(Greg's POV) I got off the flight
and went to grab my suitcase. I
wasn't sure if he was still living where he used to, but god be
damned, I'd find him. I knew the first place to look would be his
old
house. If he wasn't there, I knew to look in the house we were
going
to buy together. I felt so bad, after the way I treated him. Fear
gripped my heart. Gods! Would he even want me back?? The fear of
losing him forever pained me. My inner-voice piped up, shouldn't
have
left him in the first place jackass. I thought, I chided my
inner-
voice, I told you to shut your mouth. I swear it laughed at me.
Now I
was positive I was going crazy. I knew I was crazy for him. Too
bad I
realized it after I had left. If you had realized it before, you
wouldn't be in this predicament, my inner-voice said. Shut the
fuck
up! I told it exasperatedly. I shook my head and couldn't believe
I
was fighting with myself. I looked around and saw I was about a
block
away from my destination. I hoped and prayed he'd be there. With
all
my might and hope. I remember what Ryan had told me the night
before
I left. His words rang clear in my mind. "Listen Greg, and
listen
well. I know that you're expecting Tony to take you right back. I
don't want you to be heartbroken if he doesn't. I know you
think
that no one can get over you.but you need to get over yourself.
I'm
your friend Greg. If I wasn't I wouldn't be saying this. But
you're a
moron for leaving him and if he doesn't come back to you, I hope
you
learned a lesson." I though about what he said. It'd been
repeating
itself like a broken record. I walked up to the small house I was
so
used to being at. My heart was filled with hope. His car was
still
there. I walked up the steps and knocked on the door.
(Tony's POV) I heard a knock on the
door. I turned down the telly
and got up. I opened the door and saw Greg. The man who left and
tore
my heart out. I didn't let those emotions of pain and torment
surface. I just turned a cold gaze on him. I motioned him in
though.
I needed to talk to him. Since he was here. I didn't waste
anytime.
He sat on the recliner and I sat on the table in front of him. He
looked like he was going to pounce on me. I stared at him, a
cool,
unemotional gaze.
"Did you come here for a
reason?" I asked, I knew my voice
was showing my true feelings. I didn't give a damn.
"Tony, I made a mistake. I
love you. I left only because I
thought I would have another chance with Jen. I didn't really
want
to. But, before...when I still had her...I mean...I wanted
nothing more
than to be with you. I know what I said was cruel and-"
"Cruel??" I exploded.
"That just might be the biggest
understatement in the world. What you did wasn't cruel. It was
horrible, painful, and inconsiderate. Gods, you knew you would
hurt
me. You're about the biggest prick I've ever met. You hurt
me...you
hurt me so bad. I haven't talked to any of my friends since you
left
because I've been depressed since you left. I can't believe you'd
be
so inhuman as to do something that would hurt a human being so
much.
I can't believe you. I mean...you told me you loved me. And I
told you
I loved you. But I meant it. Obviously you didn't. God...you're a
jackass." I used up all my anger, and after all of that I
could only
cry. I did. I didn't care that he was right there.
"You're wrong there
Tony." He said softly. "I do love you. I
realize what I did was wrong. I'm so sorry I hurt you. I wish I
could
just rewind time and make it so none of this ever happened. But I
can't, the best I can do is apologize. I know that this isn't
nearly
enough to make up for all the stuff you've been feeling. I
understand
your rage, your hurt and your pain. I know you have every right
to
throw me out and tell me you never want to speak to me again. I'd
deserve it. I wouldn't like it...but I know that I deserve it. I
deserve to be hated by you. I know I hurt you, and although I
can't
express how sorry I am, I hope we can put this behind us. Shit
happens, sometimes it's bad. You're right, what I did was inhuman
and
uncalled for. Even if things can't go back to the way they were,
I
just wanted to let you know how I really felt. I need to explain
something to you. When we first started, it was supposed to be a
one-
night stand. I fell in love with you. I was attracted to
everything
about you. I was wrong to use you like that. I'm so sorry."
He bent
his head down and I saw the tears streaming down his face.
(Greg's POV) I finished my speech
and bent my head down. I did
something I hadn't truly done in years. I cried. I felt his eyes
burning into my neck. I expected him to tell me to leave, but
what
happened surprised me. He put his hand on my face and kissed my
tears
away.
" Don't cry," he said
wearily. " I understand. That must've
taken a lot out of you." He caressed my cheek and smiled.
"You expect me to wake up
without my Californian Raisin?"
"Not anymore than I expect to
wake up without my English
Muffin" I said. For the first time in several months, I
smiled a
genuine smile. I hugged him and he softly whispered in my ear,
"You
really came back!"