under the sun - gjon's tears

You Guess!

You felt someone jump onto your bed and start shaking you.

"Bernadette, hey, Bernadette." said gjon.

You opened your eyes and looked at gjon.

"what." you asked.

"you guess!" he says, smiling brightly.

"I don't know? Ummmmm, you got gohan a new toy?" you guessed.

"no, well yes, but keep guessing." he said.

"you and your band have a new festival to go to?"

"yes, but, do you want me to tell you?" he said.

"sure." you said.

Let's be honest, this was gjon, this could be anything, brace yourself Bernadette, brace yourself.

"babi made it to number one in the Albanian charts!" he said.

"that's amazing!" you said, hugging him tightly.

"You helped." said gjon.

"it was just a small part." you said confusedly, "you and the band did the rest."

"you're always like this, just take the credit." said gjon.

You rolled your eyes and kissed gjon.

...

"So what shall we do?" asked gjon.

"well, my mum sent me a text saying that Janet is having another party. Do you want to go? It's tomorrow." you asked.

"Of course, it was an amazing party last time." He said.

"mhm." you said, You remembered what happened last time.

Gjon said something you didn't quite hear in your daydreams and put his spoon of cereal to his lips.

You returned to reality only when you saw gjon's face slightly above yours.

"somebody seems to be daydreaming, yet again," said gjon.

"hm?" you asked.

"nothing, come on, let's walk gohan!" he said, clapping towards gohan to get his attention.

You smiled at the enthusiasm gohan had running around the room as gjon searched for gohan's tennis ball.

"found it!" you heard.

You looked in gjon's direction and saw a pair of legs sticking out of the back of the couch.

"good for you." you said, putting your hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter.

"ummm, sorry to ask," said gjon after about half a minute, "but, ummm, well you see, I'm stuck."

You laughed, you knew exactly how this would go down.

"what are you laughing at? I am in danger of dying of suffication." he said, wiggling his legs in attempts to flip over.

"nothing." you said.

"helloooooo." he said, after a moment of silence .

"yes, dearest gjon." you said.

"you sound like you are eighty years old and we are an old married couple with thirteen cats." he started, "incase you have forgotten, I am stuck, S T U C K." He even spelt it out.

"and what would you like me to do about this particular situation?" you asked.

"get me out, please." he said.