Fake Turns Real

Crazy

I was typing out my latest story in my own room. At John’s house.
We had got back from Paris for a week now, and I was of course, living with John now. But we had different rooms, and I was very grateful that John had given me space and gave me his guest room.
I was a writer and John was a music composer, so we both worked at home most of the time, in our own rooms.
I was busy typing away on my laptop when there came a knock on my door.
“Yeah?” I called, not bothering to even look up from the computer. I heard the door being opened, but that was it. I could not hear John coming close nor speaking.
“Yes John?” I asked, still typing.
“It’s almost noon,” John said, and from the source of his sound I could tell he was standing in my doorway.
“So?”
“Let’s go out for lunch,”
“I’m in this writing mode right now; I can’t,” I said.
“Awww come on!” John said, “I don’t want to be all lonely and eat alone. And aren’t you hungry?”
“Well, if you can wait, could you give me a few more minutes? I might finish this off and join you,” I said, still drumming my fingers on the keyboard.
“Okay,” John replied, and I could tell he was smiling from his tone.
So I wrote a few more paragraphs and stretched. I guessed John was now waiting for me either in his room or downstairs, so I stood up and was about to head for the closet when I screamed.
“JOHN!” I yelled, startled. He was still standing in the doorway, leaning against the wooden frame. He had been watching me all the while. And he was not wearing a shirt.
“What?” he grinned at me with a raised brow.
“You scared me,” I said, “And please, can’t you put on a shirt? Why do you always have to run around the house shirtless? You’re not alone in this house anymore you know.” I swore if he kept doing this, I was going to get a stroke soon. He was always walking around in just shorts and that was too much sexiness to handle.
“No,” he broadened his grin, “This is my house, and I can do whatever I want. You can choose to not look.”
“Ugh,” I rolled my eyes at him and urged him out of the way so I could close the door and get changed, “I need to get changed now.”
“Go ahead and get changed,” John did not bother to move under my shove, “I don’t mind.”
“But I do,”
“You’re already constantly seeing my body, so why can’t I see yours?”
“I didn’t ask for that,”
“But it’s already on show,”
“SHUT UP,” I stuck my tongue out at him and grabbed some clothes out of the closet before heading to the attached bathroom to get changed.

We went out for lunch today seen as it was a Saturday, but we did cook at home sometimes. We had got used to acting as a couple now so we instinctively kept close to each other when we were in the public, and I had also got more comfortable with it. But surely, that did not mean that I liked the idea.
“We’re going to visit my parents tomorrow,” I said in the middle of the meal, “In the morning. They said they’re going to organize a lunch party so we have to go over early.”
“Is Richard going to be there?” John asked, smiling.
Even though Richard had now got a girlfriend, we could totally tell he still had a thing on me, but not as serious as before now. This explained why John and I were still together. And I knew John liked to make him jealous. John, oh John. He was helpless.
“I’m not sure,” I told him, “But I guess so… You know, he still has a close relationship with my parents.”
“Good,” John laughed, and we spent the whole day chilling at home.

“WAKE UP!” I shouted beside John’s bed, as it was time for him to wake up. We were supposed to head over to my parents’ to join the house party. But John was still sleeping, so I went over to his room to wake him up.
He snuggled closer to his blanket when I yelled again and shook his bare shoulders, “John you have to start moving!”
“Ugh,” he groaned, and stirred, “I’ve already moved. Now leave me alone…”
Okay, I had to say, he was super sexy like this. And I was kind of jealous. I wished I could still look nice when I was half asleep. And oh, the way he groaned…
ANYWAY. I rolled my eyes at him at his stupid reply, even though he could not see.
I went to the side of where he was now facing and tore his blanket off—
“AHHHH!” I screamed at the horrific sight in front of me. HE WAS SLEEPING NAKED.
“What?” John finally shot his eyes open when he heard my piercing scream. I backed away from his bed as he began to sit up.
“OH GOD,” I gasped, my face getting hot. I quickly covered my eyes with my hands and could not move away from the scene as I was too shocked.
I heard John chuckle, “You’re my wife, so why are you acting like this at the sight of my… Erm… Pop Rocket?”
“Seriously,” I said, embarrassed, still covering my eyes, and I could feel John was now standing in front of me, which made my face redden further, “It’s only on the outside, how many times do I have to remind you? Oh my God… This is so frightening okay!”
John laughed, “Are you simply frightened by the size?”
Jeez. SOMEONE HELP THIS PERVERT PLEASE.
“Shut up!” I protested, and began to back away from him slowly.
“Hey,” John stopped me by grabbing my hands and tore them away from my eyes, which made me scream once again and I tried to yank them back to cover my sight. But he kept them down and there was no way I could fight him.
“You’re funny,” John made a face at me and smirked.
DO NOT LOOK DOWN (YN), I told myself, DON’T YOU DARE.
John could obviously notice my strained expression and he raised an eyebrow sexily, “You actually want to look, don’t you?”
“No,” I could feel more blood rushing up to my cheeks, and attempted to look away… But I did not even know why, I ended up looking down.
OH MY GOD.
“OH GOD SERIOUSLY I NEED TO LEAVE,” I screamed and pulled my hands away from John’s grasp, and ran out of the room. I could hear John laughing.
I was leaning against the rail of the landing and John had closed his door to probably put some clothes on. I was panting heavily, still shocked from what had just happened. WHY DID YOU HAVE TO LOOK DOWN (YN), I could not stop questioning myself. Being with this pervert for such a long time must have messed up my head.
“Hey,” John’s door open suddenly and I quickly strengthened my pose so I did not look like I was freaking out over him. I turned around and found John in boxers only. LORD, SAVE ME.
I tried to keep my eyes off his lower body as I could see he was kind of… Excited now. What was wrong with him seriously this boy was not normal anymore. Why would he walk out when he was in that state?
“What are you doing out here?” I demanded, “In just your boxers? This is getting worse John; why do you keep exposing yourself? Put some pants on!”
“Like I said, this is my house; I can do whatever I want,”
“Do you do this too when you have guests besides me here?”
“You’re the only one allowed to look, baby,” he winked at me.
“Please,” I rolled my eyes at him, but I was secretly dying inside.
“Anyway, I’m going downstairs to eat breakfast,” John said and walked towards the stairs, “You want to join me?”
“Are you seriously going to eat in just your boxers?” I asked, but followed him anyway.
“Yeah, problem?” he stopped and turned around to face me biting his lip when we had reached the bottom. HE SHOULD STOP DOING THAT FOR REAL. My heart was going to explode soon.
“Yes,”
“I guess you just have to deal with it,” he smirked and continued the walk to the kitchen.
I sighed; I could not do anything about it, could I?