We Were Rivals

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟠

I smoothly drive Jon's BMW down the back roads to his house, relying on my GPS's history to find his location. After a few more minutes of jamming to 80's music I arrive at Jon's house, gliding the car into the driveway. I put the car in park and reach over to my phone, which is resting on the passenger seat. I quickly shoot Jon a text saying that I'm at his house. After about 5 minutes of no response I shut off the car's engine with a sigh and walk over to his front door.

I knock lightly on the door,

"Jon?" I lightly question with no response.

I look around the entrance and see a doorbell, so I reach over and give it a ring. After about a minute or so the door flies open and out steps a very disheveled Jon.

He lets out a small groan as he wobbles in the doorframe and trips over the step, crashing into me. The sheer force of his tall frame makes me stumble back. With nothing to grab on to, I fall back onto the sidewalk.

This seems to knock Jon's mind back into place as he shifts uncomfortably on top of me. His hands still attached to my arms, a result of the fall. His firm grasp quickly releases as he sits up and looks at me with wide eyes.

"I'm so sorry," He quickly stambers, his face growing red.

"It's okay," I mumble.

He quickly climbs off of me and brushes himself off. I quickly do the same, only to realize that Jon is still in his pajamas, his face is unshaven, and his hair is unkempt.

"Jon!" I exclaim. "You're going to be late for work!"

"Shit, what time is it?"

"Time for us to go!" I say hurriedly. "Cmon, you've got to get ready."

"Y/N let's be real. Most of the employees have hangovers so they will probably be late anyways. Also, I'm the boss. I can do what I want." Jon says with a smug smirk.

I playfully smack his arm and tell him to get ready with a laugh.

He groans as he heads back inside.

"Oh, do you want to come in?" He asks, gesturing to the open door.

"Yeah, sure," I say while walking inside.

I take a look around his house. It's a decent size and it is well furnished/decorated.

"You can do whatever you want, I won't take long. You could watch some TV or grab a snack. Doesn't matter to me." Jon shrugs.

"Thanks," I hum while heading over to the kitchen.

I open his fully stocked fridge and see fruit and yogurt so I instinctively reach for them. A quick and easy breakfast of a parfait. Everybody loves parfaits! (Please comment if you get the reference)

"Hey Jon, do you have any granola?" I call out.

I hear the sink faucet shut off and Jon's reply of,

"Yeah, the cabinet closest to the fridge."

"Thanks," I say back.

After I assemble my breakfast I walk over to his kitchen island and sit on one of the barstools. After a few bites, my phone starts to ring.

"Hello?" I ask hesitantly.

"Hello, is this Y/N Y/L/N?" The mysterious voice questions.

"Yes, that is me. May I ask whom I'm talking to?"

"This is Mike from the repair shop. Your car should be all ready to go by 5 o'clock this afternoon!"

"Ahh thank you so much!" I cheerfully say into the phone, thankful that it wasn't a creep.