Paul limped. He has walked 15 minutes but it seemed like hours. His leg was really bad, the pain was too much. He walked slowly and tried to not to moan but it was too much. It was late and the street was dark now. He asked himself why didn't he let George come with him, he needed a shoulder right now..
He stopped to get some rest on the entry of an old house.
A car stopped next to him. "Hey". John was there.
"Hey". Paul seemed sad.
"I think that you shouldn't be walking here with that leg, you know... it's very late..."
"Yeah, I shouldn't". Paul looked at the ground.
"So... maybe you need my help".
"Maybe..."
"Come here Paul".
Paul sat next to John. He drove to Paul's house.
When they arrived, Paul felt that he had to say something. He felt bad for this awkward situation.
"John listen... I.... I'm very sorry for calling your new car a "stupid waste of money" you know, I'm... sorry". Paul didn't look at John in any moment.
"It's okay". John sounded cold.
"No but really, I am sorry. And thanks for bringing me to my house".
"I know what happened... to your leg..."
Paul looked at him immediately. "What?!"
"What my mates did. I want you to know that I'll fix it. They'll never touch you or George again".
"John, please, don't do anything. It's gonna be fine... it just... happened, everything's done. Don't mess with them".
"You're just scared but I'm go-"
"No, I beg you, please don't".
"I'll do it. I'm sorry Paul but this can't happen again!"
Paul went out the car. John did it too, to help him. He took Paul by the arrm.
"No, It's not necessary-"
"Paul shut up and let me help you". John opened the door.
"It's okay here. You don't want to come in, do you?" Paul said that sarcastically.
"Why are you angry with me?"
"I don't know... maybe because you are confused, but you don't explain me anything... you don't talk to me". Paul seemed sad. "You just do things".
"You say it for what happened a few days ago?..."
Paul blushed. "I..."
"It's fine. I'm really sorry. I don't know why I did that.. I was drunk".
Paul felt disappointed for that answer. John could see it.
"Bye John". Paul tried to close the door. John stopped him.
"No! Please wait! Tell me what do you want me to say!"
"You have to understand that this is not about what I want you to say... If you say that you were drunk, okay, I knew it. So tell me something that I DON'T KNOW. What about... hm... oh yeah, THE TRUTH".
"Because I'm a coward, Paul! I miss you, I search you. It's not voluntary! Because think about it: Why would I want to see you if you were a fucking arse with me? Well, that's what I don't know, so I just... I just kissed you! Right?! It's not my fault! I think that I'm crazy, you drove me crazy with your lies-"
"OH PERFECT, NOW IT'S MY FAULT!" Paul shouted.
"No! NO! I didn't mean-"
Paul shouted the door.
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John started to walk, leaving his car there. He didn't want to drive it.
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Next morning Jim woke Paul up. "Son.."
"Ugh, dad... what do you want?" Paul saw his dad sat on the bed. He seemed worried.
"What happened last night? Did someone bring you here?"
"Well... yeah..." Paul didn't know what to think. How does his father know that?
"Is that person in the house?"
"No... why?"
"Well..."
Paul followed his that to the door. When Jim opened it, Paul's heart jumped.
John's car.
"I've never seen this car before.. have you?" Jim suddenly spoke.
"This is John's car... I don't know where is he".
"Let's search him. I'll call to his house".
"DON'T! If he didn't spend the night there, Mimi will kill him".
"That's not my problem-"
"Let me do this, dad. Don't worry". Paul walked near the car while he spoke. There were the keys.
"What an idiot..." Paul whispered.
"What did you say?"
"John... John is an idiot. He left the keys here, inside the bloody car!"
"Uhm.. we have to do something quickly because I have to go to the work".
"Go dad, I'll find John. Don't be late".
"I don't know Paul, it's a car! And you are late for school too".
"Trust me dad, everything will be fine". Paul took Jim by the shoulders.
"Right. Okay son... please don't do anything stupid".
"Don't be late". Paul smiled.
"Bye". Jim walked away.
Paul knew how to drive. His uncle taught him once. But no, Paul wouldn't drive it. He'll find John and everything's gonna be fine. The phone rang.
"Paul? Paul? It's me, John".
"Erm.. hello".
"My car, is in your house-"
"Oh, really?" Paul answered sarcastically.
"I need you to bring it here, to the school".
"Are you mad? I won't do that! I don't have license ".
"Look, last night, I was angry so I went to a bar...-"
"Are you talking to your wife, John?" Paul heard people talking and laughing in the background.
Now John again. "The thing is, Mimi found me on the street drunk with some friends and she is mad at me now, she just made me come to school today!"·
"Come after school then".
"Paul, I'll be here until 9 pm! I'm grounded. And I have stuff to do in that car! I need to get out of here".
"But John-"
"For me, my friend. I'm sorry, I've been a fool, a complete idiot with you. Forgive me... please, do this for me and I'll never bother you again".
"Never? You swear?"
"Yes. Yes, I promise".
"Okay". Paul smiled.
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I AM SORRY. I know it's been years but I really didn't want to continue the story.... I wrote this chapter loooong time ago and I posted it for the people who was waiting.
I don't know what's the future of this fanfic, it depends of you, guys :)
THANKS FOR READING.
