Two of Us (McLennon)

Part Twelve- Heartbreak

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Part Twelve - Heartbreak

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John thought his morning could get no worse. With his lover missing from beside him, he felt incomplete. Trudging downstairs, he heard a knock on his door. Who was visiting at this ungodly hour? John groaned and opened the door. Who he saw only ruined his day even more.

"What are you doing here Jane?" John growled, beginning to flatten his hair which stuck up in every direction.

"I have some information for you... May I come in?" Jane's soft voice calmed John slightly.

"Sure." John lead her to the kitchen table. After John made sure they both had tea on the table, John said, "So.... What is it?"

"I have some news about Paul," She paused, curling her now bare feet underneath her. "He spent the night with Cynthia last night," John froze with his mug half to his lips.

"What?!" he was dumbfounded. Why Cynthia?

"He was lonely," Jane shook her head. "He wanted to make you jealous, John."

John was infuriated. He had a white knuckled grip on his mug. Jane stood.

"Goodbye John," And then she left quickly, as if afraid that John would hit her for what Paul did.

Then, John leapt out of his chair and out of the house.

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Paul's POV

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Paul woke up with a headache. Sunlight streaming into his eyes was no help. He felt strangely exposed. Looking around, he felt as though he remembered something that had happened.

Cynthia.

Tea.

Clothes on the floor.

Looking over, Paul nearly screamed. Cynthia lay next to him, smiling up contently with the blankets pulled up to hide her bare chest.

"Oh my god. Oh my god." Paul leapt up, shoving on whatever clothes he could find of his.

"Calm down Paul, you didn't do anything wrong," Cynthia's soft voice rang throughout the room.

"What?! I have a boyfriend," Paul yelled. He stormed forward, and before he could stop himself, he slapped Cynthia hard across the cheek. He ran from the house, and down the street, his mind still dreary from the aftershock of drugs. He was just outside of Johns house.

That was the moment that Paul collided with the equally disheveled person he was seeking out.

"John?" Paul cried, springing back and then hugging tightly to his lover. John stiffened and then grabbed the hood of Paul's (his) sweatshirt. He opened his front door and threw Paul inside before slamming the door.

"You slept with my ex girlfriend. You /slept/ with her!" John seethed, pushing Paul angrily against the wall. Paul blanched.

"I didn't mean to! I mean... gosh!" Paul tried to explain himself. But he was only responded to with a hard punch to the stomach.

Paul cried out and tried to move away, pressing only further to the wall. John snatched the front of Paul's sweatshirt and pulled his face close to Paul's.

"What's your excuse now, McCartney?" John yelled. Paul twisted wildly to get away, but was unable to under Johns iron grip.

"I was drugged!" Paul cried, his heart pounding. Tears of fear that had welled up in his eyes spilled onto his cheeks and he gasped for breaths as he tried to squirm away.

This caused John to let his grip loose, suddenly becoming teared up himself.

"I believe you," John started uncertainly, fighting to keep his voice steady. "you can sleep on the couch tonight." Without another word, the auburn haired man left Paul alone.

The day for them was very uneventful. John came from his room twice to eat and thrice to use the restroom where he would hide his pained expression. Each time, Paul busied himself with something else.

That evening, Paul settled himself shakily onto the couch. He pulled a soft blanket over himself, though he doubted he could sleep.

John, on the other hand, was out like a light. He was completely exhausted from all the sobbing hed done in his room that day.

For once, instead of hurting the person who hurt him, John Lennon cried instead.

|Yeah pretty sad and y'know but uh I lost my iPhone so basically I'm on a 3rd gen touch now yay c: um so Ive been really busy. Bear with me here guise.

And now Im like obsessed with anything Avengers. Thor is like the best ok? Ok. Anyone else into the Avengers? Or any of that super hero stuff? Personally, Loki is my favorite character from any movie ever so. Yeah. Basically.

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-Jaden|?