The Drummer's Boy

Chapter 28. The Day The Drummer Lost His Boy

Jon's P.O.V:

He walked into Marilyn's house & saw George huddled in the corner of the room, clutching his knees to his chest tightly with his eyes shut. 

Jon instantly ran to him & knelted down beside him. He lightly shook him. "George. Baby, please tell me your alive still. Say something." 

In response, George moved his head slowly onto Jon's lap. He grabbed Jon's hand. "I love you..." He whispered. 

Jon leaned down to kiss George on his head. "Shh it's okay. You'll be OKAY. Just keep breathing. The ambulance are on their way." He said.

But Jon knew deep down in his heart that it wasn't going to be okay. Whether the ambulance got here or not, George was gone. He couldn't be saved. 

George shook his head, it looked almost painful. "No. No I don't want to breathe. It hurts I just want... to stop... breathing..." He choked out through his tears. 

Jon shook his head. George was deathly pale, his skin was slowly turning cold, his eyes were glazing over, his movement was slow, and his breathing was very slow. 

Jon bit back the tears as he gazed down at George. "Your not leaving me. Your not leaving this world. You have to stay. YOU HAVE TO!" He pleaded. 

George attempted to slowly get into a sitting position so he could hug Jon. When they hugged, George could smell the sweet smell from Jon's clothing. He smiled. "I have to go. It's my time. I'm not meant to be here anymore."

Jon hugged George tighter. "Your only 25 years old! It's not lik-"

"Ow!" George pulled back from Jon. He rubbed his arms.

Jon grabbed his arm to examine it. He gasped. "George! I told you not to do this ever again!" He screamed.

George pulled his arm back & rubbed it again. "It doesn't matter anymore. I'm going to die anyways, I was just saying to myself, what the hell. Y'know?"

"No! I don't know. Just take a minute and look at yourself! Just LOOK at yourself! Why do you do this to yourself!" Jon screamed.

George hid his face from Jon. "You know why. I did it because I wanted you back."

Jon suddenly grabbed George's hand & held it against his face. "I'm HERE George! I'm real! I'm sitting in front of you!" He cried.

George nodded & slid his arms around Jon's waist. "I just wanted you to love me. REALLY love me."

"I do love you, George." Jon spoke quietly, kissing him on the head again.

George sniffled, crying lightly & quietly into Jon's shirt. "Remember the first day we officially met altogether in band practice? You were so shy. The thing I most remember was you giving me your drum sticks and giving me a mini lesson on how to play the drums. I sucked but you still said I did good because you didn't want to hurt my feelings. I remember when I hovered over the drums and you snuck up behind me to hug me, and you kissed my cheek. My face turned a bright shade of red. I remember laughing awkwardly. It was a nice day. That day was the day I knew I was in love with you. But yet, I never told you that day that I loved you..." He trailed off.

Jon shut his eyes and smiled at the memory. But, after a moment of silence, he snapped them open. He looked down to see that George was still holding onto his waist. But, he wasn't talking. Or breathing.

Jon pushed him off lightly & did everything he could to get George to breathe again. He panicked & screamed when nothing was working. He beat his fists hard on the cold floor. His body was shaking violently from the flood of tears that streamed down his face.

He didn't even realize when he wrapped his arms around George's waist & cuddled him, crying hard into his cold shirt. He's gone. He's gone.

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George laughed. "I'm so fucking BAD at this Jon!  Why do you insist that I should keep trying? It's useless!" He threw the drum sticks at the drum itself.

Jon laughed as well, proceeding to pick up the sticks. "Practice makes perfect, George. You don't know if your good at it if you don't try." He handed the sticks back to him.

George smiled and took the sticks gently. "Yeah, yeah. Okay. Fine. I GUESS I can try again."

Jon smiled back & snuck up behind George to surprise hug him. He kissed George on the cheek.

George blushed & laughed too hard for it to be COMPLETELY obvious that he was in love with his drummer.

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Jon stood outside as he watched the ambulance rush in and get George out of the building. There really wasn't much to see, his vision was blurred from the tears.

Barbara pulled him closer to her to hug him. "I'm so sorry for your loss Jon. We did everything we could to help him. He was a lost cause. He was already gone."

Jon nodded & cried harder. "It's not fair! It's not fai-" His crying stopped him from finishing the sentence.

Barbara did her best to comfort him but it wasn't enough. Nothing was. The only thing that made Jon happy, was George. Now, he would never see him again, never touch him, talk to him, laugh with him, and, most importantly, hear him sing.

The most wonderful quality about George, was his voice. And now, it's gone. Like George.

Even under the influence of drugs, George had a beautiful heart. And it showed. He NEVER stopped loving Jon.

That is what killed Jon the most. Even though Jon pushed him away, he never gave up trying to win him back. But, he went too far. He went over the limits of drug abuse, if that was even possible.

"I loved you..." George's last words rang in Jon's ears. He cried even harder.

He lost his Boy.

Without the Boy, he wasn't a Drummer anymore.

Without both Boy & Drummer, The Drummer's Boy & The Boy's Drummer, was non-existent.

Without The Drummer's Boy & The Boy's Drummer, Culture Club ceased to exist.

The band fell apart. George died of drug abuse, and Jon emotionally died of a broken heart.

And, in the morning, all of the fans will hear the news.

George will forever live in Jon's heart, and in the countless of fan's hearts too.

Aug. 28. 1986.

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*NOT THE LAST CHAPTER* Like 2 Chapters left or something like that. Anyways, we had to put my 4 yr old Chihuahua down. His name was Pepe, and he was very sick. This goes out to Pepe. 4/6/17 will always be a year that I will never forget. I have been in a writer's block so I'm sorry it took me a while to post this. It's hard when you lose your favorite dog, you know? Well, anyways, my brithday's close... It won't be the same though. :( Thank you again for the constant support on this fan-fiction.

~ Zoey x