A/N: School has started. Ugh. No time for anything anymore. I was jammed with weekend homework. Sorry for the short chapter. Expect the arrival of a certain girl next chapter.
Thanks reviewers!
And to Clay: I'm sorry for that surprise, but I stated in the summary, and the Author's note before the prologue that there WOULD be slash(otherwise known as yaoi, m/m. I also said that the main pairing would be Bobby/John) and that's what the focus of this story would be. Next time read the fine print.
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It seemed apparent that they're relationship had ended. It was practically unbearable to share a room, but some how they did it. There were awkward silences and it was just uncomfortable. Bobby mostly ignored John. John tried to talk to him and tried to apologize. Bobby couldn't take it. John finally got a chance and made Bobby listen. But it was really no use. It was over.
"Look, Bobby," John had said. "I'm sorry. I really am."
"Sorry? Is that all you can say?" Bobby asked, clearly upset. "We fucked! You took my virginity. I hoped that I meant something to you. But I was wrong. I was just another one of your playmates."
"Bobby," John said, trying to stay patient. "You have it all wrong. You know that I cared about you."
"No, Allerdyce, no. I really don't," Bobby said, his voice breaking up. "I really don't."
Bobby seemed as if he were just going to break down and cry. John stopped the conversation. He could see the pain that Bobby was in and he realized that nothing he would say or do would fix that. Bobby didn't want to talk to him at all. So, John gave up. They lost their love and their friendship. There was just nothing there. Both of them never talked to each other, afraid that they would get into another fight.
At night was the only time John would even dare to look at Bobby. He would be asleep, and John never slept well. He stayed awake and watched Bobby sleep. Sometimes he would be at peace when he slept, and sometimes he would toss and turn. John saw it all. He remembered one night when Bobby was dug his fingers into the sheet as if he were looking for something. John's eyes widened and he realized what it was. 'Me'
And he would have the urge to go into that bed with Bobby as he use to. But those days were long since past. It seemed like ages ago that they were together. But it wasn't so long ago. But people started to notice that the two never talked or hung out anymore. They would shrug or change the subject. It was a hard time for the both of them.
And finally, that period of time ended. It was a thing of the past. Bobby started acting like nothing ever happened. It hurt John, but he would never admit it. They slowly became friends again. Their friendship wasn't anything like it was before. John's attitude got even worse, if that was possible. And Bobby wasn't always kind to John anymore. But they were able to hang around each other without feeling very uncomfortable. It was still awkward, but it was kind of bearable. Kind of.
They never talked about love. Not about girls, or even boys for that matter. They didn't even talk about the relationship on the latest 'Friends' episode (or whatever the hell it was that Bobby watchedâ€). Bobby went for his midnight ice cream, alone and John went back to lighter 'clicks'. It was hard to do, but they did it.
With this new kind of friendship, came an intense rivalry. They started to compete in everything. Sports, powers, everything. It might have been a way to relieve themselves of the unspoken anger towards each other, although it looked friendly to everyone else. If only they knew. John hated coming second. Especially if it were Bobby's second. And Bobby knew this and made his victory even more sweeter and pissed off John more.
One night, they sat there watching the TV. Everyone else had gone to bed. It was some older action movie. They watched attentively, not daring to take their eyes of the screen and accidentally look at each other. There was some explosion in the movie that John didn't agree with.
"That was the fakest thing," John said, shaking his head.
"I know," Bobby said, in agreement. "Even I could do a better job than that. Even you could do a better job than that."
"Exactly," John said, feeling that his powers were much more sufficient than that fake explosion. He probably could have done a hell of a job with that if he got the chance.
"No, on second thought," Bobby said, not able to resist the opportunity. "You can't."
"Wow," John mumbled, sarcastically. "Thanks, Bobby. You're a pal."
"Anytime."
Their conversations were not as friendly as they use to be, but filled with good-natured sarcasm, insults, and one hell of a rivalry. But this was what they had now. And they both had to get use to it. Love didn't matter anymore. It was a thing of the past.