Mentor (Johnny Depp)

Chapter 6

I woke up to the sound of a soft vibration under my ear. I slowly opened my eyes, unaware of my surrounding since I had just woken up and everything was still a fog. I recognized I was in my room. Then I realized where the soft vibration was coming from

It was Johnnys snoring.
Somehow my head and arm had made its way to his chest, and his arm had wrapped itself around me.
At first, it felt so natural, like this is where I was supposed to be.

But then I snapped back to reality, and realized this probably wasn't appropriate... buttt..
No. It's not appropriate, I should move.

But my body wouldn't allow me. It was as if Johnny was a magnet and I was made of steel.

It was still bright out, so I know we hadn't taken too long of a nap. I wanted to check the time, I wondered how much time had passed since I fell asleep, or if Travis had returned with the Advil.

I hesitantly pulled myself away from Johnnys grasp, but he tightened it.
I looked up at him, surprised, questioning why he tightened his grip on my waist. But he was still sound asleep.
Maybe it was just a natural reflex?

I silently struggled to get out of his hold on me, and eventually succeeded without waking him up.
It was 3:02pm, we had taken a 3-hour nap.
I went downstairs to see if Travis had returned.

On the kitchen counter was the Advil box, with a note to its side.

Mr. Depp
I didn't want to disturb your sleep with Miss. Paiz
Let's call it even for when I interrupted that moment between you and her the other day in the car, sorry about that.
I'll be at your condo if you need anything else.
Regards, Travis.

I chuckled softly at the note, I was flattered, Johnny had talked to Travis about when we nearly kissed.
I opened the bottle of Advil and took two pills with a full glass of water. The migraine had died down from the nap, but It would intensify sooner or later if I didn't take something for it.
I decided not to wake Johnny up, instead, I went to go practice my painting in the shed. After all, that is the whole reason why I'm here anyways.

Since Johnny was not here to teach me how to paint faces and figures, I decided to practice what I was best at, landscaping.
I turned the canvas and chair to face the outside of the backyard, and began painting.
Johnny had lots of trees and plants, which were always fun to draw.
He also had a pool near the patio where we would eat, so I included that as well.

After a while of mixing different colors to get the right shades and highlights, I had completely ruined my clothes.
Shit. I should've worn my painting shirt. I thought to myself.
My painting shirt was a grey oversized plain Hane's tee that I had thrifted specifically for that purpose.

It wasn't too late to salvage the clothes I had soiled, If I washed them now I had a good chance at getting most of the paint out. I went back into the house, and upstairs to change into a new set of clothes, and then put my painting shirt over them.

I noticed Johnny was still asleep in my bed, so I quietly opened the drawers to my dresser, and picked out my new outfit, a green lace tank top with dark blue ripped shorts.

Johnnys POV
There was a quiet shuffling sound in the room that awoke me.
At first, I was confused because I thought I was in my room, then I realized I had fallen asleep in Bianca's bed. I looked next to me to where Bianca was, but it was empty.
I'll admit, when Bianca half- consciously settled herself onto my chest, I didn't know what to do.
She was younger than me, way younger, and not a relative, I wasn't sure if it was appropriate to be in this position with her. But, once she comfortably fell back asleep on my chest, I couldn't help but pull her in more. Her hair was so soft, and smelt like delicate flowers. It all suddenly just felt natural, her soft exhales on my chest, her hand on my upper stomach, My arm wrapped around her waist, it all felt right.