Two of Us (McLennon)

Part Thirteen- I Want You

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Part Thirteen- I Want You

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After a few days of Paul staying with John, Paul had had enough. Each day John would come home from God knows where completely trashed and high as a kite. There had been occasional violence (glasses being thrown, yelling pointlessly, punching walls, ect) but none of it was directed toward Paul. John had even been acting very civil when he spoke to Paul or when they joined for dinner together. Dinner was usually silent and awkward, the only conversations being, 'how was your day?' And, 'I can't believe it's already this cold out, it's only early December!'

So was this what stage they were at now? Paul felt horrible. Had they really gone from lovers to acquaintances? Paul sighed quietly to himself from where he lay on the rugged old couch John had.

Pushing himself up hesitantly, Paul rid himself of the blanket strewn across his lap. His bare feet barely made a sound when he walked across the carpeted floor. He slowly and silently as possible crept upstairs, past Johns room, and into the room where John and Paul used to write. Paul pried open the window, pushing back flaps of screen that John had shredded out of anger. Paul pulled his old wooden chair across the room, the wood making barely a sound as it dragged across brown carpet. Paul hesitantly tested his weight with one foot on the chair. It held. He climbed entirely on top of the chair and pushed white curtains out of his way, trying not to hit his head on the slanted ceiling.

Paul ducked his head and climbed onto the roof. From here, Paul could see the lake in the distance, the pine trees that surrounded it, and the beautiful steam that blew off as the day grew warmer than the freezing ten degrees it was outside. Paul was grateful for the sweatshirt he wore, despite the regret of not bringing a pair of socks.

Gusts of Paul's own breath blew in clouds around him as he stared. He was so intrigued by the beauty that he didn't even hear it when another set of feet hit the rooftop.

John placed his hand on Paul's shoulder. "What are you doing out here Paulie?"

Paul nearly jumped out of his skin, causing John to chuckle. He felt so much better today and he was ready to forgive and forget. His long fingers ruffled Paul's hair, who looked very confused.

"What are you playing at, John?" Paul asked, almost angrily. After being neglected for so many days, John couldn't just walk back into his life. Could he?

"I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me." John shook his head and sat next to Paul.

"You neglected me, you ignored me for days and-" Paul was cut off abruptly by a pair of lips that met his own. Paul put his hands on Johns chest, but did not push.

This was absurd. But it was better than fighting. Sitting on this roof and kissing was not safe. They could be seen, despite the fact that John lived deep in the woods. But any random wanderer could see them.

John gave Paul little kisses across his collarbone and jaw, then trailing to his fingers. Paul couldn't help but to smile and close his eyes. The closeness of John was perfect, and he wanted to be closer. Impossibly closer. Paul leaned up and grabbed John, tugging him down by his shoulders.

And they kissed.

|Hey well I found the iPhone.

This chapter isn't long but yay they're together again I guess!

Uh. Yeah. So. You know what happens there. Sorta. Yeah.

-Jaden|