here is 15:), been a long time coming because i had writers block
John had arrived ten minutes after Greg had called him. He looked tired, and disheveled when he arrives. Greg invited him inside. "Hi Greg." he said.
"Hi John,"
"I have something to say," John blurts.
"I have something to tell you too actually," Greg admits, "you should sit, and ill get you something to drink," John nods and walks straight into what he had assumed is the living room, he searches through the mountain of boxes to find a black couch by the wall. Greg returns, with a bottle of water.
"How are you?" Greg asks, taking a seat next to him.
"Fine,"
"That is great," Greg says, sighing and looking forward.
"How has the move been?" John asks.
"It... has been fine," Greg says, "I would never imagine myself in this position, torn between two places," He admits. "But did you have something you wanted to so," He shakes his head, turning his attention to him.
"Its just that, the kiss the other day left me wondering about a lot of things," John says. "I don't know how you felt about it, but I felt something between us," he smiles, looking at Greg, hope in his eyes.
Greg's face twists "I really wish you had not said that," he says. Dread overcomes him, "I'm going back to Vegas John,"
"Oh..." John whispers. "For what?"
"It is really complicated, trust me you don't want to know" Greg says.
"But I do, I have all the time in the world," He says, almost pleading, "Are you coming back,"
"Ill be back in a few weeks, months, or longer I really don't know ,"
"You just moved here,"
"Please, don't complicate this more," Greg pleads.
"What is this with you?" John says, new anger running through his words, "You trail me on, make me wait for years to see you again and you do it again," he stops, clenching his fists breathing heavy.
"Don't be mad, please," he says . He is unable to looks in his eyes, the sadness and anger pouring from them is crushing. . "I'm sorry, I just don't know what to say to make this better,"
"because nothing can," John whispers, "There is nothing I have left to say, ill let myself out," he says, standing and turning away, and without another glance storms away, slamming the door behind him.
John storms out onto the street. He looks pathetically out at the cars going by, resisting the urge to run into the street he walks down the sidewalk. From within his pocket his phone rings, frantically for a second he fumbles with it. Only to be disappointed to see his mothers number.
"Hello mom,"
"John, it is mom," His mother returns.
"Yes mom,"
"Can you stop at the grocery store and get me a few things," She asks, he agrees and she reads him a list.
"Fine mom," He sighs.
"Is there something wrong dear, something you need to say?" She asks.
He hesitates, but whispers, "No, everything is just perfect," He hangs up, looking over at the street again. He shakes his head, and continues walking down the road resisting a deep urge.
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