scars // johnnie guilbert

chapter 19

storm's pov:

i heard andy biersack's voice- more like scream, through my phone and that's where i realized it's the next day. i turned to the side and turned off the alarm. i rubbed my eyes and made a loud groan.

why the fuck i put on an alarm at 7am when i won't go to school?! i seriously don't know what's wrong with my stupid brain.

today i'll go over johnnie's house and i have a feeling he's lying to me. he can't be sick, we were hanging out in my house couple of hours ago.

after scrolling through instagram and twitter, i got my lazy ass up to make some cereal for breakfast.

*9:04 am*

he must be up by now. if not, i'll wake him up. he's always having a spare key under the door carpet, so i don't need to knock.

i wore a pair of black skinny jeans (as always lol) and a marilyn manson hoodie. i grabbed my house keys and phone, wore my shoes and walked out of the house.

i picked up the key to his door and got inside the house. his mom seems to be at work as i see a bedroom empty. i walked to my left and i see a door half open. i walked and see johnnie sleeping with the covers hugging his body up to his chin. he looks so peaceful and i pray to cobain i make no sound as i walk inside.

i made small circles with my right hand on his back and he seems to calm down under my touch. he shut his eyes together and slowly open them. he looked confused at first, but then he remembered why i'm here.

"well, good morning sleepyhead. it's almost 11, wake up." i smile.

"too early. lay down with me." he pushed me down, before i could answer.

"we're gonna wake up after four hours if you keep it like that." i laugh and he shook his head.

"shush, come cuddle with meee!" he whined and tugged my hoodie.

someone is very cuddly and soft today. yes, that's johnnie. a bit weird, cause he usually wakes up hating everything around him, but i can go with it.

i place my head to his chest as he wrapped his arms around me and i can see his tattoos. yeah, he's "sick". i can't really read what it says, but i can ask him sometime. i bet this tattoo hurt like a bitch.

after a couple of minutes, i got bored and kind of hungry even tho i ate 3 hours ago. who cares, right?

"jee, wake up, let's go eat somethiiiiing!" i tapped on his chest.

i'm really fuckin comfortable right now, but my stomach is hungry. i bet johnnie is hungry too.

"mmm, fine." he sits up.

his eyes widen when he looked at me and then his body. he quickly put a shirt on and i laughed along.

"dude, no need to be shy. i like your tattoo, by the way." i gave a small smile.

"oh, um... thanks." he faced the ground.

i giggle and grab his hand to the kitchen. he sat down at the table and i made us two bowls of chocolate cereal. he shook his head and i took his hand in mine.

"listen, i know how you feel, but you're never gonna win this if you keep saying no. i'll eat the first bite and it's your turn after, okay?" i looked into his worried blue crystal eyes.

he nod, biting his lips, as i picked up the spoon, to take a bite. i see how much he's struggling and i'm trying my best to help him.

he slowly took the first bite and a smile is formed on my lips. he did it! i knew he would.