Mentor (Johnny Depp)

Chapter 3

(A/N: I'm going to switch POV's in this chapter so be sure to pay attention 🫶🏼)

BIANCAS POV:

I woke up to the smell of pancakes cooking on the stove. The smell was so strong it made my stomach growl.
I think it's safe to say that, that was the best sleep of my life. I don't know what witchcraft was put into this mattress but my IKEA mattress back home cannot compare.
I turned over to check my phone and saw it was 7am.
Not wanting to seem lazy, or miss out on a hot breakfast, I did my morning stretches and drank the water that was on my nightstand.
I know most people brush their teeth before breakfast but I always brush them after because it feels like a waste to brush your teeth just to get them dirty again. Plus orange juice and mint? YUCK.

I put a hoodie over my pajama shirt, brushed my hair, and made my way down the stairs, into the kitchen.
Johnny had some of his tunes playing quietly in the kitchen as he cooked.
"Ah there you are! Good morning love, did you sleep well?" Johnny greeted me with a smile, as he scrambled some eggs.
He too was in his pajamas. I've never seen anyone make grey sweats and a white shirt look so sexy.
I smiled back at him, "Yes I did, I think it's the best I've slept in years, that mattress is something else." I chuckled
"I'm glad to hear that! I picked it out for you myself, it supposed to adjust to your curves to give you the best possible sleep," he informed me.
I blushed when he mentioned my curves. I am way overthinking this.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" I asked
"Oh no darling! You're my guest, feel free to sit down at the dining table, breakfast is almost done." He chimed as he led me to the dining room.

It was a warm sunny day, the sun rays shined through the dining rooms windows, making the room warm as well.
I sat down on the chair, admiring the woodwork.
"Hey sweetheart, what would you like to drink?" Johnny exclaimed from the kitchen.
"Oh just a glass of orange juice or water if that's okay!" I answered back.

A few minutes later, Johnny came in holding a tray of food.
"It's rather nice outside isn't it? Would you like to eat on the patio?" He offered.
"Sure!" I agreed
We made our way to a small, round wooden table that was sitting on top of the backyards patio.
I sat down as he placed the plates of food on the table, once everything was situated, he sat across from me, our faces only a few feet away.
"So, tell me a bit about yourself" Johnny said, taking a bite of eggs.
I never knew how to respond to this question, but i guess it's better than eating in silence.

I cleared my throat,
"Well, I've lived in Washington pretty much my whole life, both of my parents and siblings are from Mexico, I was the only one born in America." I began.
Johnny nodded his head in a way that signaled he was paying attention.
"Hmm, well I began drawing when I was a kid. My dad was a good drawer, and I wanted to draw like him. So I guess that inspired my passion for it. My passion for drawing later bloomed to my passion for painting." I continued, I took a bite of pancake, so that he could get a chance to respond.
"Since you were a kid? I've only just recently began painting a few years ago!" He chuckled.
"I think you're gonna be teaching me more than I'll be teaching you," he said as he shook his head.
I laughed back, assuring him that I was sure we would teach each other tips and tricks.

We continued eating our breakfast while making small talk.
I learned that Johnny was born in Kentucky, and that he has a real passion for music. He said that if he wasn't an actor he would probably be in a rock band.
I couldn't help but stare at him while he talked. I monitored the expressions he made as he talked about certain subjects. I admired the way the sun hit the left side of his face, making him have to slightly squint. I looked at the way his jaw would clench with each bite of food, emphasizing his jawline. The way his hair curtained around his face, and how his scent made its way to me through each gust of wind. He smelled like cologne and cigarettes, with a hint of vanilla.