The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

*Andy's POV*

I have no idea how I'm going to get across what I need to say, but I need help urgently and I know my heart will guide me. Juliet will know how to salvage what I have totally botched. As I am calling her from the favorites menu on my phone, I notice it's 4:38 am. I feel bad, but I know my sweet little dragonfly will understand.

It rings twice. "Mmmnndy? What's wrong baby?"

"Babe.." I had missed her so much, I hadn't seen her in weeks. "I met a girl, I think I really like her-"

"Babe! That's wonderful! So what's wrong? Rabbit? She... she didn't hurt you, did she?" She had been excited at first, full of compersion, but her voice darkened at the thoughts of what could have happened.

"She was fine until, um, after we were intimate. Then she really lost it, I don't think she meant what she said, but I completely overreacted and sent her away. And... um... wrecked the front of the tour bus... Fuck!" And I started crying a little.

"Oh baby. It sounds like you're falling for a very sensitive woman. Can you tell me about your night? Just start with when you met her."

So I did, I went over every detail, though I glossed over the particulars of the sex, aside from that we had used protection and that Gwyn said she had an IUD. Juliet is amazing. She asks a few questions for clarification, but mostly just listens. Our love is something that doesn't need to have reasons or explanations or extra fluff, it just is. It will never weaken.

Afterwards, just as I knew she would, my girl had a plan. Well, she actually had two plans, and she outlined her basic ideas for me, figuring I could choose what felt right.

Plan A: I had the video with Gwyn in it yelling at that burly dude. She suggested I email her the video, and she would capture and enhance a good image of Gwyn for me, since I didn't know how. She could send the image back to me, and I could post that on Twitter, asking the BVB Army for help finding her, saying that I was sorry, and that I needed to find her in the next 36 hours or so. Jules pointed out that while this might be pretty effective, it came with some substantial issues.

First, I would either have to come out as poly, or look like a total creeper. Second, I would be putting the international spotlight on Gwyn without her consent. And as Juliet reminded me, being the lover of a sometime 'Hottest Male' can earn a lot of hatred very quickly.

Plan B: I knew she was a veterinarian, I knew her name was Gwyn (I spelled it for her), which was unusual, and she probably worked in the state. I could try and work some Google magic, figure out where she worked, and maybe she would be working tomorrow, or maybe she would even have a publicly listed address and phone number. Failing those things, maybe I could just tweet what I knew, and the BVB Army could help me from there, though that brought in some of those Plan A type issues.

"So, baby, what do you think? Does any of that feel right for you?"

(*FYI, definition: compersion = A feeling of joy when a loved one invests in and takes pleasure from another romantic or sexual relationship.)

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