I won't share you

A rainy day like anyother

For an entire week I received calls from Johnny. I never answered. I just listened to voice mail. I knew I should pick up but I just couldn't. He always called at the same hour. Which presumed was the time he got off work. It  was getting to the point of thinking about unplugging the phone cord. I walked down stairs and greeted my mother. As I walked past the phone it rang. Dread filled my mind. I looked to the clock. It wasn't the time Johnny usually called. Must be someone else. I picked up the phone receiver.
  "Hello?" I spoke in a curious tone.
  "Oh thank god you picked up! I thought something happened to you! I was so confused of why you left! Bloody Jeane told me you wee going home! Did I do something wrong?! Why haven't you picked up the phone?! I was really scared Moz!" It was Johnny. God it was Johnny. Words would not come out of my mouth. "Moz?!" I cleared my throat.
  "Yes, hi, I'm here. I'm sorry for not picking up...I was just needing some time I guess..."I scratched the back of my neck. That was a lie.
  "You couldn't have just said that?! Jesus Moz I was so worried..." it almost sounded like he was crying. Why would he be crying over such a silly thing?!
  "Johnny are you crying?! I'm sorry please don't cry!!" I say.
  "I'm...I'm fine Moz. I just...hold on I have to go." Then the phone hung up.
  "Johnny?! Johnny!!" I shouted to the silence. Fuck! I need to see him, and talk to him. Shit, why did I fucking leave?!
   An hour passed. I lay on the couch. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of hard knocking. I sprung up to open the door. I was greeted my a soaking wet Johnny Marr.
  "Johnny?! Why are you wet?! And more important why are you here?" He walked in and hugged me.
  "It's raining" was his only reply as he hugged me. His face buried in my shirt.
  "He let's get you up stairs and dry you off okay?" I said pulling him a bit from my to look at him. He nodded. I led him upstairs. Opening the door to my room I pointed to my bed. "You can go sit there." He nodded then sat down. I came back into the room with a towel. "Here." I said offering it to him. No response. "Fine I'll do it but can you please explain why you came here in the pouring rain?" I dried his hair first. Despite the rain he still smelled nice. "Hey lift your head." He tilted his head up. He had sad eyes. "Here let my dry your face." I rubbed his face gently.
"I had wanted to see you." His voice wavered. I cupped his cheek.
"And it couldn't have waited for the rain to stop?" He looked down. I stood up and walked to my dresser. "Here you can borrow one of my shirts so at least your not shivering" I would have lent him pants but I'm not sure they'd fit. He stripped of his soggy shirt.
  "Where do you want this?" He said. I looked around.
  "I'll just...put it on the shower line." I too it and walked into the bathroom to hang it.
"Could you explain why you ditched me?" He said in a low tone. Fear went through my body. I can't tell him why. He'd probably think I was disgusting.
"I told you, I had something to do." A lie. He looked like he didn't believe me.
"And that means you don't answer my calls for a week?" I looked down at my feet. I felt warm on my hand. Johnny was holding my hands so our fingers interlocked.
  "Can you trust me that it was just for selfish reasons and just forget about it?" I asked in a pleading tone. He looked up at me.
  "Alright. But please answer next time?" I nodded. I sat down next to him. Our hands were still together. I decided to ask the question I didn't want to ask.
  "Johnny..." he turned to me. "Who was that girl at the diner?" He looked confused then it looked as if the thought hit him hard.
  "Ohhh that was Angie, she's my girlfriend." He said flatly with out barring an eye lash. The thought I knew would come true that stayed in my head the entire week.
  "Oh...she seemed nice..."she really did. She made Johnny laugh and smile. They looked perfect. He smiled.
  "Yeah, she is." His face looked like it lit up. As much as I loved seeing that face it still hurt. He laid back so his legs dangled off the side of the bed. I laid next to him. I looked down to our hands. I with I could have photographed us. He looked amazing.
  "He Johnny? You can stay here tonight if you like." He nodded.
  "Alright, it's raining so seems about right." I sat up I'll go get on some pajamas." I turned round and he turned round to put them on. What he turned round to was Johnny. But instead of normally Johnny it was Johnny only wearing my shirt and and his underwear. My face heated up. "What?" "Nothing!" I said a bit to quickly. He shrugged then got onto the one side of the bed. I walked to the light and turned it off. I slowly made my way back to my bed trying not to trip on anything. Once there I crawled in next to Johnny.
"Hey." He said giggling.
  "Hey." I said adjusting myself as I got comfortable. Johnny started talking about all the stuff that happened at the Diner. As he talked the image of Johnny while the lights were still on crept into my mind. Crap.
  "Moz are you okay? You've been really quiet" he said turning over. As he did his leg bumped a certain spot which was betraying me. "Oh..." I felt a wave of dread fall over me. Johnny rolled back. "Sorry Moz." He said chuckling. He went into a fit of laughter.
  "Johnny why are you laughing?!" I said.
  "I'm sorry Moz-I can't- stop" he said in between laughs. I felt embarrassed. He finally stopped. "Any way Moz I'm going to hit the hay." He said snuggle his pillow.
  "Alright, good night." I said burning my face in the covers.
  "Good night pretty boy." He said as we both drifted off to sleep.