Jon's P.O.V:
Mikey was wrong. George never came back home. In fact, he never even called. Jon grew worried each day George didn't show up at the house.
Until the day came where Jon had proof that George was still alive.
Barbara came rushing in through the kitchen to hand Jon a small red envelope with his name etched across the front.
"It's from George." Barbara explained.
Jon instantly took it from her & began to rip it open. He took out a letter written from George. He carefully unfolded it & began to read it:
Dear Jon,
I am sorry. I am sorry for everything I put you & Barbara through. I know you must be wondering where I am. And for that, I am also sorry for not coming home. I won't be coming home again. You, Mikey, and Roy will have a good, long life, without me. As you know, being a drug addict took a tole on me. Which Is why your never going to see me again. I love you. And I always will. I need you to stay strong. Not just for the rest of the band, but for Barbara, and the baby. They need you. I wish the best for you and Barbara. And tell Barbara I'm sorry for being such a dick to her for no reason at all. She deserves an apology as well. The only thing I'm not sorry for is being in love with you. That, I cherished the most. And no, this was not your fault. I know you blame yourself for what I did but it wasn't your fault. You were trying to protect me, like every other boyfriend would. Since you tried to help me, I want to help you. For my last wish, I want you to marry Barbara. I want you to raise the child with her, and maybe, if all goes well, more. I want you to make her the most happiest woman in the world. Because she deserves it. It's the least I could do for her. As for Roy & Mikey, tell them to move on. Don't dread over me. I don't want you, or them, or anybody to feel sad about my death. I'm not entirely thrilled about the idea, because I wanted to live a happy life with the one I love the most, you. I wanted to raise children with you. I wanted to continue writing songs with the band. But you know I can't. And let's face it, you don't deserve me. I'm a fuck up & your goody-two-shoes. We don't mix. Also, I know your straight. It's obvious. So don't even try to lie to me Jon Moss. Tell mom & dad I loved them. And that this wasn't their fault. They raised me right, but I just took a wrong turn. And, speaking of that, I want you to keep an eye on your little one. Make sure they don't end up the same way I am. I love you Jon Moss. I'm not sure how much time you have left until I'm gone, but I'm at Marilyn's house if you want to wish me off. 263 Abbott Rd. Bexley, London. I'll see you soon either in Heaven or Marilyn's. I love you Jon Moss.
P.S. I wrote a song before I wrote this letter to you. I want you to play it at the last concert I was supposed to attend.
Written by Boy George: Love Twist
Footsteps, movements finding people
Clutch to the forbidden soul
Twisting words to find a reason
How am I supposed to throw
Questions that I cannot answer
Watch those boys, they dance and go
Hung up like the rules that made them
I'll be gone before you know.
If I cry
Let me be told
Or give me something
That I can hold.
Rhythms take me
Do I need it
Will we kiss, will you let go
Twisting hearts
Oh how we bleed them
How am I supposed to throw
Memories from where I keep them
Words will only make us slow
We are brave on the assumption
She'll be back
Before you know.
If I cry
Let me be told
Or give me something
That I can hold.
Footsteps, movements finding people
Clutch to the forbidden soul
Twisting words to find a reason
How am I supposed to throw
Questions that I cannot answer
Watch those boys they dance and go
Hung up like the rules that made them
I'll be gone before you know.
If I cry
Let me be told
Or give me something
That I can hold.
Jon wiped the tears from his eyes. He was crying so hard that the tears stained the paper. His instant thought was to grab his coat & head out the door & drive to Marilyn's as fast as he could.
He rushed to get his coat. "What's wrong Jon? Why are you in a hurry? What did the letter from George say?" Barbara asked a bunch of questions.
He was almost out the door when he stopped to turn to Barbara. "Call 911! George is going to overdose & kill himself!" He screamed.
Barbara scrambled to the telephone. Her hands were shaking as she was putting in the numbers. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god", she repeated over & over again until they picked up.
Jon never stayed to hear if they picked up or not. He was already in his car, driving to the address George gave him.
He silently hoped & prayed that George was still alive. He hoped it was not too late.
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*Not the last chapter* There's only about 2-3 chapters left! It was SOOOO hard to write this chapter! My tears were just coming down so hard that I couldn't see what I was writing! I might take a break, maybe not, from writing. One, because I don't want to end it. Two, my birthday is coming up. And three, I have to stop thinking about 'What if Boy George actually died from consuming drugs & I never got to know him like I do now. Because, this took place in 1981, I was born in 2003. Soooo yeah... Anyways, thanks for the countless reads & votes I received! It means so much to me! And yes, there will be a sequel with Barbara & Jon and their baby. I am super excited but sad at the same time! Oh, and, 13 days before my BIRTHDAYYYY! I'M GOING TO OLIVE GARDEN AND IT'S GOING TO BE SOOOO MUCH FUN! AND WE'RE CELEBRATING MY BIRTHDAY BEFORE MY ACTUAL BIRTHDAY!! (Not like any of you care buuuttttt xD)
-Zoey x
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The Drummer's Boy
FanfictionIn this gay romance novel, A 25 year old Boy George & 30 year old Jon Moss are dating. They have a very dysfunctional relationship, but a very nurturing & loving relationship. They are meant to be. Or are they? Jon does the unspeakable that leaves G...
