I won't share you

Oswestry rd.

Long stretches of hills and stone walls passed by the car window. The soft sound of the radio was the only sound heard. Once in a while Stephen would tell us all a joke. Mike seemed to be feeling better. He would laugh at the jokes. I felt a hand on mine. I looked down to see Johnny's. As I looked up to him I noticed he was smiling. But his eyes were wet with tears. I squeezed his hand tight. The usual clouds turned grey.

We soon arrived at the place we planned to stay on Oswestry rd.
"We are here!" Johnny chimed. Everyone made an approving sound.
"Finally." Said Craig stepping out of the car once we came to a holt. The place was nice with interesting color.
Once we got our luggage from the car we went inside. We checked in. Mike would have his room. Craig and Stephen decided to share a room. Sadly Angie made Johnny promise that he and I would not get a room together.
"Sorry Mozza," he said patting my shoulder. The others went in their rooms. Johnny leaned in and kissed my cheek. Then went in his room. I sighed as I walked in mine. As I put my stuff down, I flopped on the bed.
  "Yet another day of sitting alone reading Oscar Wilde." There was a knock on the door. I lay deciding if I should open it or just stay there. There was another knock. This time I lazily got up and opened the door a crack. "Yes?" I said. I was met by Mike's face. "Oh hi Mike." His face seemed like he was not happy to be there.
  "Hi. Sorry if I interrupted you and Wilde." He tried for a smile.
  "No, not at all. Did you want to talk about something?" He looked down.
  "yeah. I just remembered something Andy said. I thought you need that right now." His eyes were still at the ground. 
  "Oh..." I hoped it wasn't something about staying strong.
  "We had been talking late one night, at my place, and he started on talking about You and Johnny." My face went red. "he said-"

•Flash back to that night•
(Andy is laying on Mike's Bed. Mike was sat with his back against the bed. Also Mike Pov)

"I don't understand it all. They obviously love each other. Johnny is just going to end up hurting Angie. I know he is confused but he needs to decide soon." Andy said his eyes to the  ceiling.
  "I suppose. And I want Johnny to be happy to, But are you sure Angie would be okay? They have been together for so long.-" Andy sat up.
"Mike, clearly you don't know Angie. She is stronger than she looks. I think if Johnny truely loves Moz.... he has to let her go." I knew that.

(Back to now. Moz Pov)

  "I thought you should hear that." I knew what he was trying to say.
  "Thank you for telling me. But I don't think it will do me any good. I'm not Johnny. I can't make the decision for him." He nodded.
  "I just want you to know I'm here for you through all of this." He weakly smiled.
  "Thank you Mike." He walked off. I stood thinking about what he said. I decided I was going to talk to Johnny.
  I made my way to his room. My hand hesitated. I knew I had to talk though. My hand knocked on the door.
  "Yeah?" Johnny's voice carried through the door.
  "It's Morrissey." There was shuffling then the door opened. Johnny's face appeared. There was a breeze that bellow behind him and onto me.
  "Hey Mozza. What is it?" He said smiling. I fiddled  with my hands. The alluring light coming from the hall lamps made me want to run back to my room.
  "Johnny, can I talk to you?" His smile faded."Alone." He nodded then I followed him into his room. The window was open making the curtains float about.