Two of Us (McLennon)

Part Nine - Think before Speaking

|Sorry I'm not really active. I've read like 4 books in 4 days and spent $65 at Barnes and Noble so|

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Part Nine - Things We Said Today

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Paul woke up that next morning, happily snuggled next to John, who was laying with his mouth partly open, curled into a ball. Paul grinned at the vulnerability of John this way. He poked Johns sleeping nose, causing him to grunt and turn away. Paul whined and shoved his head onto Johns back. John slowly woke up with a grumpy look.

"Yes?" John asked huskily, rubbing his eyes. Paul noticed the odd demeanor of John.

"Is everything okay?" Paul traced circles on Johns back. John grunted again.

"No, of course not. Your big oaf of a father hates me," John snapped.

Paul was shocked by Johns tone and slightly angry about the insult to his father.

"My father is perfectly fine," Paul said crossly. "Your attitude toward him is not."

"Hush it Paul. Your dads a homophobic jerk," John continued, not knowing how angry Paul looked behind him. Paul sat up.

"I'm not going to sit here and listen to my father be insulted like this!" He exclaimed.

"Then leave!" John snapped, sitting up and roughly shoving Paul's shoulder. Paul flinched slightly.

"Fine, I will!" Paul said. He wanted to leave not because of the insults to his father, but because John had a reputation for getting aggressive with previous girlfriends.

Paul leapt up and grabbed his coat. He pulled it on over the clothes he already wore and rushed out the bedroom door.

"Paul!" John called anxiously. He wasn't actually leaving, was he? "I didn't mean it!" But by the time John had yelled the last part, his door was slammed and Paul was gone.

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Paul sat nestled in his bed at his dads house with a cup of tea. His face was tear streaked, as was the front of the sweatshirt he wore. Johns sweatshirt. It still smelled like John.

"I tried to tell you Paul! Nothing good ever comes from a relationship between two men. It's unnatural," Jim said as he paced around the room.

Paul set his cup down and buried himself deeper within the blankets. Jim left the room shaking his head.

Meanwhile, John sat alone in his house, a cigarette in one hand and a glass of brandy on the table. All the lights were off in his house and all of the blinds were shut. A large fire crackled on front of him, allowing him to get lost in the psychedelic movement of glowing coals and flames.

John was obviously not taking this well, until an idea popped into mind. He would go over to Paul's house. He would apologize to him, whether he wanted to or not.

John loved Paul, and Paul needed to know.

|yay? IK it's really short but like idk I needed to write.

-Jaden|