A/N Laughtenberg won! YAY! After I almost run over Forrester this morning.
Oh well, well, here's the next part. If you haven't noticed, each chapter
switches POV's, the first was Magenta, the second was Riff, the third was
Mags, the fourth was Riff, and so on and so on. So, enjoy! Disclaimers in
pt 1, but John's MINE! All MINE!
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It'd been almost a month now, and with each passing day, I'd grown more and more attached to this place. John was so kind, so caring, so understanding. He could relate to what I went through. So far, he hadn't mentioned Riff, and didn't try to make any romantic moves on me. He acted more like a big brother than a friend and roommate.
Brother, that was the one thing Riff never had been. Riff had been everything else to me, but he never quite was my brother. A lover, a friend, a partner, but never a brother. John however, watched out for me. He always made sure I was well cared for, always made sure that everything was alright with me. He could cheer me up when I wasn't feeling well, or when I was thinking about Riff.
I didn't want to leave his house. But I also didn't want to overstay my welcome. Sure, I helped out, I cleaned, cooked, and took care of his apartment, but there really wasn't much TO take care of. I didn't think I was earning my keep. I kept an eye, and ear out for any word of a job, or a place to stay, but I didn't want Riff to find out.
When John came home that night he looked more than slightly upset, and at the same time, looked very angry. I looked at him quizzically, trying to pry an answer out of him. "You can't leave here." He said simply. He dropped his briefcase down at it's familiar spot.
"Why not?" I asked, relived. I didn't want to leave. I loved this place. I almost loved him.
"Because Riff's looking for you." He said, and sighed. He'd never liked to say more than he had to. When he looked at me, he offered an explination. "I saw what he did to you. That's why you're here. I don't want him to hurt you again. I don't know what he'll do to you. Stay here, and lie low." He said, patting my shoulder, before retreating to his bedroom. He was more of a brother than Riff ever was.
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It'd been almost a month now, and with each passing day, I'd grown more and more attached to this place. John was so kind, so caring, so understanding. He could relate to what I went through. So far, he hadn't mentioned Riff, and didn't try to make any romantic moves on me. He acted more like a big brother than a friend and roommate.
Brother, that was the one thing Riff never had been. Riff had been everything else to me, but he never quite was my brother. A lover, a friend, a partner, but never a brother. John however, watched out for me. He always made sure I was well cared for, always made sure that everything was alright with me. He could cheer me up when I wasn't feeling well, or when I was thinking about Riff.
I didn't want to leave his house. But I also didn't want to overstay my welcome. Sure, I helped out, I cleaned, cooked, and took care of his apartment, but there really wasn't much TO take care of. I didn't think I was earning my keep. I kept an eye, and ear out for any word of a job, or a place to stay, but I didn't want Riff to find out.
When John came home that night he looked more than slightly upset, and at the same time, looked very angry. I looked at him quizzically, trying to pry an answer out of him. "You can't leave here." He said simply. He dropped his briefcase down at it's familiar spot.
"Why not?" I asked, relived. I didn't want to leave. I loved this place. I almost loved him.
"Because Riff's looking for you." He said, and sighed. He'd never liked to say more than he had to. When he looked at me, he offered an explination. "I saw what he did to you. That's why you're here. I don't want him to hurt you again. I don't know what he'll do to you. Stay here, and lie low." He said, patting my shoulder, before retreating to his bedroom. He was more of a brother than Riff ever was.