under the sun - gjon's tears

The Universe Always Works Itself Out

As the late morning dawned over Broc, you opened your eyes.

It took you a second to remember where you were before you saw gohan next to you and remembered you stayed at gjon's house the other night.

After you stretched your back which was particularly stiff from sleeping on a couch, you put your coat, which was still damp from the rain, on and went into the garden.

As you admired the scenery and listened to the birds singing in the background, you reached the door to the small hut that gjon sometimes stays in, you knocked on the door not really expecting to get an answer - gjon had probably gone to his bedroom - but to your pleasant surprise, the door opened to reveal gjon behind it reading a eurovision book - of course, he's obsessed with eurovision.

"hellooo, are you finally awake?" he asked, not taking his eyes off the book.

"well I'm not asleep am I?" you told him, dropping down onto the chair next to him.

"you were when I woke up, it's astonishing how you didn't wake up, I knocked over my cup of tea." he explained.

"out of all the friends in the world, how on earth did I end up with you?" you asked sarcastically.

"the universe always works itself out, you know, you have me as your best friend for a reason." he said.

"that's your answer to everything."

"its what my mum used to say to me, it's actually a statement with alot of fact too." gjon said.

"hello, earth to gjon, you don't even like science, wake up." you said.

"I am awake." said gjon with a smirk, god that smirk, it was one of those things that gjon did that seemed to make you like him even more somehow-

"HELLOOOO, CAN YOU HEAR ME, BERNADETTE!" gjon shouted to get your attention.

"what.. Oh yes.." you replied, you've got to stop it, Bernadette, he's your best friend.

"HELLOOOO!" gjon said again.

There you were again, daydreaming while telling yourself not to daydream about your own best friend.

"OH MY GOD PLEASE!" said gjon, hovering above your face.

"okay, there is something wrong with you, just remember, you can tell me anything, you understand Bernadette? Anything." gjon said in a soft tone.

"I know I can gjon, but, this is a bit different, I could tell you when I'm ready, if you want, I just don't feel comfortable saying it now." you explained.

"its fine for me, I just needed to know that you trusted me." gjon said, giving you a tight hug.

That might just have been the best hug you'd ever had, it wasn't too tight, but it was filled with a pleasant Warmth. You couldn't help but give up and sink Into the hug.

"are you OK now?" asked gjon after a few minutes.

"I think, what were you saying before?" you asked.

"I was just asking you what you wanted for breakfast."

"I don't mind a pan au chocolat." you said.

"ill accept anything with chocolate." gjon replied.

As you and gjon walked through the slippery streets of Broc, the smell of fresh pastries filled the air,

"I'll get the food, you go get a table." said gjon.

"outside or inside?" You asked.

"outside if you want." replied gjon.

After taking a seat at a table under an umbrella, you sat and thought through babi, you knew drums would be a great addition - gjon wouldn't go without playing his piano - you did agree that playing the piano alongside more dramatic sounds would add softness to gjon's voice, something that always sounded good when he sang.