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palace_jon[Directly follows The Virgin Diaries- Part Four.]
Guy groaned, scrunching his face up as the light shining through the window onto him pulled him out of sleep. I was having such a good dream...Jude and I fucked Jon, and things were all better again, and that talking cat in a cage finally stopped sassing me... he complained to himself as he rolled over, his eyes opening slowly, then going suddenly wide, a smile breaking over his face. Guess two out of three 's not too bad.
Jude lay asleep beside him, the sunlight that had woken Guy up not seeming to bother him yet. Hardly even realizing he was doing it, Guy reached out and brushed Jude's hair off his forehead, watching the golden strands slip past his fingers, shining in the daylight. Some things never change. Still as fucking beautiful as he's ever been.
Feeling a warm touch against his forehead, Jude stirred, rubbing at the spot. He huffed, not quite ready to wake, but sensing another presence in the room. He shut his eyes and pretended it didn't exist. Jude shuffled, the presence bothering him too much to just lie down and go back to sleep. He couldn't think who would be here. Cracking an eye open, Jude found himself face to face with Guy, the shock at being here with him, like this, making him leap out of bed and into the middle of the room.
"What?" Jude said rubbing his eyes, "what the fuck are you doing here?"
Guy yelped and scuttled back against the headboard, shaking his head and scowling at Jude. "Jesus fucking Christ- scare me half to fucking death why dontcha?" he complained.
"You haven't answered my question," Jude's tone was hostile, immediately on the defensive, "why the hell are you here?"
"Christ, Jude- give your head a shake and think about it?" Guy shot back, not at all pleased at being attacked like this. "Jon, remember? Priest devirginizing ringing any bells?"
"Well you woke me the fuck up," Jude sulked, "I'm not exactly surprised that I can't remember every single detail when I’ve been up, oooh... 19 seconds." Jude grabbed his trousers, shoving them back on and stepped across the room, "Now if you don't mind I’ll leave you to this." Jude turned the door handle and pushed, it wouldn't budge. He tried again, still nothing. "Fuck".
"Fine. Don't let the door hit you on the arse on the way out." Guy growled, throwing back the covers and scanning the room for his pants, looking up with a frown at Jude. "Why isn't the door hitting you on the arse on the way out?"
"Because its bloody locked" He glared at Guy, "you don't have anything to do with this do you? Cos if you have, you can unlock the fucker right now."
"It's fucking locked?" Guy stared at Jude for a moment, crossing the room and testing the door himself, just to be certain. "What do you mean did I have anything to do with it? Why the hell would I lock myself in a room with you?"
"I don't know do I?" Exasperated, Jude slid down the wall, deeply unhappy that he was here, locked in a room with Guy, with nowhere to go and nothing to do. "I really bloody need a cup of coffee." And an escape route, he thought to himself, as he ran his hand through his hair. "This is just..." he trailed off.
"Well, look around, I'm sure Jon's got a ..." Guy stopped, his eyes narrowing. "Jon. That fucking meddlesome little... JON!" He hollered, turning around and banging on the door. "Open the goddamned door you fucking meddlesome little wanker!"
"We're trapped..." Jude said with a sigh, feeling more dejected than angry. "C'mon Jon" he called, "come let us out of here. Please!"
Guy hauled on the door, cursing and swearing the whole time before giving up, kicking it and walking across the room, limping from the kick and swearing even louder. "Christ, Jude, he's not going to just open the door. He's gone to the trouble of getting us in here, locking us in here- you think it's going to be that easy? Jon!" he hollered again. "I would encourage you to start praying, because sooner or later, I'm going to get out of here, and you're not going to like it when I do," he warned.
"Well if we're stuck here I’m going back to bed" Jude stood up, walking towards the bed, his heart beating a little faster than usual as he realized he wasn't going to be able to get away from Guy. "C'mon then," he said, looking directly at Guy, "move."
Guy rolled his eyes, shifting to the side with a grand gesture. "There's a whole room here, and you come to the one spot where I'm actually standing in your way."
"I want to go back to sleep, from which you woke me in the first place. Is that so much to ask. There's only one fucking bed in the room in case you hadn't noticed. " Jude stood next to the bed, hand on hip, glaring at Guy.
"Do whatever you want. Believe me, I'm not gonna stand in your way." Guy grabbed his pants off the floor, throwing them over his shoulder and heading for the bathroom, closing the door with a loud bang.
Jude turned as the door slammed, sticking his fingers up at the closed door, knowing that the gesture was childish but just not caring. He climbed into bed, now that he had it, not wanting it anymore. But still, he settled down, cocooning himself in his blanket and closing his eyes, knowing that even if he couldn't get to sleep, he would still pretend that he was, lying there in silence was better than talking to Guy.
Guy locked the door behind him, sticking his tongue out at Jude and refusing to feel immature for doing so, then sighed and stared around the small bathroom. "Well, lets see how much time you can kill in a priest's bathroom," he muttered, starting the shower up.
Well over an hour later, Guy emerged from the bathroom, still scrubbed pink from the shower, glad that he'd gotten Hortense to provide Jon with a full set of styling products. That alone had killed over fifteen minutes as he mucked with his hair. He looked at the bed, seeing Jude asleep again and smiled instinctively, shaking it off a moment later, scowling instead. Jude didn't want to talk to him, Jude didn't give a damn about him. That much was painfully obvious. Hands on his hips, Guy turned away from the bed and looked around the room. "Hinges are on the inside of the door- just need to find something to pry them off with," Guy muttered, scanning the room for anything useful.
Jude stirred, feeling groggy and headachey, knowing he'd had too much sleep. He winced as his head thumped, quietly watching Guy mutter to himself and pace the room. He hadn't noticed that he was awake yet. "Talking to yourself's the first sign of madness," Jude called out, turning over in bed. He didn't feel comfortable with his trousers on in bed, but he didn't want to take them off, not wanting to give Guy any indication that he was getting more comfortable being in these surroundings. His stomach rumbled and he frowned, wondering where the hell they were going to get food from. "Spotted any food on your travels?"
"Ah, talking to me now, are we? Funny how that seems to happen when there's something that you want, and the rest of the time I can go fuck myself." Guy snarked, still searching the room, refusing to look at Jude or acknowledge the twinge of guilt that appeared speaking to him like that. He ignored me- I tried to talk to him and he was having none of it. Why should I feel bad?
The words stung, and Jude fought back the urge to retaliate, deciding that perhaps it was best to remain silent. He sighed and burrowed deeper in the bed, his heart aching.
I will not feel guilty, I will not feel... fuck. Guy crossed the room again, attracted by a piece of paper on top of a cloth covered... "What the hell?" he murmured, picking the paper up and reading it. "Oh for fuck's sake." Guy pulled the cloth away, revealing a microwave and mini-fridge, disposable plates and glasses, even a set of cutlery, unfortunately plastic, Guy realized with a mournful look towards the hinges. "I think you said you were hungry?"
"I was" Jude murmured sadly, "not so much now." He turned over and pulled the blanket over his face, trying to ignore his rumbling stomach.
Guy rolled his eyes and tossed a package of crackers towards the bed, landing it beside Jude instead of pegging him in the head with it, which he realized he would have felt bad for doing. "Don't be stubborn," he said, the words coming out more gently then he had intended, grabbing a plastic knife and deciding to have a go at the hinges anyway.
Jude heard the splintering of plastic and curious, lifted the blanket off his head. He smothered a smile as he saw the shards littered around the doorway. Picking up the crackers, he sat up in bed tearing at the packet with his teeth. "You not eating?" he asked shyly, feeling his cheeks redden.
"Bloody welded hinges," Guy growled, tossing the remains of the knife to the floor and heading back to the fridge. "It was worth a try anyway." he said, grabbing a jar of pickles and walking around the room again, his brow furrowed as he searched for something.
"You're not gonna eat those are you?"
"No, I'm going to stick them up me arse," Guy said sarcastically, fishing one out of the jar and taking a bite. "I can't find my com."
"They stink. If you're gonna eat those then stand next to the window. I'm not gonna sit here all fucking day smelling of vinegar." Jude looked around the room and shrugged, he couldn't see his com either, but didn't particularly care.
Guy raised his eyebrow at Jude, and instead of opening and closing the lid every time he reached into the jar, tossed the lid across the room, leaning up against the wall and smirking.
"Fine, fuck you then. I'll just sit here in silence and fucking ignore you." Jude propped himself up on the cushions, staring resolutely ahead, refusing to look at Guy.
"Wow- that's so different then my every day reality, however will I exist." Guy dead panned, rolling his eyes.
Jude refused to react, still staring straight ahead. He couldn't look at Guy, because if he did he knew he would explode.
Guy stayed silent as long as he could, finally unable to resist poking at Jude again. "At least I'm trying to find a way out of here instead of pouting like a twelve year old girl. Not that I'm surprised."
"Right, you can piss right off" Jude yelled, getting up and stomping into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him so hard that it rattled on its hinges. He locked the door, picking up the soap dish and flinging it against the wall, it hitting the tiles with a loud smack, then grabbing the next available object - a tub of hair gel, and throwing it at the door.
"No I can't, because I'm stuck in here with you!" Guy hollered at the door, thinking about throwing the pickle jar before thinking better of it, listening to Jude's bathroom tantrum for a few moments before crossing the room and getting the jar lid, closing it tightly and putting it back in the fridge. "Didn't want any more anyway," he muttered, crossing the room and opening the window a crack. "Getting stuffy in here," he said, flopping down on the bed and pulling the covers up, glaring at the wall for a moment before curling up around a pillow and closing his eyes.
Hot water pouring into the tub, Jude sat back, watching it fill up, sighing as the purple bubble bathed water rose up towards the edge. Turning the taps off, Jude stripped, stepping in and then lifting his leg back out, pouring cold water in. As he climbed in and sat down, he wondered exactly what Guy was doing, lying down and burying his head under the water. it would be easy, Jude thought, to wait out Guy in here. As long as the hot water held out he'd be fine.
An hour and a half later Jude appeared, still damp, his fingers wrinkled and a towel wrapped around his waist. Guy was asleep, his breathing heavy, and Jude fought the urge to stroke the sleeping man's cheek, telling himself that he was pissed off with him. Jude walked towards the fridge, grabbing a bottle of Orange juice and stepping over to the window, looking out at the world beyond. It was a good job, he thought, that he wasn't claustrophobic.
Suddenly an idea hit him. Grinning he drank the juice and stepped back across to the other side of the room. With utmost precision Jude threw the empty bottle towards the window, hoping to get it out through the opening and outside. Unfortunately, Jude's aim was off, the bottle hitting the window glass with a resounding thud. Jude winced, running over to check that he hadn't cracked the glass. He was lucky, the glass was unspoilt.
The noise yanking him abruptly out of sleep, Guy jolted upright with a yell, getting tangled on the sheets as he tried to stand and falling out of bed, landing with a thud. Struggling out of the covers, he pushed his hair out of his eyes, trying to make sense of what was going on. "What the fuck was that?" he demanded.
"Bird flew into the window, poor thing" Jude said, flustered, trying to gather his composure. "Found Orange Juice and cookies if you want anything..." he offered, trying to at least be civil, desperately wanting to have another bath in order to kill some more time.
"Didn't sound like a bird," Guy grumbled, climbing painfully up from the floor, rubbing his arse and scowling. "Too much to ask for him to have left some beer in there I bet," he added, dropping in front of the fridge and digging through it, not sure what he was looking for.
Jude stood in silence, watching Guy root through the fridge, tempted to pick up the juice bottle and have another go. He didn't however, feeling that Guy would not be very impressed if he did.
Guy stared mournfully at the pickle jar before sighing and deciding he'd pissed Jude off enough in that particular way for one day. Besides, truth be told, the thought of having another pickle turned his stomach right now. Grabbing a glass off the top of the fridge, he poured half a glass of juice, closed the lid and put it back, reaching this time for a bottle of cola.
Jude watched aghast as Guy mixed his concoction together, "Coke and Juice. Together?" he exclaimed, shuddering as Guy took a sip.
"'S good. Want some?" Guy offered, holding the glass out to Jude, trying largely unsuccessfully to hide his smirk.
Jude saw the look on Guy's face and frowned, "You're deliberately trying to piss me off. Why? What the fuck have I done?"
Guy stared at Jude for a moment, fighting the urge to burst out laughing at the question. Shoving the bottle of coke back into the fridge, he finished off his drink, tossing the glass off to the side. “Nothing Jude. Believe me- you've done nothing at all. Absolutely fucking nothing," he finished in a mutter, getting up to pace the room again.
"Grow up" Jude scowled, "at least i’m acting like an adult. If you want me i’ll be back in the fucking bathroom, where i’ll be staying until whenever the fuck Jon decides to let us out." he paused, glaring at Guy, "Good-fucking-bye."
"Locking yourself in the bathroom is the act of an adult?" This time Guy did laugh. "No, I think you've gone back to twelve year old girl again- sorry."
"Fine then, I won't. I'll sit here as we both fill the room with uncomfortable silence, is that what you'd prefer." Jude threw himself on the bed, flopping across the blanket. "You like things to be awkward?" he said angrily, "Then fine, I can do awkward. Hope you're happy."
"Happy? I haven't been 'happy' for a few months now. Sorry to disappoint you." Guy spat, biting his lip instantly and turning away.
"Oh it doesn't disappoint me, in fact it pleases me that you're so fucking miserable. It's brilliant, wonderful even." Jude's anger blazed, sarcasm radiating from every pore. "Just what I fucking need," he muttered to himself, "stuck in a fucking box room with someone I can't stand, only cookies and fucking orange juice for company."
Guy staggered back as though he'd been physically struck. "You can't..." he cut off, shaking his head, angry tears filling his eyes. "Fuck you," he whispered hoarsely, crossing the room over to the door and banging on it loudly. "Jon- let me the fuck out of here now- I'm not playing anymore. I have a client in a few hours, and whatever the fuck you did this for- it's never going to happen, okay? So just open the goddamned door," he yelled, wiping tears from his cheek, furious with himself for letting them fall.
"I'm... Guy... I'm..." But Jude stopped, seeing Guy's face and feeling about two inches tall. "Jon," he whispered, definitely not expecting him to hear him, but needing to get the words out all the same, "please let us out. it can't get any worse in here. Please..."
Jon stood outside the door, his hands opening and closing in fists. The door was too thick to make out most of what was being said inside the room, but he could make out the tones of anger and Guy's words about having clients had come through loud and clear. He was uncertain now about whether or not he should force this, but decided to make one thing clear to both of them. Then, he'd give it another hour. If it didn't work, he'd release them. "Guy." he called through the door. "I had your clients cancelled. Told them you were unwell." He bit his bottom lip, still a bit unsure of his information but willing to try anything. "Jude." he said. "You told me you hadn't heard from Guy at all. And you sounded hurt by that. As hurt as Guy sounds now. But Jude, Guy sent you a letter. Ask him about it." Taking a deep, shaky breath, Jon retreated to the couch to wait.
"You cancelled-" Guy cut off, too frustrated and furious to finish the sentence, horrified as Jon kept talking. "How dare you tell him that- god damn you, Jon!" he yelled, slamming the palm of his hand into the door and storming away, wanting out of the room so badly he could hardly breathe. "Let me out!"
"Y... You sent me a letter?" Jude's voice trembled with emotion, "when? I didn't... I mean, no. I didn't get a letter."
"Ages ago!" Guy turned and exploded, missing the end of Jude's sentence. "I sent it ages ago- poured my fucking heart out- apologized, told you I missed you, that I wanted to work things out. Asked how we could fix things- God, Jude- I was willing to do fucking anything- what more did you want from me?" Guy whispered at the end, turning away again.
"I didn't get a letter, I swear. I wouldn't lie about something like that." Jude shook, wrapping his arms around himself in order to calm himself down. "I didn't. I promise I didn't get a letter" Jude's voice was quiet, almost hollow, as if he didn't quite believe what he was hearing.
"You... you didn't?" Guy knew- knew Jude wouldn't lie to him, but... "But I sent it. I looked up the address, I sent it to you- I put his name on it too just to make sure it went to the right place."
"I.... I don't know where it went but I didn't get anything...." Jude frowned, remembering that George always handled the mail. God... he really couldn't have... "I wouldn't have ignored something like that." Jude looked at Guy, eyes pleading, "what... what did it say?"
"I said I was sorry- that I didn't know what things were like with you and G-George," Guy stammered, trying to remember everything he'd written. "I said I was sorry for making you try and take sides. That I couldn't help how I felt about him, but I promised to make it my problem. And that I knew that you were a grown man and didn't need me to protect you. I said I didn't want to lose my best friend." he finished.
"Your best friend? Do you really mean that?" Jude's face softened, eyes brimming with tears as he spoke. "I must have fucked everything up now, here, today. I'm sorry." A tear slid down Jude's face, his hands tightening round himself, "I’m so fucking sorry."
"When I saw you- that day in the hall... you didn't say anything about the letter- and everything was so horrible and awkward, I just though..." Guy shook his head. "I'm a fucking idiot, aren't I?"
"Me too." Jude shook his head, eyes cast downwards, "we didn't even have a good reason for fighting."
Guy shook his head. "I put you in an awful position. I had no right to do that."
"We both suck." Jude smiled for the first time since he'd woken up, Turning to face Guy he whispered, "do you forgive me?"
"Course I forgive you," Guy smiled, walking over and pulling him into a tight hug. "I love you."
"Love you too mate, always." Jude let himself be pulled into the hug, desperately trying not to cry as he enveloped himself in his friends arms. "Missed this so much", he choked out, wrapping his arms tight around Guy, "hated this all."
"I'm so sorry you felt you had to leave- so fucking sorry," Guy murmured into Jude's ear. "I meant it- I don't think I've been truly happy since you left- it hurt too much having you gone and knowing that if I hadn't been such a cunt you wouldn't have gone in the first place."
"Forget about it, its over" Jude smiled, "We fell out, and now we're friends. That's all that matters."
"Far as I was concerned, we were never not," Guy said, kissing Jude on the forehead. "Now how do we get that meddlesome priest to open the fuckin' door?"
"Jon, let us out now, we made up!" Jude yelled through the door, "promise!"
Jon shot to his feet and approached the door, but his hand stopped on the lock. "Guy?"
"What, do you think I've got Jude's arm pinned behind his back making him say that so I can come out and kill you?" Guy hollered, the beaming smile evident in his tone. "Open the fuckin' door so we can go get some food, yeah?"
The door clicked open and Jon gave it a final push, stepping back to stare into the gap, his apprehension plain.
"Hey Jon," Jude smiled, stepping out of the door with his hand in Guy's. "Seems your plan worked then." He laughed as he saw Jon's face, pulling Guy through the door as they stepped out into the corridor.
Jon looked from one to the other, his smile one of pure relief. "In that case," he beamed. "I'm buying the food and you can have whatever you want."
"I'll let you feed me, but I already have everything I want," Guy said, letting his eyes show his sincerity before covering it with his usual grin. "Lets go."
Guy groaned, scrunching his face up as the light shining through the window onto him pulled him out of sleep. I was having such a good dream...Jude and I fucked Jon, and things were all better again, and that talking cat in a cage finally stopped sassing me... he complained to himself as he rolled over, his eyes opening slowly, then going suddenly wide, a smile breaking over his face. Guess two out of three 's not too bad.
Jude lay asleep beside him, the sunlight that had woken Guy up not seeming to bother him yet. Hardly even realizing he was doing it, Guy reached out and brushed Jude's hair off his forehead, watching the golden strands slip past his fingers, shining in the daylight. Some things never change. Still as fucking beautiful as he's ever been.
Feeling a warm touch against his forehead, Jude stirred, rubbing at the spot. He huffed, not quite ready to wake, but sensing another presence in the room. He shut his eyes and pretended it didn't exist. Jude shuffled, the presence bothering him too much to just lie down and go back to sleep. He couldn't think who would be here. Cracking an eye open, Jude found himself face to face with Guy, the shock at being here with him, like this, making him leap out of bed and into the middle of the room.
"What?" Jude said rubbing his eyes, "what the fuck are you doing here?"
Guy yelped and scuttled back against the headboard, shaking his head and scowling at Jude. "Jesus fucking Christ- scare me half to fucking death why dontcha?" he complained.
"You haven't answered my question," Jude's tone was hostile, immediately on the defensive, "why the hell are you here?"
"Christ, Jude- give your head a shake and think about it?" Guy shot back, not at all pleased at being attacked like this. "Jon, remember? Priest devirginizing ringing any bells?"
"Well you woke me the fuck up," Jude sulked, "I'm not exactly surprised that I can't remember every single detail when I’ve been up, oooh... 19 seconds." Jude grabbed his trousers, shoving them back on and stepped across the room, "Now if you don't mind I’ll leave you to this." Jude turned the door handle and pushed, it wouldn't budge. He tried again, still nothing. "Fuck".
"Fine. Don't let the door hit you on the arse on the way out." Guy growled, throwing back the covers and scanning the room for his pants, looking up with a frown at Jude. "Why isn't the door hitting you on the arse on the way out?"
"Because its bloody locked" He glared at Guy, "you don't have anything to do with this do you? Cos if you have, you can unlock the fucker right now."
"It's fucking locked?" Guy stared at Jude for a moment, crossing the room and testing the door himself, just to be certain. "What do you mean did I have anything to do with it? Why the hell would I lock myself in a room with you?"
"I don't know do I?" Exasperated, Jude slid down the wall, deeply unhappy that he was here, locked in a room with Guy, with nowhere to go and nothing to do. "I really bloody need a cup of coffee." And an escape route, he thought to himself, as he ran his hand through his hair. "This is just..." he trailed off.
"Well, look around, I'm sure Jon's got a ..." Guy stopped, his eyes narrowing. "Jon. That fucking meddlesome little... JON!" He hollered, turning around and banging on the door. "Open the goddamned door you fucking meddlesome little wanker!"
"We're trapped..." Jude said with a sigh, feeling more dejected than angry. "C'mon Jon" he called, "come let us out of here. Please!"
Guy hauled on the door, cursing and swearing the whole time before giving up, kicking it and walking across the room, limping from the kick and swearing even louder. "Christ, Jude, he's not going to just open the door. He's gone to the trouble of getting us in here, locking us in here- you think it's going to be that easy? Jon!" he hollered again. "I would encourage you to start praying, because sooner or later, I'm going to get out of here, and you're not going to like it when I do," he warned.
"Well if we're stuck here I’m going back to bed" Jude stood up, walking towards the bed, his heart beating a little faster than usual as he realized he wasn't going to be able to get away from Guy. "C'mon then," he said, looking directly at Guy, "move."
Guy rolled his eyes, shifting to the side with a grand gesture. "There's a whole room here, and you come to the one spot where I'm actually standing in your way."
"I want to go back to sleep, from which you woke me in the first place. Is that so much to ask. There's only one fucking bed in the room in case you hadn't noticed. " Jude stood next to the bed, hand on hip, glaring at Guy.
"Do whatever you want. Believe me, I'm not gonna stand in your way." Guy grabbed his pants off the floor, throwing them over his shoulder and heading for the bathroom, closing the door with a loud bang.
Jude turned as the door slammed, sticking his fingers up at the closed door, knowing that the gesture was childish but just not caring. He climbed into bed, now that he had it, not wanting it anymore. But still, he settled down, cocooning himself in his blanket and closing his eyes, knowing that even if he couldn't get to sleep, he would still pretend that he was, lying there in silence was better than talking to Guy.
Guy locked the door behind him, sticking his tongue out at Jude and refusing to feel immature for doing so, then sighed and stared around the small bathroom. "Well, lets see how much time you can kill in a priest's bathroom," he muttered, starting the shower up.
Well over an hour later, Guy emerged from the bathroom, still scrubbed pink from the shower, glad that he'd gotten Hortense to provide Jon with a full set of styling products. That alone had killed over fifteen minutes as he mucked with his hair. He looked at the bed, seeing Jude asleep again and smiled instinctively, shaking it off a moment later, scowling instead. Jude didn't want to talk to him, Jude didn't give a damn about him. That much was painfully obvious. Hands on his hips, Guy turned away from the bed and looked around the room. "Hinges are on the inside of the door- just need to find something to pry them off with," Guy muttered, scanning the room for anything useful.
Jude stirred, feeling groggy and headachey, knowing he'd had too much sleep. He winced as his head thumped, quietly watching Guy mutter to himself and pace the room. He hadn't noticed that he was awake yet. "Talking to yourself's the first sign of madness," Jude called out, turning over in bed. He didn't feel comfortable with his trousers on in bed, but he didn't want to take them off, not wanting to give Guy any indication that he was getting more comfortable being in these surroundings. His stomach rumbled and he frowned, wondering where the hell they were going to get food from. "Spotted any food on your travels?"
"Ah, talking to me now, are we? Funny how that seems to happen when there's something that you want, and the rest of the time I can go fuck myself." Guy snarked, still searching the room, refusing to look at Jude or acknowledge the twinge of guilt that appeared speaking to him like that. He ignored me- I tried to talk to him and he was having none of it. Why should I feel bad?
The words stung, and Jude fought back the urge to retaliate, deciding that perhaps it was best to remain silent. He sighed and burrowed deeper in the bed, his heart aching.
I will not feel guilty, I will not feel... fuck. Guy crossed the room again, attracted by a piece of paper on top of a cloth covered... "What the hell?" he murmured, picking the paper up and reading it. "Oh for fuck's sake." Guy pulled the cloth away, revealing a microwave and mini-fridge, disposable plates and glasses, even a set of cutlery, unfortunately plastic, Guy realized with a mournful look towards the hinges. "I think you said you were hungry?"
"I was" Jude murmured sadly, "not so much now." He turned over and pulled the blanket over his face, trying to ignore his rumbling stomach.
Guy rolled his eyes and tossed a package of crackers towards the bed, landing it beside Jude instead of pegging him in the head with it, which he realized he would have felt bad for doing. "Don't be stubborn," he said, the words coming out more gently then he had intended, grabbing a plastic knife and deciding to have a go at the hinges anyway.
Jude heard the splintering of plastic and curious, lifted the blanket off his head. He smothered a smile as he saw the shards littered around the doorway. Picking up the crackers, he sat up in bed tearing at the packet with his teeth. "You not eating?" he asked shyly, feeling his cheeks redden.
"Bloody welded hinges," Guy growled, tossing the remains of the knife to the floor and heading back to the fridge. "It was worth a try anyway." he said, grabbing a jar of pickles and walking around the room again, his brow furrowed as he searched for something.
"You're not gonna eat those are you?"
"No, I'm going to stick them up me arse," Guy said sarcastically, fishing one out of the jar and taking a bite. "I can't find my com."
"They stink. If you're gonna eat those then stand next to the window. I'm not gonna sit here all fucking day smelling of vinegar." Jude looked around the room and shrugged, he couldn't see his com either, but didn't particularly care.
Guy raised his eyebrow at Jude, and instead of opening and closing the lid every time he reached into the jar, tossed the lid across the room, leaning up against the wall and smirking.
"Fine, fuck you then. I'll just sit here in silence and fucking ignore you." Jude propped himself up on the cushions, staring resolutely ahead, refusing to look at Guy.
"Wow- that's so different then my every day reality, however will I exist." Guy dead panned, rolling his eyes.
Jude refused to react, still staring straight ahead. He couldn't look at Guy, because if he did he knew he would explode.
Guy stayed silent as long as he could, finally unable to resist poking at Jude again. "At least I'm trying to find a way out of here instead of pouting like a twelve year old girl. Not that I'm surprised."
"Right, you can piss right off" Jude yelled, getting up and stomping into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him so hard that it rattled on its hinges. He locked the door, picking up the soap dish and flinging it against the wall, it hitting the tiles with a loud smack, then grabbing the next available object - a tub of hair gel, and throwing it at the door.
"No I can't, because I'm stuck in here with you!" Guy hollered at the door, thinking about throwing the pickle jar before thinking better of it, listening to Jude's bathroom tantrum for a few moments before crossing the room and getting the jar lid, closing it tightly and putting it back in the fridge. "Didn't want any more anyway," he muttered, crossing the room and opening the window a crack. "Getting stuffy in here," he said, flopping down on the bed and pulling the covers up, glaring at the wall for a moment before curling up around a pillow and closing his eyes.
Hot water pouring into the tub, Jude sat back, watching it fill up, sighing as the purple bubble bathed water rose up towards the edge. Turning the taps off, Jude stripped, stepping in and then lifting his leg back out, pouring cold water in. As he climbed in and sat down, he wondered exactly what Guy was doing, lying down and burying his head under the water. it would be easy, Jude thought, to wait out Guy in here. As long as the hot water held out he'd be fine.
An hour and a half later Jude appeared, still damp, his fingers wrinkled and a towel wrapped around his waist. Guy was asleep, his breathing heavy, and Jude fought the urge to stroke the sleeping man's cheek, telling himself that he was pissed off with him. Jude walked towards the fridge, grabbing a bottle of Orange juice and stepping over to the window, looking out at the world beyond. It was a good job, he thought, that he wasn't claustrophobic.
Suddenly an idea hit him. Grinning he drank the juice and stepped back across to the other side of the room. With utmost precision Jude threw the empty bottle towards the window, hoping to get it out through the opening and outside. Unfortunately, Jude's aim was off, the bottle hitting the window glass with a resounding thud. Jude winced, running over to check that he hadn't cracked the glass. He was lucky, the glass was unspoilt.
The noise yanking him abruptly out of sleep, Guy jolted upright with a yell, getting tangled on the sheets as he tried to stand and falling out of bed, landing with a thud. Struggling out of the covers, he pushed his hair out of his eyes, trying to make sense of what was going on. "What the fuck was that?" he demanded.
"Bird flew into the window, poor thing" Jude said, flustered, trying to gather his composure. "Found Orange Juice and cookies if you want anything..." he offered, trying to at least be civil, desperately wanting to have another bath in order to kill some more time.
"Didn't sound like a bird," Guy grumbled, climbing painfully up from the floor, rubbing his arse and scowling. "Too much to ask for him to have left some beer in there I bet," he added, dropping in front of the fridge and digging through it, not sure what he was looking for.
Jude stood in silence, watching Guy root through the fridge, tempted to pick up the juice bottle and have another go. He didn't however, feeling that Guy would not be very impressed if he did.
Guy stared mournfully at the pickle jar before sighing and deciding he'd pissed Jude off enough in that particular way for one day. Besides, truth be told, the thought of having another pickle turned his stomach right now. Grabbing a glass off the top of the fridge, he poured half a glass of juice, closed the lid and put it back, reaching this time for a bottle of cola.
Jude watched aghast as Guy mixed his concoction together, "Coke and Juice. Together?" he exclaimed, shuddering as Guy took a sip.
"'S good. Want some?" Guy offered, holding the glass out to Jude, trying largely unsuccessfully to hide his smirk.
Jude saw the look on Guy's face and frowned, "You're deliberately trying to piss me off. Why? What the fuck have I done?"
Guy stared at Jude for a moment, fighting the urge to burst out laughing at the question. Shoving the bottle of coke back into the fridge, he finished off his drink, tossing the glass off to the side. “Nothing Jude. Believe me- you've done nothing at all. Absolutely fucking nothing," he finished in a mutter, getting up to pace the room again.
"Grow up" Jude scowled, "at least i’m acting like an adult. If you want me i’ll be back in the fucking bathroom, where i’ll be staying until whenever the fuck Jon decides to let us out." he paused, glaring at Guy, "Good-fucking-bye."
"Locking yourself in the bathroom is the act of an adult?" This time Guy did laugh. "No, I think you've gone back to twelve year old girl again- sorry."
"Fine then, I won't. I'll sit here as we both fill the room with uncomfortable silence, is that what you'd prefer." Jude threw himself on the bed, flopping across the blanket. "You like things to be awkward?" he said angrily, "Then fine, I can do awkward. Hope you're happy."
"Happy? I haven't been 'happy' for a few months now. Sorry to disappoint you." Guy spat, biting his lip instantly and turning away.
"Oh it doesn't disappoint me, in fact it pleases me that you're so fucking miserable. It's brilliant, wonderful even." Jude's anger blazed, sarcasm radiating from every pore. "Just what I fucking need," he muttered to himself, "stuck in a fucking box room with someone I can't stand, only cookies and fucking orange juice for company."
Guy staggered back as though he'd been physically struck. "You can't..." he cut off, shaking his head, angry tears filling his eyes. "Fuck you," he whispered hoarsely, crossing the room over to the door and banging on it loudly. "Jon- let me the fuck out of here now- I'm not playing anymore. I have a client in a few hours, and whatever the fuck you did this for- it's never going to happen, okay? So just open the goddamned door," he yelled, wiping tears from his cheek, furious with himself for letting them fall.
"I'm... Guy... I'm..." But Jude stopped, seeing Guy's face and feeling about two inches tall. "Jon," he whispered, definitely not expecting him to hear him, but needing to get the words out all the same, "please let us out. it can't get any worse in here. Please..."
Jon stood outside the door, his hands opening and closing in fists. The door was too thick to make out most of what was being said inside the room, but he could make out the tones of anger and Guy's words about having clients had come through loud and clear. He was uncertain now about whether or not he should force this, but decided to make one thing clear to both of them. Then, he'd give it another hour. If it didn't work, he'd release them. "Guy." he called through the door. "I had your clients cancelled. Told them you were unwell." He bit his bottom lip, still a bit unsure of his information but willing to try anything. "Jude." he said. "You told me you hadn't heard from Guy at all. And you sounded hurt by that. As hurt as Guy sounds now. But Jude, Guy sent you a letter. Ask him about it." Taking a deep, shaky breath, Jon retreated to the couch to wait.
"You cancelled-" Guy cut off, too frustrated and furious to finish the sentence, horrified as Jon kept talking. "How dare you tell him that- god damn you, Jon!" he yelled, slamming the palm of his hand into the door and storming away, wanting out of the room so badly he could hardly breathe. "Let me out!"
"Y... You sent me a letter?" Jude's voice trembled with emotion, "when? I didn't... I mean, no. I didn't get a letter."
"Ages ago!" Guy turned and exploded, missing the end of Jude's sentence. "I sent it ages ago- poured my fucking heart out- apologized, told you I missed you, that I wanted to work things out. Asked how we could fix things- God, Jude- I was willing to do fucking anything- what more did you want from me?" Guy whispered at the end, turning away again.
"I didn't get a letter, I swear. I wouldn't lie about something like that." Jude shook, wrapping his arms around himself in order to calm himself down. "I didn't. I promise I didn't get a letter" Jude's voice was quiet, almost hollow, as if he didn't quite believe what he was hearing.
"You... you didn't?" Guy knew- knew Jude wouldn't lie to him, but... "But I sent it. I looked up the address, I sent it to you- I put his name on it too just to make sure it went to the right place."
"I.... I don't know where it went but I didn't get anything...." Jude frowned, remembering that George always handled the mail. God... he really couldn't have... "I wouldn't have ignored something like that." Jude looked at Guy, eyes pleading, "what... what did it say?"
"I said I was sorry- that I didn't know what things were like with you and G-George," Guy stammered, trying to remember everything he'd written. "I said I was sorry for making you try and take sides. That I couldn't help how I felt about him, but I promised to make it my problem. And that I knew that you were a grown man and didn't need me to protect you. I said I didn't want to lose my best friend." he finished.
"Your best friend? Do you really mean that?" Jude's face softened, eyes brimming with tears as he spoke. "I must have fucked everything up now, here, today. I'm sorry." A tear slid down Jude's face, his hands tightening round himself, "I’m so fucking sorry."
"When I saw you- that day in the hall... you didn't say anything about the letter- and everything was so horrible and awkward, I just though..." Guy shook his head. "I'm a fucking idiot, aren't I?"
"Me too." Jude shook his head, eyes cast downwards, "we didn't even have a good reason for fighting."
Guy shook his head. "I put you in an awful position. I had no right to do that."
"We both suck." Jude smiled for the first time since he'd woken up, Turning to face Guy he whispered, "do you forgive me?"
"Course I forgive you," Guy smiled, walking over and pulling him into a tight hug. "I love you."
"Love you too mate, always." Jude let himself be pulled into the hug, desperately trying not to cry as he enveloped himself in his friends arms. "Missed this so much", he choked out, wrapping his arms tight around Guy, "hated this all."
"I'm so sorry you felt you had to leave- so fucking sorry," Guy murmured into Jude's ear. "I meant it- I don't think I've been truly happy since you left- it hurt too much having you gone and knowing that if I hadn't been such a cunt you wouldn't have gone in the first place."
"Forget about it, its over" Jude smiled, "We fell out, and now we're friends. That's all that matters."
"Far as I was concerned, we were never not," Guy said, kissing Jude on the forehead. "Now how do we get that meddlesome priest to open the fuckin' door?"
"Jon, let us out now, we made up!" Jude yelled through the door, "promise!"
Jon shot to his feet and approached the door, but his hand stopped on the lock. "Guy?"
"What, do you think I've got Jude's arm pinned behind his back making him say that so I can come out and kill you?" Guy hollered, the beaming smile evident in his tone. "Open the fuckin' door so we can go get some food, yeah?"
The door clicked open and Jon gave it a final push, stepping back to stare into the gap, his apprehension plain.
"Hey Jon," Jude smiled, stepping out of the door with his hand in Guy's. "Seems your plan worked then." He laughed as he saw Jon's face, pulling Guy through the door as they stepped out into the corridor.
Jon looked from one to the other, his smile one of pure relief. "In that case," he beamed. "I'm buying the food and you can have whatever you want."
"I'll let you feed me, but I already have everything I want," Guy said, letting his eyes show his sincerity before covering it with his usual grin. "Lets go."
