April 9th, 1984

Andrew's Point of View

I couldn't wait to tell Jeena about the concert we just did. It was so much fun.

The time was just a little after midnight when we finished, and George had run off to use the bathroom before I could even speak to him about where he wanted to eat. We were both always starving after shows, so I figured since we were exhausted, we could just order from the room service.

The driver got into the car and started the engine.

"Wait," I said. "We're supposed to wait for George."

"He said to go without him." The driver said. Even he was confused. "He apparently was going somewhere else."

"Where?" I asked. "Where could he possibly have to go at twelve-fifteen in the morning?"

He shrugged. "He didn't say."

I scoffed. and leaned my head on the window of the car. "Just take me back to the hotel, I'm sure he'll be there soon."

I wasn't tired enough to sleep in the car, since my adrenaline was still pumping from the loud music and screaming fans.

When we arrived at the hotel, I got inside safely and went up the elevator to the room George and I was staying at.

"George, why didn't you come back with me?" I called out when I shut the door.

No reply.

"Hello?" I said again, this time a little quieter. I didn't want to disturb anyone who was most likely sleeping.

He wasn't here yet. I even checked his bedroom, where he was usually as soon as we got back from wherever we performed.

Maybe he hit traffic.

I sighed and took off my jacket. It was still relatively cold outside, even in this month of April.

I found the room service folder and opened it up, thinking long and hard about what I wanted.

The number to dial was on the front, so when I picked the food that caught my eye, I kicked back my feet and turned on the tv.

When I thanked the person on the other end and hung up, I immediately called Jeena.

She picked up within seconds. "Hello?"

"Hey, cutie." I laughed, knowing that she thought being called 'cutie' was stupid.

"Andy!" It made me smile wider when she got excited. "Oh my Gosh, How was it?! You didn't meet any other girls, did you?"

I chuckled, biting my lip. "Of course not. It went great. A couple of fans nearly climbed on stage, too. George spent about an hour on his hair before the show even started."

"No shock there." Her laugh on the other end made my heart skip a beat. "How is he doing today?"

I looked at the door, hoping he would walk in any second. But no. "He was great during the show, but outside of that, he's just frustrated all the time. I don't really know what to say to him."

She sighed. "Maybe just go up to him tomorrow and scold his ass. Get it together, or whatever."

"You make me smile, you know that?" I said, yawning.

"You make my jaw drop to the floor." She giggled.

"In what way?" A smirk crept up on my face.

"In whatever way you want it to."

There was a knock at the door, and I knew it was my food. "I'll be right back, room service."

I placed the phone on the table and opened the door, my eyes lighting up at the sight of food.

When I came back, Jeena was thankfully still on the other end. "Hey."

"You know..." Her tone got serious, and I was worried. "Deej' burned herself today."

"Oh Gosh, Is she okay? What happened?" I asked.

"She's fine, just burned herself with pasta water."

"How did she do that?"

Jeena was silent on the other end for a while again. "She was angry when I told her you called me just to say hi before you went off to run your errands with George for the tour... since she wished he would do that. Then I guess she threw the pasta into the water too aggressively and it splashed a crap ton on her hand or something. That's when I told you I'd be right back and left you on the phone. When I went out to make sure she was okay, she just said, 'I miss George'."

My heart ached a little for DJ. I felt so horrible that George was being so petty and ignoring her. She's an incredible girl and such a good friend. Then I got angry.

And decided as soon as George walked through that door, I was going full-on pissed off scolding mode.

"I'm going to have a talk with him." I scoffed.

"Andy?"

"Yes?"

"Please get him on the phone soon. She really needs it." Her voice was pleading, and sad. She was worried for her friend.

I sighed and rubbed my forehead. "I'll try, babe."

"Thank you."

"I promise the rest of this tour will go by so fast, I'll see you so soon," I said.

I could hear the smile in her voice. "I'll be waiting."

When I said goodbye I continued eating my food, checking my watch every two minutes.

Now it's twelve forty, and I was getting worried. I had already thrown away any trash I had, and I was going to bed soon. Where was he?

Soon enough, I turned off the light, and then the tv last, already in my pajamas.

I got this weird feeling in my stomach. It was faint, but it was there. I made my train of thought go somewhere else, so I could sleep peacefully through the night.

I opened my eyes to the sound of a door opening. It took a while, but my eyes eventually opened enough to check who it was.

"George!" I managed to say, though it was a bit slurred together. "Where have you been? I've been worried sick!"

He didn't say anything.

In fact, he was sweating a little. And pale.

"Do you feel alright?" I asked, standing up, less aggressive this time.

He didn't say anything again. He swallowed hard. His expression was one I knew, especially his eyes, but it didn't come around often. They were his guilty eyes.

"George," I sucked in a bit of air.
"What did you do?"

George's Point of View

I couldn't even speak. My mouth was dry since I ran here as fast as I could. I needed a shower too.

Not only my throat, but my heart was aching. I walked past Andy and went to the bathroom, turning the water onto the hottest setting there was.

I shut the door to the bathroom fully before stepping into the shower.

I'm a horrible person. What have I done?

I washed every inch of myself as if it could wash away the sin I just committed.

When I was done, I got out and went back to my room to change and dry my hair.

It was nearly nine now, and I had things to get done. Even though all I wanted to do was curl up under the tight bed sheets and never come out.

Andy came in right when I pulled my shirt over. "You really should call DJ. She hurt herself yesterday because she's so upset."

I winced at her name. "Hurt herself?"
"Well, not on purpose. But it still happened. Stop being an ass and call your girlfriend and tell her that you're sorry."

I bit my lip so hard I was sure I drew blood. "I..."

"You what?"

"I can't."

He huffed. "You are absolutely unbelievable." Then walked out.

Plugging in the blow dryer, I began brushing and drying at the same time. I needed to make sure I looked okay for our show tonight. I knew I'd be spending all day on my looks.

Plus, I'll be needing something to fidget with for the rest of this tour. And even more so when I get back to DJ.

I looked at the phone after turning the hairdryer off. I knew her number. Scoffing at myself, I picked up the phone and was about to start dialing her number.

But I couldn't bring myself to do it.

My hand shook at the dial, and my nostrils flared. I slammed the phone down and threw a pillow across the room, hitting the door.

"What is wrong with me?" I questioned. "Why did I do this to myself?"

DJ's Point of View

I snuck into Jeena's room when she went down to get something she forgot in her car.

Thankfully, the hotel's number was right on her desk. I poked the numbers into the phone and waited impatiently for any sound of rustling. I was about ready to vomit.

My heart dropped when something happened, but It was just an answering machine.

"Please leave your message after the beep."

"It's me, DJ," I started. "George if you're the one listening to this, I need you to know that I miss you. Not just being away from you, but your voice. It hurts that you won't speak to me. And I know it's making you feel sucky too. So just know that I'm not one to hold a grudge for long, especially for people I like being around. It's horrible because I would love to be angry at people for a long time, but I forgive so easily. So, um..."

I could feel my voice about to break. "Call me back with my number."

Two tears managed to slip out of my eyes, but I whipped them away fast. I knew Jeena would be back soon, so I skipped back out to the living room, and then the kitchen too.

"My wallet was in the compartment thing. I don't even remember putting it there." I heard the keys.

"Silly you." I gave myself an accent.

"Oh, did George finally call you?" She got excited

"No," I said blankly.

"Do you want me to call him myself and you can leave a voicemail or something? I think they're probably out right now."

"No, it's fine. I... already did with your phone..." I cringed.

"Oh, okay good." She sat on the counter watching me scoop out ice cream for myself.

I looked up at her and frowned. "You're not mad?"

"Why would I be?"

"I don't know, you told me not to use your phone unless I ask."

She hopped off the counter and followed me into the living room. "That's when we first moved in. I was very protective of my crap. I don't care anymore."

"Good to know." I laughed.

"Anything good on TV?" I asked, mainly to myself.

"Let's look."

I pressed the on button on the TV and waited for the screen to come on. The news was first.

"...Ridgeley and George Michael's Big Tour 84' has been a kick in China! People in the streets below are able to hear the screaming audience from their cars."

The first photo they showed was quite adorable, to say the least. George was clearly in the middle of singing, and he seemed happy. But his eyes were different.

They were sad.

We can pretend this fits my description, It's the best one I had In my Wham! photo album. 💀

"They look good," Jeena commented.

"Mhm," I mumbled.

It thankfully didn't last long, and I was shocked they were so big they got on the news all the way from China. Asia, even.

My homework had been finished a few hours ago, but I still had a small amount of studying to do for the last of the finals.

Plus... shouldn't've college acceptance letters come back yet? I hope I got into one of them...

Jeena and I only applied to ones that appealed to us both. We couldn't stand being away from each other. Plus, we weren't gonna get a dorm. We needed our own space. Like the apartment, we have now.

As if she read my mind, Jeena spoke. "Miss Smith wanted me to tell you that we're gonna get our acceptance letters sometime soon."

"I'm nervous."

"Don't be, I'm sure you'll get accepted into all of them." She waved her hand.

"I sure hope so."

When we got quiet again, I couldn't help but wonder about one thing.

Would George end up moving in with me?