A Turn of Events

Chapter 2

The Studio was dark. Paul arrived to John sitting in a soft chair with his guitar on his lap. He was holding a piece of paper in his hands, his eyes were glued to the paper, seemingly reading it over and over. "Hey John?" Paul asked, wanting to know what was bugging him. "Yeh Paul?" "What's that you're reading? New lyrics?" "No Paul. It's a letter from Cynthia. She's taking custody of Julian." John clearly didn't love her enough to call her "Cyn" anymore. Paul looked around the dark room, hoping he might find a response. He didn't know whether to be more concerned for his friend, or about the fact that it would now be harder to tell John how he felt. "I'm sorry John. I'm sure you could get visiting rights. He is your son after all". John gave a half hearted smile. "Yeh. Let's get writing then?"  Paul figured he would give John a little bit to cool down over some songwriting before he said anything risky. John and Paul sat in darkness, the only light coming from a lamp, illuminating nothing but the papers on the table, the guitar strings, and hopefully not Paul's nervous fingers or the embarrassing tent beginning to form in his pants.
       John's eyes met Pauls as he finished singing the lyrics to a song they just wrote. Paul intently paid attention to the way John's lips moved around the words that slipped out of his mouth, "I found out that love was more than just holding hands". John strummed on Paul's guitar to show him how it should go. Paul's mind was racing. If there was any time to tell John, it was now. "Aye John..." He tried to get John's attention, hoping his nerves wouldn't show. "Yes Paul? You seem a bit shaken up." Paul felt nauseous, but that's nothing he would admit to. "I do have something to tell you John, but you might not like what it is." "Well spit it out then. Let's hear it."