Tea Boy: A Deacury Fic

Chapter 49: Loopy Imitation and Resurfacing an Old Hobby

-Freddie's POV-

I invited Brian and Roger over to discuss the birthday party and a set up for another gig soon. We went over everything John wanted for the party, from homemade decor to razzmatazz outfits. They were completely on board with everything.

"I agree with it all. John's really gonna love every detail.", Brian stated. "Absolutely. This party will definitely feel his best!", Roger pointed out. We then heard John giggling loudly out of nowhere. "Hmm, he must be hearing in on this conversation. Let's keep it down.", I suggested. "Right, anyways, I can definitely bring the good snacks to-"

The giggling had increased. "No worries, Fred, we should get going anyways. Our families are coming over.", Brian chuckled. "But Brian, I thought they weren't coming over today, I don't think they even agreed to come by to see their gay sons.", Roger frowned. "Yes they did! Now come along, we have to get ready. The house is already cleaned." The brun curly haired man took the blonde by his hand and headed out the door. Meanwhile, I went back to the bedroom and saw John just giggling.

"What's gotten into you, crazy bean?", I asked. "Nothing just...", John breathes, then laughed again. "What baby?", I asked again. He looked really ticklish. "I just thought maybe if I....", Deaky cackled. "You thought you could do what?"

"I thought maybe if I got high off anesthesia, that could be my new addiction. But you'd say no!", John laughed as loud as he could. His answer shocked me. "John listen that can't be-"

"But it could though right? I mean...", Deaky giggled. "No, it's not gonna happen because-"

"Because it's for medical purposes, gotcha! I don't know how they measure it but, I could take in more than average and be fine.", Deaky laughed. "No John, you're not making anesthesia your new addiction, is that clear?", I calmly reprimanded. John's laughter stopped and he replied, "Yes Freddie, understood.", in a serious tone. "Good boy.", I murmured. I kissed his forehead and he turned away from me, laying back on the bed.

"You can playfully mock the effects of anesthesia, but it's not something you can have. How about we look for a calming hobby instead? Something you can enjoy to your heart's content!", I suggested. "Like what?", he huffed. "Like painting, or crafting. Or something beneficial for your body, like playing a sport even.", I pointed out. "No. I'm already as thin as plywood.", he complained.

"What about just painting or crafting?", I asked. "Too much work into doing it, but at least you're able to enjoy it because it's something you like doing.", Deaky explains. He was right however. "Do you like collecting things, like little trinkets or jewelry?"

"No."

"Knitting?"

"No."

"Reading?"

"No."

"Playing board games?"

"No."

"Journaling?"

"No."

"Building things?"

"No."

"Anything with nat—"

"Forget it, Fred! I don't have anything to fill the void.", he whined. "Lambkin, you have to find something though. You can't just mope around either.", I urged laying beside him. "I know I can't. But I know I'm not good at anything other than playing an instrument.", he sighed.

Maybe I could refresh his memory of what he used to do and inquire why he must've stopped doing that.

"Well, growing up, what were some things you actually enjoyed doing?", I questioned. "As a kid I liked making pottery, especially for Julie. She has a collection of every pot I made for her.", he reminisced. "How sweet. Why'd you stop?", I replied. "I only stopped because the clay I used stopped selling. My sister wasn't too disappointed and kept her collection, she completely understood the situation back then.", Deaky explains.

"What if we got you a newer and different brand of clay, we could get you back into it? Maybe you could make me one?", I pleaded. "I could try just once. Once I try, I may not be able to unhook myself from it. This could lead me back to something unlikely, relearningi everything basically.", he worried. I shook my head and chuckled, "This could lead you into something enjoyable instead. Think about some of the benefits it could do for you."

John sat up and contemplated about it. "As much as I don't want to be lead in temptation, I don't mind trying it for you.", he says. "Aww thanks, baby boy. We can go get some of the materials you'll need later on, okay?", I cooed. He nodded and laid back down for a nap.

I wonder what he'll make for me once we get all the materials.