The sequel as told in Jonathan's perspective. Andrew Rannells has paid his time of three years and is back out in the public, and Jonathan remains single. Will he manage to avoid his past lover? Or are their paths too intertwined to escape from?
Andrew: Missing me already? Ready when u are bby Xxx
I smiled to myself and called an Uber to take me there, tipping the driver as per usual. This time I immediately went to the back entrance and let myself in. "Hello?" "And he's back." Andrew walked in smiling, he looked more alive than yesterday although his wounds were still prevalent. "So what bring you to my humble abode? Apart from missing me of course." "So modest." "Always." He went silent showing the question still stood. "I just thought I'd help look after you, you're still a bit bashed up after yesterday." He smiled gesturing for me to sit down on the couch. "Tea?" "That'd be great thanks." He left the room to make it, I was still weirded out by his detailed assessment yesterday. Yes, he did look good with all the cuts and bruises, especially when his hair was all tousled. I quickly noticed I was blushing and tried to calm down. Am I really into bad guys? He was right it did make sense. A lot of sense really. "Two teas. You alright? You look a bit flustered. Thinking about me?" I looked away. And he immediately chimed in "I'm honoured." I took the tea and placed it on the table beside me, my thoughts all conflicted inside my head. "What's on your mind Jon? You look confused." "It's nothing." "Sure seems like something to me." "Well it's awkward to say out loud." "Well now I'm intrigued." I sighed, trust him to think the most devilish thoughts. "Do you really think I'm into bad guys?" He blinked, clearly taken aback by the question. "Like, I'm not offended at all but it's just disturbing how much sense it would make if I was and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since you mentioned it yesterday." "Well, it makes sense as to how you kept forgiving me when I got worse and worse. And how you were initially trying not to but forgave me nonetheless this time. And how you wanted to take care of me after I was in a fight. Maybe, because you feel so vulnerable you like to have someone you know will protect you, which I will, I know I did the opposite before but I've realised the effects now and promise not to fuck it up." Damn he was right, it did make more and more sense. "So, in this thing going on now, if you are the bad guy supposedly, what am I based on my actions?" "Well, you seem to like to be the indoors type. I'd come home at the end of the day and you'd have made dinner or something, you like to take care of people and be the supposed root of the family if we were to have one." I acknowledged it in my head, that did sound like me. "How can you do that?" "What?" "Just analyse a person so easily." "Well, I was in prison for three years and that's a lot of sitting in a cell. I just analysed cell mates, guards and visitors in my head silently to keep my sanity going. It did help." I hummed in approval. "Well, imagine the stereotypical straight family, that's the easiest way to put it. In the sexist times when men went to work and women did the housework. That's the only link I can find to our relationship. But, it's the 21st century, so you can go out and have fun as much as I can etcetera." I smiled to myself at how he was still analysing my character. It was interesting to find out about myself through others perceptions, before I met Andrew I wouldn't have pegged myself to that type of person but hey, again, it makes a whole lot of sense. I gathered the empty mugs and went to the kitchen to wash up with Andrew following. "You remember that?" "Hmm?" "How much you loved to wash up?" "Not at first but Lin just made me wash up after lunch one day and I found it satisfying so here I am." He laughed and put his hand in the water. "It's not warm enough." I turned on the hot tap more and he smiled "That's better, I prefer it when stuff gets hot." "Calm down hotshot" I laughed as he flicked some water at me. "Hey!" I flicked some back then got a sense of deja vu, how did this end the first time round? I grabbed the dishcloth and soaked it in warm water eyeing how recognition flashed across Andrew's face. Grinning, I wiped it across his beautifully styled hair. I would usually drench his face but it was all bashed up. Andrew's hand immediately went to his hair and realising I ruined his hairstyle he turned to me. "Oh you are so dead." I ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind me, proud of my quick thinking. "There's an issue here Jon, I've got my phone, your phone, the TV and the kitchen out here. I can last all day. You are either gonna get bored or hungry soon and that will be a problem I imagine." He taunted on the other side of the door. What he didn't know was I had ammunition here, with a towel to dry my hands and a constant supply of tap water. He was gonna get drenched. I turned on the tap and entirely soaked the towel through to prepare, then unlocked the door and surged through entirely soaking Andrew's face and hair in water while he just stood there in surprise. Ha. I pulled the towel away then, realising how big it was, in the spur of the moment I just soaked him entirely in the water to my delight. I was shocked at how long he waited outside, I made sure to stay in there for at least an hour but I guess he's persistent. I sat down on the couch but was shortly after disturbed by Andrew picking me up and carrying me upstairs. "Excuse me I was watching a programme." "Hmm, I don't care." He remarked and walked into the upstairs bathroom, by the way he carried me I couldn't look below me to see where he was about to put me down. However I had an idea when I felt ice cold water around my entire body. "Ideal payback, ice bath. Enjoy that and find your own change of clothes." I still had my mouth wide open from the cold and started to try get out but he stopped me. "Nope, stay there for at least half an hour." "W-W-What?" I shivered "As I said, ideal payback. Never muck up a pretty boy's hair." I glared at him as he laughed, my clothes sticking to my body in the cold. "S-S-So c-cold." "I mean there is the danger of you getting a cold from this, but, if so I'll look after you like you looked after me so touché. Besides, my clothes are all wet too." "Not as c-c-cold" "Hmm true but I still have to find a change of clothes too, tell you what, after the time is up I'll have a change of clothes, hot chocolate, slippers, blankets and a movie on to watch together as a sign of a truce." I nodded "I mean you started it with the towel thing, then again, so it's only fair I finish it with the grand finale. We are theatre nerds after all." I rolled my eyes trying to stay as still as possible to preserve body heat. "Wait a sec, that towel thing, Lin can't have told you that because he wasn't there when we had a water fight the first time. Did you remember it yourself just then?" I nodded and he grinned "Holy shit! So all of that's not in some abyss of forgotten stuff! I swear the doctor said you'd never remember a thing again?" I nodded "But you did?" I nodded again. "Wow, you just earned the right to choose what we watch." I smiled "Simpsons movie" "Are you kidding." I smiled shaking my head "Out of all the romantic chick flicks or action movies you end up with the Simpsons movie?" I smiled not bothering to give a reason. Technically I shouldn't have to, the simpsons is the ultimatum. "Fine. You've only got ten minutes left so I'm gonna get everything ready, don't you dare come out early." "I came out when I was 20?" He rolled his eyes chuckling "You know what I mean smartypants." With that he left the room and I started to move my fingers to get the feeling back into them, they had already gone all wrinkly but I didn't want to be paralysed today thanks. Still bored I began to hum 'you are my sunshine' to myself until I heard footsteps coming back up the stairs. "I understand why you were Kristoff in Frozen, come on out you get." I laughed and slowly attempted to stand, it was difficult amongst my body shaking and my clothes pulling me down but eventually I stood shivering. "Here's a dry towel. You know, a dry one. Dry yourself up and get changed then come downstairs for the most unromantic movie ever." He jokingly remarked and left the room, I rolled my eyes and dried off, my clothes forming a puddle on the floor. Part of me wanted to clear it up but Andrew made me get in the bath so he can. In a neat pile by the door I saw some boxers and probably the comfiest hoodie I'd ever seen in my life:
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I immediately put it on and hugged myself in bliss, putting on the boxers I walked downstairs to see a pillow fort with Andrew inside and various blankets. "Holy shit you look cute in that." I blushed sitting down next to him and he immediately covered me in blankets explaining "I doubt you warmed up that quick." I snuggled into the blankets as he pressed play and Homer Simpson appeared on screen.
