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Title: What More Can I Give?
Chapter: 4
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and gay kissing
Pairing: Wonderful Jeith (with a little John/Roger, maybe)
Circa: 1975, during their Cleveland concert
P.O.V.: John, then later Keith
Disclaimer: The kiss did happen, but the rest didn't. The Who is respectfully owned by themselves and no-one else.
(John's P.O.V.)
After the plane landed, we went to our hotel first and unpacked the rest of our things. I took a shower and later settled down in the room where Keith and I will stay for an entire week (it's always like that ever since). I wanted to talk to him but I couldn't because, I dunno. Scared? Nervous? Worried he'll not accept my apology? We also avoided glances because it's a little distracting sometimes. That one glance at his face could send me to a powerful trance because he's still my little boy, the person who lights up my heart with smiles, jokes, and giggles, and the one that I'll always love no matter what.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, we went to the stadium and did a sound check. My bass guitar worked properly and it sounded great, thanks to my new equipment. Keith's drum also sounded great as ever. Roger practiced his dangerous routine, the mic swinging, and almost hit me in the face, good thing I stepped away from it quickly. I saw Pete and Keith talking at the far right corner of the stage and I can't help but get a wee bit jealous. I went offstage and Roger followed me.
"Ey, John." He entered the room with his curly golden hair bouncing.
"Oh, Roger, hi." I replied.
"Are you alright?" I know he's concerned.
"I don't know if I am."
He approached me and sat beside me on the couch. "Aw, why?"
A felt a tear roll down my cheek. "Keith..."
"What's with- oh..." He knew it, too.
"Aw, John. You'll be fine," He comforted me "Why don't you say sorry to him?"
"Uh, I can't. It hurts me."
"Well, there must be something you can do..." He told me.
"I know. I will really do something for him."
"Now, smile. Please." He said "I hate to see you sad and crying like that."
After I eased up, I smiled. Roger has made my day better. "Thank you, Rog."
I hugged him and we stood up. "There. Now you look better." He chuckled.
~*
(5 hours later)
We ate dinner at six and quickly motored off to the stadium. We fixed ourselves and got ready for a great night.
Of course, I find it hard conflating with Keith because of our broken relationship. I just hope this goes perfectly.
After an hour of rather cursed bass-plucking and drumming, the gig was over and we got to center stage. Keith approached and unhesitatingly held my hand as we bowed to the wonderful Who fans of Ohio. Then, he turned to face me and said
"John, from the bottom of the deepest, darkest chamber of my bloody heart, I'm sorry and I love you much more than anyone else in the entire world. But I know you hate me, so..." He touched my face and pressed his soft lips against mine. I tried not to cry but my tears fell down. He does love me. Oh Lord forgive me.
After he parted away, I could still see sadness all over his face. He slowly backed away and went offstage. There I stood with my eyes wide and welled up with tears. My mind was like a messed-up jigsaw puzzle that had to be fixed quickly or else I might go amok or what other sort of breakdown. What now, Entwistle? Hurry up before it's too late... Voices seemed to ring in my ear.
Then, this very unusual idea popped up in my cranium. I smiled; that would be the perfect thing to do. I headed straight to the dressing room for a change of shirt and told Pete I'll going out for a little while and be back later.
~*
(Keith's P.O.V.)
My heart feels much better now. It's up to John if he takes it to the heart or will not, but of course I hope he does...
After I changed my shirt (actually I borrowed John's shirt because I forgot to bring one, AGAIN), I sat down and had a drink, waiting for time to pass by. After, like, 15 minutes, Pete came up to me and said "Keith, someone wants to see you.","Who?" I asked. "He didn't tell his name, but I think it's important." he replied. "Oh, okay. Where is he?", "In the other room." I stood up and went with Pete.
When we entered the room I saw the "man". The "man" he was saying was John, and there he stood with a wonderful bouquet of flowers. "Hello, Keith." he said with his utterly deep voice. "H-hullo J-John..." my heart raced.
Then Pete closed the door behind me. Gosh, I've never been more nervous in my entire life. I gulped for air and approached him nervously. The moment my face was only a few centimeters away from his, he whispered in to my ear, "Can I ask you something?"
"S-sure. Whatever it is." I replied quietly. Then he knelt in front of me and recited,
"Keith John Moon, you know very much I love you. There's only one thing you should do, love me like i love you."
Oh my God
This is really true...
I blushed as Pete took some pictures of us. John stared at me with his blue eyes, begging me to say yes. "Oh fuck, of course I gonna say yes, Johnnie. I love you more than anyone else in the entire world." I told him. When he stood up, I willingly accepted the bouquet and put it down for a while. I pulled him closer to me and kissed him passionately. Pete's camera snapped again and Roger got really giggly. After our lips parted, I asked him "Wait, what about Allison?" He smiled and replied "Don't worry, she doesn't know, and I promise I won't tell her." "Promise?" he pressed his lips against mine "I promise, love." I'm really gonna swoon anytime now. "PETE IF ANY OF THAT PICTURES COMES OUT ON THE PAPERS I WILL FUCKING FLUSH YOU DOWN THE LOO!" I exclaimed, making John laugh. "Don't worry, I won't." Pete shivered. Ha! I scared him!
(A few minutes later...)
"Well, what now?" I asked them, as John allowed me to sit on his lap.
"Oh, I know! Maybe we can reenact 'A Quick One'!" Pete snapped.
"Good idea. I'll be Ivor." John said and gave me the "look"
"Yeah, and I'll play the girl guide."
~*
The End :)
Chapter: 4
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and gay kissing
Pairing: Wonderful Jeith (with a little John/Roger, maybe)
Circa: 1975, during their Cleveland concert
P.O.V.: John, then later Keith
Disclaimer: The kiss did happen, but the rest didn't. The Who is respectfully owned by themselves and no-one else.
(John's P.O.V.)
After the plane landed, we went to our hotel first and unpacked the rest of our things. I took a shower and later settled down in the room where Keith and I will stay for an entire week (it's always like that ever since). I wanted to talk to him but I couldn't because, I dunno. Scared? Nervous? Worried he'll not accept my apology? We also avoided glances because it's a little distracting sometimes. That one glance at his face could send me to a powerful trance because he's still my little boy, the person who lights up my heart with smiles, jokes, and giggles, and the one that I'll always love no matter what.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, we went to the stadium and did a sound check. My bass guitar worked properly and it sounded great, thanks to my new equipment. Keith's drum also sounded great as ever. Roger practiced his dangerous routine, the mic swinging, and almost hit me in the face, good thing I stepped away from it quickly. I saw Pete and Keith talking at the far right corner of the stage and I can't help but get a wee bit jealous. I went offstage and Roger followed me.
"Ey, John." He entered the room with his curly golden hair bouncing.
"Oh, Roger, hi." I replied.
"Are you alright?" I know he's concerned.
"I don't know if I am."
He approached me and sat beside me on the couch. "Aw, why?"
A felt a tear roll down my cheek. "Keith..."
"What's with- oh..." He knew it, too.
"Aw, John. You'll be fine," He comforted me "Why don't you say sorry to him?"
"Uh, I can't. It hurts me."
"Well, there must be something you can do..." He told me.
"I know. I will really do something for him."
"Now, smile. Please." He said "I hate to see you sad and crying like that."
After I eased up, I smiled. Roger has made my day better. "Thank you, Rog."
I hugged him and we stood up. "There. Now you look better." He chuckled.
~*
(5 hours later)
We ate dinner at six and quickly motored off to the stadium. We fixed ourselves and got ready for a great night.
Of course, I find it hard conflating with Keith because of our broken relationship. I just hope this goes perfectly.
After an hour of rather cursed bass-plucking and drumming, the gig was over and we got to center stage. Keith approached and unhesitatingly held my hand as we bowed to the wonderful Who fans of Ohio. Then, he turned to face me and said
"John, from the bottom of the deepest, darkest chamber of my bloody heart, I'm sorry and I love you much more than anyone else in the entire world. But I know you hate me, so..." He touched my face and pressed his soft lips against mine. I tried not to cry but my tears fell down. He does love me. Oh Lord forgive me.
After he parted away, I could still see sadness all over his face. He slowly backed away and went offstage. There I stood with my eyes wide and welled up with tears. My mind was like a messed-up jigsaw puzzle that had to be fixed quickly or else I might go amok or what other sort of breakdown. What now, Entwistle? Hurry up before it's too late... Voices seemed to ring in my ear.
Then, this very unusual idea popped up in my cranium. I smiled; that would be the perfect thing to do. I headed straight to the dressing room for a change of shirt and told Pete I'll going out for a little while and be back later.
~*
(Keith's P.O.V.)
My heart feels much better now. It's up to John if he takes it to the heart or will not, but of course I hope he does...
After I changed my shirt (actually I borrowed John's shirt because I forgot to bring one, AGAIN), I sat down and had a drink, waiting for time to pass by. After, like, 15 minutes, Pete came up to me and said "Keith, someone wants to see you.","Who?" I asked. "He didn't tell his name, but I think it's important." he replied. "Oh, okay. Where is he?", "In the other room." I stood up and went with Pete.
When we entered the room I saw the "man". The "man" he was saying was John, and there he stood with a wonderful bouquet of flowers. "Hello, Keith." he said with his utterly deep voice. "H-hullo J-John..." my heart raced.
Then Pete closed the door behind me. Gosh, I've never been more nervous in my entire life. I gulped for air and approached him nervously. The moment my face was only a few centimeters away from his, he whispered in to my ear, "Can I ask you something?"
"S-sure. Whatever it is." I replied quietly. Then he knelt in front of me and recited,
"Keith John Moon, you know very much I love you. There's only one thing you should do, love me like i love you."
Oh my God
This is really true...
I blushed as Pete took some pictures of us. John stared at me with his blue eyes, begging me to say yes. "Oh fuck, of course I gonna say yes, Johnnie. I love you more than anyone else in the entire world." I told him. When he stood up, I willingly accepted the bouquet and put it down for a while. I pulled him closer to me and kissed him passionately. Pete's camera snapped again and Roger got really giggly. After our lips parted, I asked him "Wait, what about Allison?" He smiled and replied "Don't worry, she doesn't know, and I promise I won't tell her." "Promise?" he pressed his lips against mine "I promise, love." I'm really gonna swoon anytime now. "PETE IF ANY OF THAT PICTURES COMES OUT ON THE PAPERS I WILL FUCKING FLUSH YOU DOWN THE LOO!" I exclaimed, making John laugh. "Don't worry, I won't." Pete shivered. Ha! I scared him!
(A few minutes later...)
"Well, what now?" I asked them, as John allowed me to sit on his lap.
"Oh, I know! Maybe we can reenact 'A Quick One'!" Pete snapped.
"Good idea. I'll be Ivor." John said and gave me the "look"
"Yeah, and I'll play the girl guide."
~*
The End :)