Out of the Friendzone

Chapter 37

EMMA

I love sleep.

I more than love sleep, I crave it. I enjoy sleeping in on my weekends. I could probably sleep in the entire day. Living with Killian Jones does not allow me this luxury.

Killian's alarm goes off at six in the morning, every morning. This is when he takes his run down the beach and back. Typically, I would go with him, but I've warned him that weekends are not happening. I refuse to run every single day of the week. It's absurd. Weekends are supposed to be fun. Sleeping is fun. Running until you feel like you're going to pass out, getting sweaty and gross, and then having sore legs the rest of the morning - that isn't fun to me.

After Killian returns and showers, he leaves for whichever job he must work that day. He wakes me up to kiss me. Now I'm not complaining about these kisses. No. I love them. He can wake me up and kiss me all he wants. It's when he assumes that I am now awake, and he wants to have a full conversation about his run that I mind. He can tell me all about how he saw the neighbors arguing later.

So after all of this has finished and Killian is gone for the day, I think I'm in the clear. I'm thinking that I have a full day of sleep ahead of me. Nope. Wrong.

I was again woken by a call from Ruby, telling me that Will is being an asshole and not calling her back. This was followed by me having to call Will. Another call ensued to Ruby telling her that Will is sleeping, like I want to be. There is a call a few hours later from my dad which I choose to ignore; he can walk his ass over here and apologize if he wants to talk. When I listen to his voicemail, all it says is that he sold the house. Fine. I mute my calls from here on out and toss my phone to my dresser to crawl back to bed in peace.

I was so close, so close to sleeping in. I thought muting the calls had ended my interruptions. Nope!

Suddenly my phone begins blaring music. Not just any music, Killian and my song is sounding off from across the room. I kick off my sheets in frustration, flailing my arms and legs a bit more animatedly than needed, before retrieving the phone.

A calendar reminder and a text message. I didn't mute anything but my calls. I'll remember that for next weekend.

Friendly Boy (12:04 PM): Emma Marie Nolan, I know you like your sleep. But you needed to know that I ship ___. That's the password to stop the music, BTW. 😜

Okay, so he's adorable.

I open the annoying calendar reminder and enter YOU as the password, which opens it on the first try.

Reminder: Go on a real date with your boyfriend.
Date/Time: July 26 @03:00 PM
Location: YMCA Dance Studio on Park Road
Notes: I'm sorry that I work all the time, Em. Tonight, I'm going to take you on a real date. Dinner, movie, dessert, the whole nine yards. I promise it won't always be like this. We'll share our evenings together someday. You can dress casually.

I close out of my phone and give a small smile towards the blank screen. He doesn't need to feel bad for not sharing our evenings together. I completely understand why he's doing what he's doing. As much as I hate losing my sleep today, this was the best way to wake up. I can't wait for a date with Killian.

***

When I enter the YMCA, I ask the main desk for the dance studio and follow the worker's instructions until I come to two bulky doors at the end of the hallway. I slowly push it open only to be greeted by the stares of about twenty little kids and Killian standing in front of a giant mirror. His hair is a little damp from sweat, as is his white Nike shirt. He smiles enthusiastically and does a little jog to me.