Instant Connection

30

Author's Note: My college just cancelled my main class this semester and I'm very stressed out about it. I will now have a 4 hour break, and classes start on Monday. She emailed us at 3pm, and the campus registration closed at 5. And the last day to register for classes is tomorrow. I checked all the other classes I need to fill the space, or to re-arrange my schedule so I wouldn't have that long break, but because of the last minute notice there's nothing that can really be done.  They're lucky I didn't purchase my textbook yet, because I would've turned into an absolute Karen. I'm very pissed and stressed out and I doubt anyone really cares, but I just needed to rant real quick. 

I laid in my bed thinking about Johnny.

Is he okay?

Did they get out of the tunnel?

If Sid hurts him, I'll hunt that motherfucker down myself and make him wish he was never born. I'll strap him down and slice–

My text tone goes off and my hand shoots out to grab it quickly.

Johnny: On my way back. Wait up for me?

Me: Of course. Be safe.

He's alive. Oh, thank all that is good! My Johnny is alive and he's on his way home. It's going to be at least three hours until he gets here.

I can't sleep now. I fear if I try to take a nap I won't wake up to greet him. Or my alarm will wake the others. This may sound selfish, but I just want to spend some alone time with him. Even if he's just laying in my bed sleeping. I want to be close to him.

I tried to get the time to go by as fast as I could, but it seemed like the hardest thing I ever had to do. I tried to watch a movie, read, and even do paperwork. Nothing could take my mind off Johnny's return. I just watched the time tick by slowly. After two and a half hours, I decided it was okay to wait downstairs. With Johnny's favorite blanket of mine wrapped around me, I sneak downstairs, and take a seat on the couch.

I love Graceland, really I do! I know I can become overwhelmed, but I do love being here and everyone. However, it's eerie as hell at night. I was about to sit outside for him. In fact, right when I got up to go outside I heard footsteps climbing the stairs. I froze.

The door is slowly opening and I rush over and wrap my arms around him, pushing my nose into his chest. His arms wrap around me as he whispers, "Stella, what if it wasn't me?"

"But, it is. It's you. You're home." I inhale his scent.

He sighs and hugs me tighter, "I'm home, baby. Let's go upstairs."

We release our hold on one another, I grab us a beer each and join him upstairs. He walks into my room, which instantly tells me that he doesn't have good news. Since my room has the most distance to someone else's, not much but it's a bit.

I close the door behind him and watch as he is immediately taking off his shoes, shirt and pants and sitting down on the bed. I had him his beer and he takes a huge gulp.

"What happened, Johnny?" I whisper.

"Come here." he commands, holding his free hand out to me, which I gratefully take. He pulls me into him, guiding me to sit on his lap. He wraps his arms around me, and kisses my hair.

"Johnny, talk to me– please." I plead.

"Sid's dead."

I gasp, "What? I- Did Carlito–"

"No. I killed him."

"What happened?"

Johnny proceeds to give me the rundown of everything that happened in Tecate.