Of course, the piece and quiet of the early morning was interrupted by my alarm going off.
"We have to get up." I sighed and felt John hold onto me tighter.
"Nooo. We have to get up." I protested but felt myself snuggling back up to him.
"That's not getting up either." He chuckled but made no move to get up himself.
The alarm went off again, and he groaned.
"We really have to... get up." I said, yawning. I rolled over and away from his warm body and onto the cool mattress. Feeling John try and press me back against him, I fled the bed... meanjng I rolled further away from him, falling out of bed.
"Did you just roll out of the bed?" He chuckled quietly.
Instead of forming words, I plainly groaned at him, which made him laugh louder. "Alright. Let's get this day started." He declared and got out of bed while I climbed up from the floor.
"Looks like I don't have anything scheduled until after our meeting at 12." I said while getting ready.
"Good. Then you can move your stuff over into my apartment." He said while already walking out the door. (He had to get dressed after all.)
Before I packed my stuff, I decided to get some hot chocolate from that cornershop. After throwing something more casual over the suit, I got going.
I don't know how these morons didn't notice that I was red. Canary is beyond me. I mean, throw on a sweater and some loose jeans, and no one will recognize your face anymore. It's wild.
I got in line and waited for my turn, like everyone else. Until I saw a little pictureframe, a fake candle, and a little tip tray.
As I stepped closer to the counter, the picture got clearer. It was that asshat barrista who hit on me. On the top of the frame sat a little black bow.
"He was barrista of the month." The young man sniffled as she saw me stare at the picture.
"Well, the bow makes it look like he's dead." I said plainly.
"Because he is!" He cried, and another barrista rushed to comfort him.
"I'm sorry. I'll better go now." I said and quickly exited the store.
"Good grief. Now I really can't go back here...like ever again." I murmered.
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Jealousy Isn't A Good Look On You
FanfictionI do not own any of the characters. Y/n are a supe. But not a famous one, that didn't work out. Now you are one of the sevens PAs. Maybe, briefly The Deep will fight for you. But you know... its Homelander. It always will be.
