In Love With Mr. Doggy (Skillet Fanfic)

Chapter 28: Best DATE Ever

Still John's POV

*Alarm Clock Rings*
I opened my eyes and the sunlight blinded my eyes.

"Ow!"

My head is pounding and the dried blood makes it more uncomfortable. I guess I banged my head too much last night.

"I better get that clean up 'cause we're having a date today."

"Korey..."

Korey sat down beside me and wiped off the blood from my head with the help of a clean cloth with some alcohol on it.

"Gosh! This is bad!"

"What is it?!" I panicked.

"Your forehead got slightly cut. I'm going to-"

"Sew it up?" I finished for her.

"Yep."

Korey took out the thread and needle from the kit. She inserted the thread to the hole of the needle and tangled the ending point of the thread.

"Are you sure that it's not going to hurt you so bad?"

"I'll be fine. It's nothing compared to my father's beatings every single night." I chuckled.

Korey didn't utter a word. She looked at my arms. Fresh cuts and bruises on it.

"I didn't know that I'll affect you that much."

She slowly started to sew up my cuts. I winced but I got along with the pain. Once she was finished, she got up and handed me a deodorant.

"What's that for?"

"You're not going to take a shower today. If your sewed cuts got into the water, it's going to open up and it will get infected."

"Oh, this is great! I'm going to smell A LOT in the mall." I sarcastically said.

*TIME SKIPS TO THE MALL*

So John, where do you want to have our breakfast?" asked Korey while clinging on my arms.

"Your call, babe."

"Hmmm... what about McDonald's?"

"Okay... what?! McDonald's?" I uttered in full shock.

"John, keep it down!" Korey loudly whispered to me.

Some of the peeps glanced at us.

"Anyways, don't you like eating at McDonald's?"

Flashes of Rica's images flooded my mind. It was at McDonald's where we hanged out several years ago. A lot of good and bad stuff happened there. And it was where I fell more in love with her. Ever since she had left, I stayed away from McDonald's. But I cannot tell Korey any of it. She's going to get mad at me again.

"Sorry. I just got excited. They sell Dr. Pepper there, remember?" I made up an excuse.

"Oh. Well c'mon then."

Korey clutched my hand and pulled me all over to McDonald's. Once she opened the door to let us in, a famillar aroma filled my nose. The smell of french fries, the sizzling juicy chickens, and the appetizing smell of cheese burgers. Korey happily ordered our food as I sit down with my head still hurting so much. She came back with a tray and placed our food down. She gently sat down on the chair across me. I bit down on the chicken and didn't talk for a few boring minutes.

"What's wrong, honey? You usually drink your soda a lot but now, you didn't even touch it. And you usually talk endlessly."

"My throat is just sore. Don't worry about me." I cheerfully said. But Korey heard that my voice was shaky.

"John, I know you. When you have a problem, you zip your mouth and act very odd. It's okay. Tell me what's ever bothering you. I promise not to get mad."

She's right. I can't keep this anymore! I need to tell her.

"This place... this restaurant is where Rica and I used to hang out." I bodly said.

Kor placed her hand on mine and smiled so sweetly to me.

"I understand you. It's not easy to forget someone. I apologize. I didn't know that you are all nostalgic about this place."

Yes! My Korey understands me! We ate the food and got outside. Man, it's so good to be out of that place! At least I have my Dr. Pepper! We strolled around the mall and we got a tattoo of a ring on our ring fingers. That way, it will always remind us that we are husband and wife forever.

"What do you want to do next, Kor?"

"How 'bout a horror movie before we go home?'

We watched a movie entitled, "The Taking of Deborah Logan." It was super weird and creepy! Korey keeps on burying her face on my chest. How cute! We were in the middle of the climax when a police came in and asked for me.

"I'm right here, Sir!" I raised my hand.

The police went near me and said, "John Cooper, you need to get to the clothing store on the 2nd Floor. There is something that you are responsible of."

"What?"

Things were going well and now...! Ugh! What could it be? Am I getting arrested? I hope not!