Three's Company

Chapter 21

- Freddie's POV -

John's gone. He found out now he's gone. How could I be so stupid and let this little fling go so far? You've really done it now, Freddie.

"You'll be okay, Freddie." Roger awkwardly patted my back while I sobbed into John's pillow.

"I will not be okay, my boyfriend just left! He left, Roger!" I screamed into the material.
"You still have me." Roger sounded somewhat hopeful. Was he for real right now?

"I don't want you, I-I want John!" I yelled through the tears. I really didn't want Roger right now, I only wanted John. I wanted him to come back through the door and forgive me then we'd cuddle on the couch while some stupid romantic movie played, that won't happen now because I've ruined us. Roger scoffed then he left me to cry alone, jerk.

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Some time passed, I stopped crying but I was still shaking. I wanted to know where John was. Was he safe? Was he crying? Did he hate me? I wouldn't blame him if he hated me, I wasn't too fond of myself at the moment either.

"What the hell have you done, Freddie?" Brian yelled when he stormed into my room.

"Go away. I don't want to see you." I mumbled into John's pillow.

"I don't care what you want, I'm not leaving. Your boyfriend is at my house and he's curled up in a ball on my couch, he's bawling his eyes out over there. What did you do?" Brian roughly pulled me up, he had the front of my shirt balled up in his fist, I thought he was going to punch me. I deserved the punch.
"I told him about me and Roger." I closed my eyes and braced for impact, there was no punch, he let go of my shirt and he made me sit on my bed so I was facing him.

"What about you and Roger?" The younger man sounded shocked and pissed at the same time.

"We were sleeping together."

Smack. 

"W-what was that for?" I screeched when I clutched my reddening cheek.

"For being a prick and sleeping around!" Brian yelled back. "You knew about Paul and you know that John has trouble trusting people because he was cheated on, you did it again! You made him live through that again, Freddie!" Now he sounded pissed and I waited for another slap or punch, something.

"I didn't mean for it to happen, it was just a kiss at first but then it turned into some weird excitement." I sighed

"So what are you going to do now? John's a mess." His yelling got quieter.

"I-I don't know." I bit my bottom lip and tasted blood.

Smack.

"What the actual fuck, Brian? I didn't do anything!" I yelped in pain.

"You deserved it." Brian kind of smiled. "But for real, you have to go to my place and talk to the kid, he's really upset. You really hurt him, Fred." Brian frowned.
"I know I did and you don't understand how mad I am at myself, okay? Please stop reminding me." I could feel the tears welling up again.

"No, I'm going to remind you until you get it through your thick skull. You're too caught up in your pride and personal pleasure to realize that you've done something awful to a person that loves you. I'm pissed at you to say the least but I know that John is a forgiving person and he might take you back, if you're lucky." Brian's eyes looked pained. Was that my fault?

"What if he doesn't want to talk to me?" I asked quietly.

"He might not and I don't blame him but he's been whimpering your name since he stepped foot in my house. Even if he doesn't want to talk to you, you have to talk to him and you need to let him know how you really feel." Brian patted my knee and he stood up. "Come on, let's go see John." He turned around and left the room. Here we go.

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"John? I'm back." Brian called. Chrissie ran around the corner to greet him but she glared as soon as she saw me.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She hissed while she roughly poked my chest.

"He came to talk to John, we need to give them some alone time." Brian held her shoulders and he led her up the stairs. 
I walked through the house and I stood in the entrance of the living room. There was a movie playing on the television and John was curled up under a blanket. I couldn't see his face but his body was shaking and he would sniffle every couple seconds.
"What are you watching?" I asked quietly when I sat on the opposite side of the couch.

"What are you doing here?" John replied with a monotone voice when he pulled the blanket up to his chin. 

"Don't answer a question with a question, dear, it's rude." I gave him a small smile, we usually laughed about that, he didn't laugh.

"Why are you here?" John asked while he watched the TV.

"I came to talk to you." I scooted closer to him.
"I don't want to talk to you, Freddie. You're actually the last person I want to see right now, you and Roger." He wiped his nose.

"I guess I deserved that." I said under my breath. "Listen, I wanted to apologize to you. I really didn't mean to let things get that far with Roger, I didn't mean for things to get anywhere actually. But you said I could talk to you when I decided who I wanted to be with, I want to be with you, John. I want to be with you forever and ever, I love you more than words can describe and I can't forgive myself for hurting you like I did. John, do you forgive me?" I looked at him, he had tears in his eyes.

"No." He replied, shakily.

"What? Why no?" I tried to grab his hand but he pulled it away.

"Because I can't trust you right now. How do I know that Roger isn't at home, in your bed, right now? Hmm?" He wiped his eyes with the balled up tissues.

"He isn't, babe, I told him that I didn't want him. I told him that I wanted to be with you, he knows that whatever it was that we had is done now." I took a deep breath. "Please John." I whispered.
"I can't." His voice cracked. "I knew." 

"What did you know?" I asked quietly.

"About you and Roger. I've known for a while now." He admitted. "You guys were going at it one time when I got home and I heard the moans coming from Roger's bedroom and I thought he had some bird over but when I heard you screaming his name I broke." John was sobbing now and my heart shattered.

"Why-why didn't you say anything sooner?" I pulled him into a hug, he didn't let go because he needed someone to cry on.

"I thought you would stop loving him if I kept telling you that I loved you." His tears soaked through my shirt.

"I never stopped loving you." I rubbed his back and he pulled away. "Please come home, John. I promise that I'll make Roger move out or something, it can just be us and we-" He cut me off.

"I'm staying here, Freddie." He was very set on his plan.
"What can I do to get you back? I need to know, I can't live like this. I need you." I groaned.

"You'll have to make me love you again." John said, coldly.

"You-you don't love me anymore?" I wanted to cry. John shrugged then shook his head as no. He still loved me.

"I have to be able to trust you before I can come back to you." He explained. 

So it was like a game, I had to do things to make John fall in love with me and trust me again. Game on.

A/N: Do you guys have any ideas for Freddie to win John back? They have to be romantic and I'll give you creds if I use it in a chapter. It's just that I don't really know what to do.