.

All these little things are to help me think of him whenever I start getting lonelier and lonelier. But I'm here for a reason. I'm here because I'm supposed to stop drinking. Honestly if he wanted me to just quit drinking alcohol, he could've just....be there and at least be supportive along the way, instead of sending me to what seems to me the scariest place on earth.

There was a sudden knock at my door, I grabbed my trinkets and stuffed them back into my suitcase, tucking it away in the closet. I opened up and there stood a young lad who seemed only a tad shorter than me. He had a slim figure & and something about his swept back tawn hair and mischievous amber eyes said that he's up to no good. "Hello, you must be my next door neighbor.", he greeted. "Next-door, huh? Like directly next door?", I asked. "Obviously you goose! I'm Jacob, what's your name handsome.", he hummed. Was he flirting with me?

"My name's John.", I responded. "Nice to meet you. What were you doing before I came by to say hello?", The lad extolled wandering around my room. "Oh just uh...tr-trying to feel at home....", I stammer. "I've tried to, but nothing really helps except listening to music on the record player.", Jacob mentioned.

"I see...well what are you doing here?", I inquired. “Self reflection.”, Jacob said with a slight smile, taking a seat on my bed. "Oh, what must've happened that brought you here? You can tell me, I'll listen.", I joined him on the bed. “Hm, well-" he paused, then huffed, “Well, my boyfriend was being quite a dick to me, so I punched him clear though the wall of our flat. Yes, I kinda broke his sternum, so he said if I didn’t want him to break up with me, I would stay here for a bit....but it might be more than that.”

I started to feel a little bit of sympathy for him, truly violence wasn't the answer, but at the same time I wonder why his boyfriend acted cruel to him. "My gosh, seems like your relationship is in a rough spot right now. Same here.", I sighed then paused, "In order for me to be in the relationship I'm in, I have to stop drinking alcohol. If you already assumed I might have a bad history of it, I do sadly."

"Well at least we're here for each other.", Jacob acknowledged. "You're right, I honestly should have stopped drinking during the time being. I feel like absolute shit for not doing so.", I murmured.
“Well, you should-“ Jacob shook his head with a smile, “but every day, we can get better.” "We will get better...together...", I hummed, "especially with the people around us." The younger lad chuckled and brought me in for a welcoming hug & of course I hugged back.

Maybe this place isn't the scariest place on earth.