under the sun - gjon's tears

Janet's Stupid Party

You woke up as you heard the curtains being pulled back.

A bit of light went through your eyelids and you scrunched your eyes.

You felt gjon lying down next to you again and you put an arm around his body.

"good afternoon." said gjon.

"what?" you said, opening your eyes and looking at him.

"look at my watch." he said, holding it in front of you.

"how-its three? In the afternoon? How?" you asked. Time isn't real anyways.

"time is mind boggling, Bernadette." said gjon.

"its just, I, slept so much and I'm still tired." you said.

"well then, go to sleep. I intend to although I shall set an alarm for two hours before Janet's party so we aren't late." he said, pressing a few buttons on his watch.

"Janet's Stupid party." you said.

"heyyyy, I like those." said gjon, giving you puppy dog eyes.

You leaned in and kissed him,
"don't do those eyes, they're enough to win anyone." you say.

"I know. That is why I am doing them." he said.

"you already have my heart, there is no need to." you say - what? He did have your heart.

Gjon smiled and looked slightly down to you, his eyes on yours.

You pulled him towards you and kissed him softly, he put a hand on your cheek.

You smiled at gjon and he hugged you in the comfortable silence.

After a while, gjon had put his head on your lap and you pulled your fingers through his hair to attempt to even it out.

You thought you had a bit déjà vu as you were pretty sure you had dreamt of someone that just happened to look exactly like gjon laying down with his head on your lap in this exact room when you were 13.

You had wondered what the dream was about and had actually told gjon about that dream and he said its probably just one of those things you dream of that come in the future. He was right, he just didn't know he was talking about himself.

Gjon held your hand and put it on his hair.

"why did you stop?" asked gjon, somehow a sad tone in his voice.

"are you really that sad because I stopped running my fingers through your hair?" you asked amusedly.

"kind of, I like it. What were you thinking about though?" he asked.

"well, remember that time when were about 13 and I told you about this dream I had?" you started.

"Umm, the one with that person with their head on your lap or something like that?" he guessed.

"yes, the exact one." you said.

"well, what about it?" he asked, putting your hand back in his hair as you had stopped running you hand through it again.

You smiled as you ran your hand through his hair and talked.

"well, I just had some déjà vu, so in the dream I remember, that person had curly brown hair and seemed to be wearing the same pyjamas as you are now. Also the room looked just like this." you said.

"so, you're telling me, when I said it was probably one of those things that happen in the future, I was talking about myself in a way?" he wondered.