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Two Weeks Later
"Hey," Monica text. Her contact with John had been less frequent. It had nothing to do with him and everything to do with, well, she wasn't sure anymore. Joe's words from the Trevor/Joe Showdown in the Kitchen, were still reverberating in her head.
"I have you figured out, Trevor. You saw Frisco being successful being in a band so you formed a band. He played Sweet Caroline's, you practically live there and then he plays Down the Rabbit Hole and didn't you play there last month? But you never ever emulated the parts of Frisco that matter; his charm, good looks and overall badassness. Now John has shown up and you know you can't emulate him at all so you need him gone before Mo realizes that you're fake as fuck and moves on," Joe said with his judging you face firmly in tact.
Trevor had said to Mo, that it wasn't true and she had told him that she knew it wasn't true but even in that moment that wasn't the absolute truth. The things that Joe said made a lot of sense. They just did. There was no getting around that. While Trevor had had HeartAttak before Frisco put his band together they were just a lame garage band. They never had any gigs until Frisco started playing Sweet Caroline's. Then there's the whole Trevor wanting John gone thing before she realized that he, Trevor, was fake as fuck.
Trevor had seemed jealous of someone he didn't really know. John and Mo were friends; which is what confused her about his outburst. Not to mention the horrible things he said to Joe. She didn't know what to think or do but over the past two weeks Trevor had been serenading her, taking her to dinners and buying her things, trying to prove that Joe was wrong about him. It wasn't working all that well.
"Hey," she read in John's text. "Long time, no text." Mo rolled her eyes playfully at the corny text message.
"Yeah sorry. How are you?"
"Honestly?"
"Yeah, of course," she text him.
"Wet," he text back.
"What?" Monica sent back.
"It's raining and I can't get inside," she read in John's text.
"Why not?"
"Because I hadn't rang the doorbell so that you could let us in." Monica almost dropped her phone. She looked at the message again before getting to her feet and going to the door. She stood on her tiptoes and peered out the small windows and low and behold, standing there being pelted by fat raindrops, was John and his best friend Randy. Monica put her feet flat on the floor and put her head against the door just as her phone sounded again. She touched the new message. "I saw you. Come on, Mo. Let us in. Please." She sighed heavily, looked down at her short shorts and form fitting tank top, rolled her eyes and pulled the door open.
"Come in," she said with a smile. They stepped inside and instantly began to shed their soaked jackets and shoes. Monica noticed they each had a bag with them as they followed her to the living room. "So, what are you guys doing here?"
"Joe invited us," John told her.
"Ok but why are you here?" she asked.
"Well, it's Tuesday and we got the rest of the week off, so Joe invited us that barbecue that Frisco is having on Saturday," Randy said.
"Let it go," Mo laughed, patting Randy on the arm, "no, I mean what are you doing here? In my house?"
"Oh, Joe said we could stay here," John answered.
"Of course he did," Mo muttered. She pulled her phone in front of her and her thumbs moved quickly across the screen. "Joe, what the hell?"
"What bitch? I'm not with you," Joe text back.
"John and Randy are here," she sent him back.
"Oh."
"That's all you have to say? I didn't know they were coming," Monica text.
"So? I did. I'll be home in ten minutes," he text her.
"Where is Joe anyway?" Randy asked.
"He had to go out and get some stuff," Mo answered.
"Oh. Ok. Well uh, maybe we should talk about sleeping arrangements," John said.
"Well, Claudette is staying at Frisco's. He's into hosting a party but when it come to the actual planning, he's NID," Monica said.
"NID?" Randy questioned.
"Not into details," she chuckled, "um anyway, we've got this pull-out," she said patting the sofa. "It's never been slept on and this is a new couch so it should be comfy and my sister's room."
"I'll take..." Randy started.
"You should take Claudette's room," Mo said as she grabbed John's bag.
"I was going to..." Randy started again.
"Going to take the couch," Mo said, "Yeah I know," she laughed as John took his bag and followed her up the stairs. She opened the first door at the top of the stairs and he followed her inside.
"Oh, I get it," John laughed as he set his bag in the closet.
"Get what?" Mo said as she sat down on the bed.
"You didn't want Randy snooping in your sister's drawers," he chuckled.
"Basically."
"Are you sure this is ok?"
"Why wouldn't it be ok?" Monica asked.
"This is your house," John said. "if our being here is inconvenient or..."
"Why would it be inconvenient?" she asked shifting a little.
"I don't know," John whispered.
"Well, let's go."
"Ok."
John held the door open for Mo and they made their way back downstairs. On the way they heard Joe and Randy laughing.
"That's can't be good," Monica said over her shoulder to John as they stepped into the living room.
"I see, you showed John to Claudette's room," Joe said as he put out fruit, vegetable and meat and cheese platters.
"Obviously," Mo said plopping down on the couch.
"I'm sitting right here," Randy chimed in.
"And you know you're a perv," Joe said.
"What?" Randy asked.
"Look here, Randy. You are going to sleep on this pull-out and keep your hands out of the panty drawer," Joe said as he handed Randy a plate of food.
"You think I'd go through a panty drawer?" Randy asked. "I'm not a lame."
"Not a lame," Joe said, as he sat down with his own plate, "just a panty sniffer." Mo and John laughed out loud.
"I'm not a panty sniffer," Randy said rolling his eyes. "I don't need to root around in someone's panty drawer. Why would I when all I have to do is wait for them to be offered to me for my job well done?"
"That's gross," Mo laughed with a yuck face.
"Words out of my mouth," Joe laughed.
The four friends continued talking. The front door opened and they all turned to see who entered the house.
"Mo!" Trevor's voice sounded.
"In the living room," Mo called back.
"We gonna have to start locking the door if the boyfriends can't learn to knock," Joe commented as Trevor entered the living room.
"Oh," Trevor said stopping in the doorway. "I didn't know you had company."
"I didn't either," Mo said.
"I invited them to Frisco's," Joe said.
"Oh," Trevor said taking a seat next to Mo. He pulled her close to him and they shared her plate of food. Joe rolled his eyes.
"I'll be right back," John said as he got to feet. He ran upstairs and quickly returned with some papers. "Here," he said holding them to Trevor.
"What's this?" Trevor asked, looking at the pages in his hands.
"Uh, last month, Mo and I were talking and she told me that you were trying to figure out how to get a deal," John said. "So, I had her send me an audio file and a video of you guys performing and I gave it to my boss and then I got this stuff back."
"Nathan Fetton," Trevor read on the card in his hand.
"Yeah, uh, so he sent that contract and told me that he loved the band and the sound he wanted to snatch you up before some other label did," John told him. "WWE Music is really interested."
"Oh," Trevor said shocked. Joe and Randy shared a quick glance. "Thank you."
"No problem," John said.
"Thank you, John," Mo said smiling.
"It's not a big deal. I know that you support him, you know and I know you said that he's stubborn so I figured, if I brought this stuff to him with you here, you could support him and encourage him to take the deal," John said returning her smile.
"Anybody want something to drink?" Joe said standing up.
"Yeah, I'll help," Randy said getting up too.
"We'll be back," Joe said as he led Randy toward the kitchen.
"Uh so John's an idiot," Randy said as he watched Joe grab some bottles of juice out of the fridge.
"I know why I think so, but why do you say that?" Joe asked.
"That dumb ass just made a move and he doesn't even know it," Randy said.
"This is going to be fantastic," Joe said. "I feel like this is the beginning of the end of Trevor and I couldn't be happier," he said as they grabbed the juice and headed back to the living room.
"Hey guys," Claudette said as she and Frisco entered the living room, hand in hand. "What's up?"
"John got Trevor a record deal with WWE Music," Joe said his eyes wide.
"Oh, congratulations!" Claudette said with a sincere smile.
"Thank you," Trevor smiled back.
"So, Randy, help me and Claudette bring some more apps in from the kitchen," Joe said pulling the two of them up.
"He got him a record deal?" Claudette asked when the three of them were in the kitchen. "What?!"
"Yes girl," Joe said as he went into the cabinet. "He's talking about he brought the contract because he knew that Mo supports his dumb ass and and he would need encouragement from her."
"Wow," Claudette said as they got the appetizers together. "So now what?"
"Now we...I don't know yet," Joe said as the three of them picked up the trays of food. "Let's just go with the flow for now," he told them as they exited the kitchen. When they returned to the living room they found Trevor and Frisco talking cordially about the contract John had given Trevor.
"This deal is obese, Trevor," Frisco said flipping through the pages. "It's a four album deal, they want you to be the CEO of the band and, fuck man, the signing bonus alone is enough to sign."
"How much is it?" Trevor asked smiling.
"$200,000," Frisco told him.
"Damn! Ok, um what does CEO mean, though?" Trevor asked.
"It means that even though you're a group you make all the final decisions concerning the band," Frisco explained.
"Oh but..." Trevor started.
"But what, baby?" Mo interrupted. "It's your band."
"I know but..."
"No buts dude," Frisco said. "You're Trevor Hart. You made the decision to have your stage name be Trevor Heart. You write all the songs, sing all the songs, play lead guitar, book all the gigs. It's your fucking band. Those dudes are just there to make you look good," he told him. "It's a good idea."
"You think so?" Trevor asked Mo.
"I do. Frisco's right. You know that," she smiled.
"Alright, well, I've gotta go. Band meeting," he said getting to his feet. "I'll see ya," he said kissing Mo and exiting the house.
"That was cool of you, John," Claudette said as she handed Frisco a plate of veggies.
"It was nothing. I just wanted to help, you know," John told her.
"Yeah, I get that," she nodded.
xxx
A few hours later, Trevor returned to the townhouse.
"Mo!" he beamed as he strode into the living room and lifted her into his arms and kissed her. "I've got a deal!"
"Congratulations, Trevor!" Mo beamed and kissed him back.
"Yeah, thank you. We took it down to legal aid, went over it, signed it, sent it back, Mr. Fetton called me and laid out the details and within minutes after that, the signing bonus was in my account and it was official," Trevor said as he sat down and pulled her with him.
"I'm really happy for you," Mo told him.
"Thank you," he said, "but um, I have to, um..."
"What?"
"Move."
"What?" Mo asked shocked.
"We have the choice to move to New York or to Stamford. We're thinking New York; seems more like our scene," Trevor explained.
"For how long?" she asked him.
"However long it takes to record the album," he replied. Mo nodded. "I want you to come with me." Joe, Claudette, Randy and Frisco watched John stiffen at Trevor's words.
"Trevor..." Mo started.
"Please. Come with me," he said.
"I can't," she told him. "I have the show."
"I know but how much money is that really making you?" Trevor asked. "I want us to be together."
"It's enough and I don't do the show alone. I'm not going to abandon it," Mo explained. "And just because you move doesn't mean we're not together, right?"
"I know but I want to see you every day," Trevor said caressing her cheek. "I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too but you have to do what you have to do, baby," she said nuzzling into his hand.
"Alright, well, I've gotta go. I've gotta pack. I have a favor to ask though," he said standing up.
"What's that?" Mo asked, trying to keep the sadness from seeping into her voice.
"I'm turning my apartment over," he said. "Whenever I get back, I'm gonna need a place to stay. Would be ok if I stayed with you?"
"Of course I say yes but I don't live here alone," Mo told him. Trevor turned to Claudette.
"It's cool, Trevor," she said with a smile.
"Thank you," he said. Trevor rolled his eyes and turned to Joe.
"It's fine since you are no longer mediocre," Joe told him.
"Right, thanks," Trevor chortled. "I love you, Monica," Trevor asked softly as he leaned down and kissed her deeply. "I'll catch you guys later," he said once he broke their kiss. They all bid him goodbye and with another silent, longing look at Mo and a wave Trevor was gone.
John moved over beside Mo and put his arm around her.
"You ok?" he asked.
"No," she said with a sad smile, "but this is a good thing for him."
"I'm sure Claudette and Joe would have understood if you had gone with him," John said.
"Maybe but I wasn't going to abandon them or the show," she told him. "This is where my life is."
"I understand," John nodded.
"I'm going to go lay down," Mo announced to the room. They all waved to her as she got to her feet and climbed the stairs to the second floor.
"Well, let's just order some dinner," Claudette said as she pulled out the menus they kept stashed in the magazine rack.
xxx
After dinner Frisco and Claudette announced that they're going to be spending the night instead of going back to his place.
"Joe," John said as he, Joe and Randy lounged around the living room.
"Yeah?" Joe said as he sipped his martini.
"I need a place to sleep."
"Oh. Come with me," Joe said getting up. John followed him up the stairs. "We have a guest room."
"Oh, ok, hold on. Let me get my bag out of Claudette's room," John said as he knocked on the door.
"Come in," Frisco's voice answered.
"I need to grab my bag," John said opening the door.
"Oh, alright," Frisco said as he watched John go the closet and pull his suitcase out. "Night, man."
"Night," John said as he exited the room and closed the door behind him. "Ok, let's go," he said to Joe. Joe nodded and lead him to the end of the hallway. He turned the knob and the darkened room was revealed. "There's a bathroom in there so sleep tight.
"Thanks Joe," John said as he entered. Joe nodded and flounced off. John put his suitcase by the foot of the bed before he headed toward the bathroom. Once he was finished brushing it teeth and changing into his low slung sweatpants he climbed into the bed.
"What the hell are you doing?" Mo screamed.
"Oh my God!" John yelled. "Mo! I'm sorry!"
"What are you doing in here?" she asked him, pulling the sheet up around her.
"Joe told me this was a spare room," he explained. "Your sister and Frisco stayed so I didn't have anywhere to sleep. I can go," he said as he flipped the covers back.
"No," Mo said, her voice calm now, "you don't have to go."
"But...I don't want to make you uncomfortable," John said, turning to face her.
"I'm not uncomfortable. We're friends right?" she asked leaning up on her elbows.
"Of course we are," he nodded.
"Then get back in the bed. It's fine," Mo smiled. "And don't ask me if I'm sure. I'm sure." John chuckled and climbed back under the covers. They were silent for a few moments.
"You ok?" he asked.
"No," she answered.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"Only to say that Trevor is one of those "out of sight, out of mind" people."
"I don't know what that means though," John told her.
"It means that after a few months in New York, he'll forget about me until one day he'll see my name in his phone and then he'll call me to break up," Mo explained.
"You don't know he'll forget about you," John said softly. "Why would he?"
"It wouldn't be on purpose," she said. "He'd just want the album to be so perfect that all of his focus would be on that and not that he has someone several states away missing him."
"Does he have a history of "out of sight, out of mind"?"
"Yes."
"With you?" John asked.
"No. Other people," Mo answered.
"Are you sure that would happen?" he questioned.
"Of course not, but it's likely," she replied.
They were silent again.
"Oh."
"Oh what?"
"I just don't understand," John said.
"What don't you understand?" Mo asked.
"I don't understand how he could forget you," he said in a low adverb.
"Why?" she asked tautly.
"You're you," John whispered. "You're fun, funny and loving, caring and smart. That's a combination of things that seem pretty unforgettable to me."
"Oh," Mo said with wide eyes. She was thankful that the room was dark so that John couldn't see her blushing. She took a deep breath before she scooted closer to him and hugged him. "Um, thank you."
"Fuck! What are you doing, Cena?" John thought to himself as he hugged her back. "Yeah, no problem," he said aloud.
"Good night, John," she said softly.
"Goodnight Mo," he said his tone matching hers. He laid awake waiting for her to fall asleep. She still had her arms wrapped around him and he was finding it hard to breath with her this close to him. When Mo's breathing became heavy and her body relaxed, John relaxed. His mind was moving a mile a minute but none of his thoughts were making sense.
When John woke up in the morning, he realized that Mo was closer to him then she was last night. At some point during the night she had wrapped her leg around his waist and he had pulled her body flush with his.
"Oh, um, morning," John said in a husky voice when he noticed her looking at him, eyes wide.
"Uh, morning," Mo nodded. "I should, um, I should get up."
"Wait," John said gripping her thigh. "This isn't going to make things weird, right?" he asked softly.
"No," Mo shook her head, "although the longer we stay like this, it is increasing the odds of weirdness."
"Right, ok," John said as he slid his hand down her leg. Mo shuddered slightly under his touch. When she went to move, their crotches rubbed and she gasped and their quickly met. "Sorry," he said, looking away.
"Don't be. It's the morning, right?" she asked, the redness and heat in her cheeks growing deeper and hotter by the second. She moved again and they rubbed again and it took everything she had not to moan. Mo was still for a long moment before she just slid away from him.
"I'll get in the shower first," John said rolling out of bed. She nodded as she watched him grab his clothes and run into the bathroom.
Mo pressed her head into the pillow. What the hell was going on? Yesterday she was devastated by the news of Trevor leaving for New York and today she was trying to force herself to think about dead puppies and infectious diseases in order to stop herself from thinking about being so close to John and feeling his...body...on her...body.
"I'm up?" she asked when he stepped out the bathroom fully dressed.
"Yeah," he nodded. "See ya at breakfast," John said before he bolted from the room.
"Yeah, ok," Mo said to the door as she climbed out bed to start her day.
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