Peace (lennstarr)

Avoid

>> Avoid <<

<> to keep away from; to keep clear of; shun <>

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the next morning John woke up to the smell of scrambled eggs, hot tea, and toast wafting through his door. normally he'd be out into the kitchen lickity split but today there was a bit of tension to it.

Ringo. the kiss. getting yelled at. oh boy.

John stumbled out of bed and dragged a hand across his hair and snuck into the bathroom and took a quick look in the mirror. today he managed to look different.

he was still John. most definitely. it's just that something was off.

he still had his long pointy nose. he still had his brown almond shaped eyes. he still had his messy dark hair that brushed over his eyes. he still had his bushy, unkempt eyebrows. he still had his thin pale pink lips. his head still jutted out from his neck. he was just, different.

he looked more tired. his heart felt heavier. his tongue was numb. his jaw was slack. he could barely keep his eyes open. he felt worse than before.

this is new.

John washed up quickly, stomach grumbling once the sweet smell wafted into the bathroom and made its way to his nose. his hand trembled a bit as he spit out the water in his mouth and reached out for the doorknob.

was it really worth it?

I have to eat. and Ritchie can't avoid me forever right?

with that note John ignored the excessive shaking and tiptoed into the hallway that led to the kitchen. on the opposite side of the kitchen island was the one and only Ritchie, looking as adorable as ever in those pajamas. his feet weren't even close to touching the ground so he was swinging his little legs at about one thousand miles an hour. his head was down and you could hear small scrapes coming from his fork and plate. he clearly wasn't hungry.

"hi." John mumbled and cringed when he heard the metal fork hit the ground with a clatter.

"hello." Ringo barely returned, turning his back to the younger man.

"breakfast smells great." John says, hoping to strike up some form of conversation.

"it's just food." Ringo shrugged and kicked his little legs on the chair until the banging gradually got louder and more forceful.

"yeah." John sighed and walked forward to the island.

there was an eerie silence in the room. the tension so deep you could cut through it and it'd be bleeding up a storm. there was no denying how much they both hated it. they wanted to talk. to work it out. but something wasn't letting them. whether it be Ritchie's denying of the truth or John's constant thought that he's a worthless piece of shit who ruined a perfectly good friendship, they wouldn't talk.

"foods on the stove if you want. I gotta work. see you later." Ritchie sighed and jumped off his chair and shuffled into his room, eyes a dull gray instead of their normal gem blue.

"thanks I guess." John whispered to himself as he climbed into the vacant seat next to where Ringo sat.

the silence was unbearable and the food was cold and there were tears filling in John's eyes and Ringo wasn't next to him and he was beginning to wish he hadn't woken up so early.

each minute drained and the world got gray. he was losing hope fast. he needed his Ritchie back but how.

how do you get back what once was yours?