under the sun - gjon's tears

Snow?

The next morning, you woke up on the couch in your living room.

You could hear gjon's calm breath just above your head as his arm was still around you.

You lay there looking through the dark living room, the only source of light was from the windows that were covered by curtains. The shadows danced through the room, a bit of light was peaking from the curtains leaking a slim Ray of light through the room.

Gjon's body slightly shifted beneath you and you lifted your head and looked towards him to see his dark-brown eyes adjusting to the little light.

"good morning." said gjon, his voice a bit heavy.

"hi," you said, sitting up to give him more space to stretch.

"it's a Saturday today, you know what that means?" said gjon.

"it's the weekend?" you said.

"no, well yes, but, we get to film the music video for babi!" be threw his lists up in the air, cheering silently.

"it would have been nicer if there was real snow outside though." you said sadly.

"hmmm." nodded gjon in agreement, laying his head down on your lap.

You kissed his forehead lightly and attempted to untangle his hair by running your fingers through it gently as to not hurt gjon.

"it's not going to work, you know."mumbled gjon.

" it's worth the try isn't it?" you asked.

" nope," said gjon simply,"you would think that after knowing me for eleven years, you would know that my hair seems to get more curly every year."

"that's one thing I've always found funny." you said.

"do you prefer me with straight hair or curly hair?" asked gjon.

"I like you with both, why do you ask?"

"this," said gjon sitting up, sitting next to you and putting one of his arms around you, "is a two answer question, so, straight or curly?"

"I mean, curly." you said shortly.

"I agree, good choice." whispered gjon softly into your ear.

Oh goodness, you had shown your weakness last night and gjon was using it for himself. Not that you minded though, it was oddly seductive from gjon.

"oh well, your daydreaming again," gjon said, lowering his voice into a whisper, "now, Bernadette, would you mind telling me what exactly you are thinking about?"

"you-" you said.

"you don't need to imagine, I'm right here." whispered gjon.

"right-" said gjon, standing up and walking towards the curtains and swinging them open for the light to freely flood in.

"what is it?" you asked.

gjon sat down next to you, blocking your sight of the window, "I have a quiz for you, would you like to participate?"

"oh wow, sure sir, I'm the wierd kid who sits at the back of the class and demands more homework." you joked around.

Gjon chuckled at your attempts at joking and carried on, "your going to get one anyway, now, what is white, fluffy, something we get quite alot and we were talking about earlier?"

"snow?" you asked - I mean it was obvious.

"very well guessed." said gjon, standing up off the couch and revealing your view to the window. Outside, indeed was quite enough snow to last way past tomorrow.