Muse- Johnnie Guilbert X y/n

Bring me to life

The next morning unfolded with a subtle haze of grogginess, the remnants of a night filled with movies and shared laughter. As I stirred awake, the realization of the new day brought with it a sense of warmth and comfort.

Glancing to my side, I found myself waking up next to Johnnie. The previous night's tension had given way to a sense of ease, and the casual closeness felt surprisingly natural. Johnnie, still in the realm of slumber, appeared peacefully unaware of the morning light filtering through the fort.

As I moved position, Johnnie, who was also waking up, looked at me with a half-smile. "Morning," he greeted, his voice carrying a mix of ease and a hint of amusement.

I returned the greeting with a casual smile, feeling a certain lightness in the air despite the events of the night before. It wasn't awkward, and that realization brought a sense of relief. We both seemed to share an unspoken understanding that the night's closeness was a fleeting moment, a product of exhaustion and the unique circumstances of my arrival in LA.

As we emerged from the fort, the morning greeted us with a new day of possibilities. Walking into the living room, I encountered Jake and Tara, their expressions a playful mix of teasing and curiosity. Tara couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, shooting me a knowing look that spoke volumes about her mischievous nature.

"So, how was your second night in LA?" Jake chimed in, a teasing glint in his eyes.

I shrugged, keeping things nonchalant. "Yeah it was nice!"

Tara couldn't contain her laughter, and Jake joined in with a chuckle. Their reactions were more light-hearted than I anticipated, and it reassured me that this newfound dynamic within the group wouldn't be a source of awkwardness.

Johnnie, standing beside me, wore a casual smirk as he added, "Yeah, definitely cozy."

There was the scent of brewing coffee and sizzling bacon permeating the air as we walked into the kitchen. As we all pitched in to make breakfast, there was a seamless coordination in the kitchen. Pancakes flipped, eggs scrambled, and bacon crisped under the watchful eyes of our makeshift chefs.

Amidst the banter and shared tasks, I found myself stealing glances at Johnnie, and the tension between us lingered in the air. Our eyes met, acknowledging the shift that had occurred the night before.

Breakfast was served, and we gathered around the table, plates filled with a mix of sweet and savory delights. The morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow on the scene. The conversation flowed effortlessly, a mix of teasing banter and genuine laughter. As we savored our breakfast, the unspoken romance between Johnnie and me added a layer of tension to the atmosphere along with subtle eye contact every now and then, it drove me crazy.

With the breakfast dishes cleared and the boys headed home, Tara and I found ourselves in the living room, cozy on the couch.

As we settled in, Tara couldn't contain her mischievous grin. "Alright, spill the tea. What's going on between you and Johnnie?"

I chuckled, feeling a flush of embarrassment coloring my cheeks. "Oh, come on, T. It's nothing, really."

Tara raised an eyebrow, her eyes glinting with playful curiosity. "Uh-huh, 'nothing.' I've known you forever, Y/n. You can't hide these things from me."

I sighed, giving in to the infectious atmosphere. "Okay, fine. Maybe there's something there. I mean, we did end up cuddling in the fort last night."

Tara's eyes widened, and a knowing smile spread across her face. "I knew it! You two really can't hide it well," she teased.

We both burst into laughter. Giggling like schoolgirls, we delved into a full-fledged gossip session, dissecting every glance, touch, and shared moment between Johnnie and me. It was the kind of conversation that felt like a guilty pleasure, the joy of sharing secrets and speculating about budding romances.