Mummy had suggested rather vaguely that I should have a house of my own in London, and the idea had been nagging at me for several weeks. I might have lost all interest in it, but after the incident with George and John, I just...I just needed to be away from the possibility of being walked in on by them. The idea of being away from George carried
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We finally made it to the house and I followed him in. I glanced around the doorway area and smiled. It seemed pretty nice actually. Brian had always had good taste though so I assumed as much. "Its nice, Brian. From what I can tell at least." I gave him a reassuring nod.
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"Fine. If you're still so pissed off at me, then why did you bring me along Brian?" I looked down at my shoe and tried to calm myself down before I got too angry, or walked out the door before he could say anything else.
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"Because I rather thought we could behave decently towards each other for more than five minutes. Obviously I was mistaken."
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. If I carried on like this, I'd be shrieking at him, and we'd probably wind up arguing again.
"I'm tired of...everything, John. I miss speaking to you civilly."
And I rather missed the days when the biggest complication in my life was my attraction to him. Why, he used to enjoy teasing me, or so I would assume. I couldn't even think when things had changed for us. Was it before or after I'd gotten involved with George?
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It was true after all. Things had been so awful between us lately. It had never been easy to talk to him though.
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I cut myself off quickly. I'd intended on bringing up what I'd seen on the plane home, about him fucking Paul in my bed, but...that certainly wouldn't be the best thing to say.
I settled for sighing, and saying, "It's hard for the obvious reasons, John, I suppose. My own...vices."
Easiest to blame all of this on my attraction to him, which was, in a way, partially responsible for it all anyways.
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I had forgotten that there had been the possibility of him seeing Paul and I on the plane. I had talked to George about it before when he said Brian had been acting odd. Still, I didn't know for sure but I really couldn't ask him. That would give everything away. That certainly would explain the tension between us though.
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"We used to talk. You were very engaging, when we first met...it was one of the reasons I took you to Spain, you know. I enjoyed your company very much." I bit my lip before adding, "I still do, in spite of everything."
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Memories from that trip suddenly came flooding back to me and I ran a shaky hand through my hair. When had we stoppped talking? Just what had happened between us anyways?
"Spain." I whispered bitterly. "Those were the days, yeah? Back when I was engaging."
I had no idea what I was saying. I didn't really like to talk about that trip in particular. It just brought up too many confusing feelings.
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Not that anything had changed. I'd just gotten better at hiding it.
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"Do you still get like that when you're around me?" I asked curiously. I always knew how Brian had felt about me, but I wondered if anything had changed as of late.
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Well, he always had enjoyed teasing me. I could only assume he was trying to figure out if it would still be good sport to start back in with the flirting and the touching, leading me on until I could scream from desire, only to flit away with a wicked little laugh...
"Truthfully, John..." I bit my lip, then murmured, "Yes. Most of the time, yes."
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I knew it. I didn't think things had changed that much. I had a feeling he'd always want me. I didn't really know how I felt about it. It had always been so confusing to me. For some reason, I loved knowing that he wanted me. It gave me some sense of power over him.
"You shouldn't." I mumbled.
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"Do you think I don't know that?" I said quietly. "No one knows that more than I. Aside from the unprofessional nature of my feelings...it's impossible, for many reasons."
Mostly for the fact that he was apparently fucking Paul McCartney. I winced at that, and looked away from him.
"But I cannot change it, though not for lack of trying. It's rather hopeless, and I suppose it shall remain this way until I die."
That was a bit overdramatic, but the longevity of this particular infatuation was...well, extraordinary. I'd never found a man I'd wanted for more than five minutes before him, and well...there was George but I supposed that that was different.
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"You don't have to be so dramatic you know." I said quietly.
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"I don't have to be, but it's a habit...distracts me for the truth of the situation, I suppose. Besides, there is something of the dramatic in the situation." I chuckled ruefully. "A tragedy, perhaps."
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I bit my lip and let out a shaky sigh. I knew I should have said something, but nothing was coming to mind. Nothing he would want to hear at least.
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