The Drummer's Boy

Chapter 17. A Very Big Mistake

Jon's P.O.V:

It was the end of practice, & everyone was just laughing, talking, & having a good time. Everyone, except, George.

Jon sighed as he closed his eyes. He already knew what George was doing. He abandoned his own band to have a make-out session with his, best friend? Or new boyfriend? Jon laughed. Was this George's way of trying to make him jealous? Because it was fucking working.

Roy was laughing as he splashed Jon with his drink. Jon snapped his eyes open & sat up immediately, screaming. "What the fuck Roy!? That's fucking cold!"

Roy continued to laugh, his face turning a bright shade of red. "I'm sorry Jon, but you didn't answer the question."

Jon got up to search for a towel to clean himself off. "That was a dick move & you know it. What question?"

Now, it was Mikey's turn to laugh. "You know what question. The question we've been asking you this whole night. Where is George? We know you know."

Jon was done wiping the cold drink's remnants off him, as he was about to open his mouth to speak. But, he didn't. As if on cue, George came running through the door, sweating & out of breath.

Roy crossed his arms & raised his eyebrows. "Where the hell have you been!? You missed band practice."

George took the towel Jon got done using, to wipe his sweaty face. He held the towel away from his face & scrunched his nose in disgust. "What the hell is that smell?"

Jon rolled his eyes & snatched the towel from George's hands. "Roy dumped beer on me so I wiped it off with this towel. You would know that if you were here."

George sighed & sat down in the nearest chair, skimming through a magazine he picked up on the stand, avoiding everyone's glares. "I was busy."

Mikey walked over to George & took the magazine from him, angry as hell. "No. You weren't 'busy'. Don't give us that nonsense. You should have been 'busy' practicing with us. This is the second time in a row you didn't make an effort to show up."

George rolled his eyes, arms crossed. "Well, maybe some of us actually has a life. Did you think about that?"

Mikey startled everyone as he smacked George across the face. George rubbed the side of his face. A red mark was forming. It stung, but George wasn't going to whine & back down. He took the magazine from Mikey & chucked it at Jon, who caught it. "You can thank that asshole."

Jon gave a sarcastic laugh & chucked the magazine back at George, harder. "Fuck you George. Don't blame me for fucking up you're life because you can do that perfectly well yourself."

George slammed the magazine down on the ground, pissed off. "It is you're fault. You made me this way."

Roy & Mikey stood several inches away from the scene, both with bewildered expressions. Roy decided to take a step forward & ask the question Mikey was probably wondering as well. "What the hell is going on between you two?"

George shrugged & got up. His eyes were teary. His cheek still stung when Mikey smacked him but he didn't care. He only cared about what Jon did. What Jon said. He only cared about Jon in general. He walked over to touch Jon's cheek, still teary-eyed. He swallowed all the fear he was keeping inside. "I only stayed in this band, only agreed to be in this band, because I love you. I didn't care that you were straight, because I told myself I was going to make you mine. No matter what, you were going to be MINE Jon Moss. MINE." George shook his head, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Roy & Mikey both rushed over to comfort George but Jon held his hand up & shook his head. They backed off just as George wrapped his arms around Jon's waist & pulled him in for a hug. He held onto Jon's waist for awhile, crying. "I did something terrible. It was horrible Jon, horrible. And I don't think I can stop now."

Jon stroked George's head listening to every word. He closed his eyes to let the moment sink in. The closeness between him & George was very enjoyable & comforting. He almost wanted to kiss him but thought better of it. Something about the way George spoke gave him chills. "What did you do George?"

George wiped his face on Jon's shirt & shook his head. He was in hysterics now & at any given second, he was surely about to blow up with another mental break down. He fell on the ground. He grabbed his knees & held them, rocking back & forth violently, eyes closed.

Jon bent down to hug George but he only pushed him away. "No! You can't help me! None of you can. I am lost & so fucking sick I don't know what I did. I don't know why I said those things to you. I don't know what's wrong with me..."

Roy & Mikey rushed over to Jon's side, they all stared down at George. He was now banging his fists hard on the floor, screaming. Jon took instant action & grabbed George's hands, holding them. He stared into his eyes. "George you're OKAY. We're here. We can HELP you."

George shook his head frantically. "No, no you can't. I'm a lost cause. You don't deserve me. I don't deserve you. I can't...", George didn't finish, for he instantly turned to the side & puked. It wasn't just the puke that disturbed the band, it was the fact that it was red.

In a blink of an eye, Roy rushed over to the telephone & dialed 911. Jon & Mikey rubbed George's back & tried to comfort him.

It wasn't that long until the ambulance came that hauled George off to the hospital. Mikey, Jon, & Roy all sat with George for the ride.

George opened his eyes; he blacked out after the puke incident. "Jon", he whispered.

Jon grabbed George's hand & continued to hold it for the remainder of the ride. He leaned down to kiss George's forehead. "It's going to be okay now George. You're going to the hospital. You're going to get help. Everything will be okay."

George smiled & squeezed Jon's hand. "Don't leave me again Jon. Promise me you'll be by my side, no matter what happens."

Jon nodded. "I promise. You have nothing to worry, I'm right here. We all are." He gestured to the rest of the band sitting next to George.

George smiled & tried to drift off to sleep. The band silently watched him, worrying. Jon was relieved that none of them saw him crying. He quietly sobbed. He didn't understand what George did. He wanted to so badly. Maybe then could he help him.

Jon gave a brief smile. He loved George so much. He admitted it. He did. No matter how much he felt for Barbara, it didn't feel right. He will always love Barbara, that much was true. But he could never love Barbara more than George, no. He made a terrible mistake as well. A mistake that could have or might still cost George his life. He wanted to make it right. Therefore, he was going to protect George. He will never leave him again.

Jon gasped. George wasn't sleeping at all. He was watching him. He smiled when Jon realized he was watching him the whole time. "...I have danced inside you're eyes...".

Jon raised his eyebrow in question & George smirked. "I wrote that song for you, you know." And with that, he finally, officially, dozed off to sleep.

Jon's thoughts drifted & he began to do what the rest of the band was doing.

They sat in utter silence & worried about the Boy...