Daylight

chapter 31

ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: Johnny ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

After school I had immediately sped over to Anastasia's house. It was weird being able to go straight to her house without have training or a game. It was bittersweet, I got to spend more time with my girlfriend but I was also missing rugby more than anything.

It might sound stupid but rugby was my first love.

Or maybe my second, considering I knew Anastasia first and I loved her the second I laid eyes on her.

Entering the Reid's house I took my shoes off just as Catherine was putting hers on.

"Hey, Johnny," She smiled at me, shoving her feet into a pair of heels.

"Hey. I haven't seen you in forever," I pointed out.

"Yeah, it's been a bit. How are you feeling?" She stared at me, reading my expression.

"I'm feeling well. Things are healing up pretty good so far," I grinned, grateful that it was the truth.

"I'm so glad," She nodded, "sorry, I'd love to chat but I've got a date."

"Yeah grand. Have fun," I smiled before hightailing it up the stairs.

Opening the door to my girlfriend's bedroom, I wasn't surprised to see her laying in bed with Netflix playing on her laptop.

"Hello beautiful," I praised as I took a seat next to her in bed.

"Hi Johnny," She smiled, attempting to hide her blush.

"What are we watching?" I asked, pulling some blanket onto my lap.

"Greys Anatomy," She replied, "it reminds me of my parents."

I looked to the screen to see a bunch of people, I presumed to be doctors, all dressed in blue scrubs running around a hospital. 

"Where are your parents?" I questioned.

"At work. Like always," She sighed, acting nonchalantly.

I knew it was killing her inside. I think sometimes she forgets I know her so well. In all our years being friends, I've learned Anastasia hates her parent's careers.

Or at least the fact they choose it over her nearly one hundred percent of the time.

She spent practically three quarters of her life living at my house. She used to sleep over every time her parents were working overnight in the hospital, which was probably four times a week.

At least that was the case until we started dating. Now when her parents work during the night Anastasia stays home with Vivian.

Courtesy of our parents being cockblocks.

"Are you going to be okay alone?" I asked, wrapping an arm around her.

"I'll be grand. I'm use to it," She mumbled.

"Are you sure? Because I could-," I paused, looking back to the screen, "I'm sorry, is that guy shooting people? In a hospital?"