Come Back and Sing to Me...(Completed)

“Guy, it’s Will. We need to talk. I have news I rather not share over a voicemail. Call me please, when you get back from band practice. Bye.” I left him my fifth message of the night though it didn’t matter how many I sent as he’d get them all at the same time anyways. I hadn’t got a hold of Guy since Chris and Jon had broken up our band.

-Flashback-

The tour had finally come to its final show; we had the final one here back home at Wembly. The families had all shown up to wish us luck and we were all nervous for once.

I had been wandering backstage when I came across a family room area with half of the band in it. On the couch sat Chris and Jon, sitting on top of each other eating their faces off. After not noticing me for a half a minute I decide to cough. Very fake, might I add.

Jon sprang off Chris and immediately began to fix himself up. Chris was more surprised and slowly lifted his head to look at me. He looked ashamed, I felt angry and Jon looked upset. Ready to cry almost. I had never seen Jon cry.

“William.” Chris gasped.

“Chris. Jon. What does this mean? What about your wives? The band? Our friendship?” Chris looked at me confused so I decided to explain, “You can’t possibly think we can have a band like this. And you two have wives-“

“Fiancée,” Jon objected.

“What would they think? Or the media? What would they say? You guys can’t possibly be friends like this. You can’t be in love. Not with your best friend! Its awkward.” I storm out on them, raging, hurting and wanting to punch something- someone.

-End Flashback-

I knew in the back of my mind and in my heart there was a reason for my hatred of them but, I couldn’t ever think of it. I just worried about Guy; he had no opinion in the breakup of the band. He hadn’t even been in the band lately though. It’s been only Appahigik, for him.

I decided to call him once more at home, hoping he wasn’t ignoring my calls. I picked up the phone and dialed the number I knew so well. Finally his voice cut through the ringing.

“Hello?” I gasp but, keep myself under control.

“Guy?” I ask, he replies joking about who else would answer his phone. I end up saying we needed to talk.
“Sure Will, is everything okay?” He sounds panicked. I tell him it is and Guy tells me he’d be here soon.

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The door knocks and I burst up from my chair. Opening it up I see the small Scottish man smiling up at me, dressed in all black. He waves and follows in behind me.

“What’s wrong Will? You said you had something to tell me.” Guy nervously grabs a spot on the couch as I begin my tale. I tell him how I watched Chris and Jonny back at Wembly, I tell him of the band breaking up, I tell him of my phone call to Chloe, then I finally decide to go the whole nine yards and tell him about Applesjik. How his new band makes me hurt, how we’ve been replaced, how he’s left us for them.

Guy replies with a smile. “I know.” I shake my head, and ask him what he knows. “I know why you hate Chris and Jon. Why you broke up Coldplay. Why it’s their fault. Why you hate Apparatjik- that’s the true name Will. I know the answer to all those questions. The answer is the same for each one. And it is not forty-two. Will, it’s love.”

I merely blink at the man in front of me and give him the strangest look. “Love? Love of who?!” Guy smiles once more.

“Myself. You love me. Correct?” I think it over, everything dawns on me but, I dare not to admit it. But I dare not lie to his warm brown eyes. I instead test him to see his response.

“Love, but I am not like those two. I’m not like Chris or Jon.” He nods.

“Of course you aren’t. We all have our opinions. I personally don’t believe myself to be like that. I know though, for a fact, it doesn’t change love Will. I don’t care. I wish you were more accepting of Chris and Jonny. I’ve come to accept us.”

“Us? Who said we were together?” Guy chuckles.

“You ask a lot of question Mr. Champion. And both of know the answer.” And he was right. Guy was right. It was love.

The End.