The Drummer's Boy

Chapter 20. No House Like Home

Jon's P.O.V

It was about a week when the Doctor gave George the okay to return home. Except he didn't. Jon decided it was a good idea to take George to his house. That way, he could keep an eye on him. That way, George hopefully won't attempt to do something stupid.

Jon held the door open for George, who was carrying suitcases full of clothes & many more necessities needed. Jon closed the door after George finished carrying in the last load, & led George upstairs to the spare bedroom.

He gestured to the bed. "Just put your things on the bed & you can unpack them later. Dinner is already ready."

George threw the packed suitcases on the bed. He turned to Jon & raised his eyebrows. "Wow. Did you order take-out? You had to pick me up from the hospital & somehow the food is already prepared?"

Jon bit his lip & scratched his head. Terrific. I forgot to mention the other part to him. Well hell, guess he'll have to see for himself.

Jon didn't say anything. He ran out of the room, scrambled downstairs, two at a time. George was close on his heels. Jon was already down in the kitchen when George was just walking in.

George stood before the table, frozen. His mouth was in a shape of an O. He suddenly shook his head, haven already taken it in. Of course. That makes so much sense now.

Jon cleared his throat. He decided to break the awkward silence. "Uh yeah. I was going to tell you that Barbara was here. She got kicked out of her house so I let her bunk here."

George crossed his arms. "I'm not staying here if she's here." He nods to Barbara who was sitting down, waiting patiently for dinner to be served. She remained silent.

Jon sighed. It didn't surprise me one bit that George was going to refuse to stay here. I tried to tell her he didn't like her very much. "It's just like a sleepover! It'll be fun."

George rolled his eyes & made his way out of the kitchen. "Fuck you Jon I'm not doing this. I can't. I'll just stay at my place, no big deal."

Jon ran to his side to grab his arm. He wasn't going to step foot out of this house. He turned George around so he could face him. "Your not leaving this house. I can't trust you all by yourself."

George pulled his arm back. "Oh please. Just let me be. I told you there is no way you could stop me from taking drugs. I'm broken. I like being broken." He shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing to say.

Jon took his arm again, but this time, he pulled George over to the table & sat him down in one of the chairs. He tried to get up but Jon just held his shoulders down.

After countless tries of escaping, he gave up. "This is lame Jon. You know it. You can't keep me here against my will. Especially a drug addict. I won't give up. I'll give you hell until you finally can't put up with me & let me go."

Jon chuckled softly to himself. He wasn't going to let George go no matter what. Sure, he is a big pain in the ass, but he's used to it. George will always put up a fight to get what he wants. He just has to be prepared for the worst.

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The smell of beef roast wafted throughout the house. It was a rather quiet meal. Nobody really spoke. George would once in a while glare up at Barbara, who never looked back at him, but that was really it.

Jon set his fork down on his plate. It was time to break the silence, something he was getting really good at. "I thought you two were supposed to be friends."