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Apologies : Dealor

Johns POV:
"Roger I'm sorry! Don't be like this." I pleaded, looking at him with tears in my eyes.

"Don't be like what John?! This is who I am!" He yelled back at me.

"Don't be a dick Rog! This isn't you! I know you." I soothed my tone of voice towards the end of my sentence.

"No you don't! You think you do but you don't! You don't know fucking anything about me John, and you expect me to be perfect all the bloody time, and I'm sick of it! I'm sick of you! The way you always want to be near me and never let me hand out with anyone else and how you get angry at me for the smallest things and how you always expect me to do things for you!" His words hurt me, like the really hurt me. I could feel myself start to cry, I didn't know if they where angry or sad tears- probably a mixture of both.

"Well I'm sorry you are sick of my being in love with you! You know if you hate me so much my don't you just break up with me? And I don't expect you to do anything for me, and I let you go out with other people all the time! Oh yeh and I'm sorry I want to be with you a lot, it's only because I love you and I don't want to be away from you! But no of course that's all bad in your eyes, honestly Roger I don't know why you are even dating me if you are so un in love with me!" I shouted back, red faced, and struggling to breath.

"I do love you! It's just hard sometimes, you are just so difficult!" He spluttered our his stupid reasonings.

"Wow. So that's how it is then. I'm so difficult, of course I am. Roger I don't think just because I want to spend time with you means I'm difficult." I replied, not even raising my voice I felt so upset now. Now I knew how he truly felt about me.

"John I didn't mean it like that!" He defended himself, walking over to me seeing that I was genuinely upset.

"Well... Roger I think t-that you did." I chocked out, more tears filling up my eyes. I turned around and walked out of the kitchen and then out of the house.

I could hear Roger calling after me, but I didn't want to turn back and see him. He had really messed up this time.

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Roger's POV:
John ran out, he was crying, I was crying. I had really messed up this time. I chased after him calling out his name. I hadn't bothered to put on shoes, couldn't waste the time. I saw him walking ahead of me, looking down at the floor, he also hadn't put on shoes. This whole thing started with something so stupid, John made a joke and I didn't find it too funny, so then I got all insulted and then we just started to fight.

I decided to run to catch up with him, I winced with every step feeling the rough pavement beneath my feet. I caught up pretty soon because he was walking very slowly.

"John. John please look at me I'm sorry." I begged him.

Slowly he turned to face me, I saw his face was red and puffy from crying so much. I sighed sadly and cupped his face with my hands, the action seemed to make him start crying softly again, I wiped away his tears with my thumbs kissing his forehead.

"I'm sorry Johnny."

"I'm sorry too Rog. Not just for saying what I said, I did something else, and I'm sorry." He looked up at me, his eyes filled with guilt.

"What did you do?" I asked.

He looked down, biting down on his bottom lip nervously. "Well you know Adam, well I bumped into him.. and we had a few drinks and and he kissed me. I was drunk, very drunk! I'm so sorry Roger, please forgive me." I could feel the anger bubbling up inside of me, white hot anger. Adam was John's ex, and John knew very well that I didn't like Adam and I didn't want him anywhere near my boyfriend.