'39 - A John Deacon FanFiction

Chapter 12 Teaser

I thought I would give you guys a small teaser since...boy oh boy is the next chapter a big one. Chapter comes out on Monday and this will probably be deleted when it comes out but 🤷‍♀️ idk about that yet.

Also, this is completely unedited and subject to change. Enjoy!
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"Are you avoiding me?" He asked. Placing the remote down by his side and turning his full attention toward me. I stood completely frozen in my spot. I guess I hadn't done the best job of hiding it from him. My non-answer gave him everything he needed to know. "Why?" He was more serious and stern than before.

"You wouldn't understand." I finally spoke. It's like he pulled it right out of me.

"Try me." He retorted, standing up from the couch.

"I can't," I replied. "I just can't."

"Did I do something wrong? Did I push you too far? Because if I'm remembering that other night correctly, then you were just as into it as I was." He took a couple steps closer to me. I was still glued to my spot.

"I loved what we did together the other night," I admitted. There was no point in hiding it. He could tell that I liked it from how I was kissing him.

"Then what is it? Why are you avoiding me?" He was a little angrier now. Not raising his voice, but I could tell that he was at the edge with all of this. He had just about enough with my teasing and wishy-washy behavior.

"I can't explain that to you. I'm not even sure if I know myself." I had spent the last two days trying to rationalize what I was doing to him, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't fully understand what I was doing. There was always something in me that told me that this wasn't the best thing. That being with him is what we both needed.

"What the hell am I supposed to think?" He said, walking right up to me. Only a step between the two of us. "First, we dance together and almost kiss. Something that I simply brushed off as you not being ready. And then we get close again and drink and make out on your couch. You even straddled me for Christ's sake. Now, you seem to want nothing to do with me. I don't understand." It hurt me to know that he was thinking about the same exact thing I was. But, from another angle. An angle that made him think I wasn't deeply in love with him.

"I-I," I couldn't finish. Nothing was coming out of my mouth. I couldn't form words anymore. Everything he said was true.

"Do you even like me?" He asked. His voice returning to the softness it once had. His eyes turned down in sadness at his own words.

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See you on Monday! 😊