Is very long, sorry.
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"I don't think we should talk now John.." Paul tried.
"Please, i'm not gonna shout at you.. if you want to talk i'll shut up."
"John, i don't know if you feel bad for what you said or did... but it's ok, i don't mind. I'm still playing in your band." Paul talked sadly.
"No Paul don't say that..."
"Listen, i should've known... we're obviously not friends, it's ok John, it was my fault."
"Damn it Macca!!!" John put his hands on his head. "I was angry that night! i didn't mean what i said! i was mad because what happened at Stu's house when you weren't there!"
"Tell me John, tell me what happened, i'll understand, talk to me!" Paul tried again.
"No Paul, no. You don't have to know those things... i don't get it, why do you care?!"
"I care about you because you are or you were my fucking friend!!!"
"I think you are my friend too Paul, but you ruined everything when you started to act like my fucking boyfriend!!! you were that kind of friend that doesn't give a fuck about my personal life... but then, you messed with my personal shit Paul! i didn't want that!" John seemed a little mad.
"Ok John, i'm sorry." Paul seemed disappointed, he didn't say another word. There was a silence.
"DON'T DO THAT, JUST DON'T!" John shouted.
"WHAT JOHN?!! WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO??? YOU WANT ME TO BE YOUR FUCKING DOLL?? I'M A PERSON I CAN TALK, I HAVE FEELINGS YOU ASSHOLE!!" Paul was mad now.
"Ok, sorry, calm down. I'm sorry Macca."
"Don't fucking call me like that." Paul was calm now.
"I'm sorry, Paul. I just don't want you to know about my damn life. I don't want you to know the kind of person i am."
"I already know John. And you're hurting me. But friends are for that, i could acept all of your mistakes... but you just don't want me to be your friend, that's all."
"I want you to be my friend Paul, i want you to be my only friend, i don't need more friends, just you." John talked while looking direct in Paul's eyes.
Paul felt so happy, he wanted to hug him again and tell him that he wanted him. But he remembered the days he was on bed, sick, and feeling like shit. Why should he run into John's open arms once again? Why should he be his loyal dog? It's not right.
"John, please... you have to understand, i can't be your friend again pretending that nothing has happened. I mean, you want me to be there, being your shoulder when you cry, but you don't want to explain me why you cry! I don't want to be your solace object." Paul felt that John was going to explode again.
"Ok, i'll prove you that i want you to be my friend. I'll be in your house at 5." John stood up.
"But John-"
"I don't care if you are not there in that time, i'll go tomorrow then. Bye Paul." John didn't even waited for an answer. He just walked away.
Paul was so curious. What could it be? What's on John's mind? "Do i have to wait for him at 5? Should i?"
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It was already 5 pm. Paul was nervous.
5:15 he's not coming. "Why am i still nervous?" Paul wondered. It was 'cause he still believed that John would appear.
5:19 ring sounding. Paul ran to the door. Anybody was at home anyway.
He checked his hair and opened the door.
"Were you checking your hair?" John looked great. Just blue jeans and shirt, but damn! The boy knows how to look good.
"Why do you say it?" Paul blushed a bit.
"Because you came here, and you didn't open the door inmediately... whatever, can i come in?"
"Yeah..."
They were there, sat in silence. Paul was looking the floor, but he felt John's eyes on him. Paul finally spoke.
"So, are you gonna tell me what are you doing here?"
"Yeah, but i was wondering... can we play a bit? Bring your guitar.... Please?" The tone in John's voice was cute.
"Okay, yeah."
They played a few songs. It felt amazing playing with John again. Just them. No Stuart.
"Stuart..." Paul spoke when they finished the song.
"W-what did you said?" John seemed impressed.
"Stuart. How's your relation with him?" Paul was nervous but he tried to hide it.
"It's... fine. What about you?"
"Not fine, not bad... just band mates."
"Well so, it should be good."
"But it's not. And it's not my fault."
"Oh, so, it's his fault?" John was curious now.
"If you want i could tell you what he did to me..." Paul had hope. Now John will ask him what happened, and Paul could tell him, just if John tells him the truth too.
"Did it affect you too much?" John looked at the floor.
"What thing?"
"What Stuart did to you..."
"Not really, i think." Paul wanted to look strong.
"Well then, i don't want to know."
Paul was surprised. What is happening to John? Maybe he was acting like the kind of friend he wanted. One totally desinterested.
"Paul listen, i want to prove you now that i trust in you. And i'm gonna..." John was nervous. "I'm gonna tell you what happened in Stu's house that evening..."
"Ok, so our entire conversation is about Stu i see."
"Paul be serious. I'm gonna tell you, and it's my biggest secret, nobody know it."
"Well... tell me John!" Paul leaned forward.
