Two of Us (McLennon)

Part Eleven- Drugged

|Sorry for the lack of Johns POV. And this is gonna be a long chapter|


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Part Ten- Drugged
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|couldnt find a better name|

Paul got up off of the girl beneath him and helped her up.

"What are you doing out here this evening?" Paul asked nicely.

"I was on my way back from Janes house," Cynthia said. Paul bit his lip at the mention of his ex girlfriend. Cynthia then continued, "Shes really mad at you, you know."

"Oh, is she?" Paul said, slightly nervous. Cynthia nodded.

"So how's John? Is your relationship going well?" Cynthia asked with a forced smile. Paul could feel this conversation going downhill.

"Not... Not so good right now," Paul sighed. Cynthia nodded as if she understood.

"Why don't you come back to my place for a while, we'll have a cup of tea and then chat?" Cynthia smiled.

"Sure," Paul smiled in return and put his hands in his coat pockets.

Cynthia didn't live far, and she chatted away the entire time whether it was about Jane, John, or the weather.

When the did arrive at her house, she stuffed her hands deep into her pocket and pulled out her key ring. After finding the right one, she unlocked the door and walked inside. Paul trailed behind as she lead to a small but beautiful kitchen.

Then, from around the corner Paul was suddenly being hugged by someone. Looking down, Paul laughed. Julian was attached to Paul's leg.

"Uncle Paul!" He cried, smiling wide.

"Hey Jules," Paul greeted him as he picked him up.

"I missed you." Julian replied sadly. Tiny fingers wrapped around Paul's own. Paul pulled the boy closer and watched Cynthia work on the tea.

"Where's daddy?" Julian said after a moment. Paul had no answer for a minute.

"He's at his own house. You should visit sometime!" Paul tried to cheer up the small boy when Cynthia piped up,

"We won't have any of that, will we Jules?"

Julian looked up with a pleading look and then cuddled closer to Paul. Paul sat down at the table and sighed.

"Cyn, you have to let him see his own father. It's not fair!" Paul said.

"He abandoned us and that's final," Cynthia replied coldly.

"He wants his father!" Paul's voice was raising.

"HES NOT SEEING JOHN," Cynthia yelled, causing both Paul to shrink back and Julian to begin crying.

"Your tea is on the counter, Paul, the larger one. Come on Jules, we're gonna put you to bed," Cynthia walked briskly away after snatching Julian from Paul.

Paul stood and retrieved his cup from the counter before sitting back down. Taking a sip, it tasted a bit off. But not exactly bad.

Paul continued drinking, setting down his cup as Cynthia walked back in. He smiled slightly at her without even meaning to.

Getting through half of his cup already, Paul leaned forward and almost fell from his chair. Cynthia's face was wavy and smiling.

"Paul..." Cynthia giggled. Paul felt as if he were in a tunnel. As she spoke, it seemed as though colors had poured from her mouth. Paul went to stand, and then collapsed, laughing wildly as the entire room seemed to wave and jiggle.

Colors soared around him, making him reach up. Cynthia grabbed his hand with a smirk and pulled him up. She said something, but all he heard were colors.

Paul held tight to Cynthia's arm, now scared that the floor would cave in as it seemed to dip lower.

Suddenly, Paul found himself at Cynthia's bedroom door.

Paul didn't even question when Cynthia began to remove his clothes.

|So Paul's obviously high as a kite.

Cynthia is gonna screw everything up.

Hooray c:

-Jaden|