Secretly a Curtis

11

୨ Chapter Eleven ୧
— Winston —

I lifted my head up as a knocking sound came from my door. Before I could call out to it the door began to open. I couldn't tell who it was but the figure was slowly making its way to my room.

The door closed behind them slowly until the stopped and stared "I didn't mean to wake you...". It was Johnny. "What're you doing in here?" I asked watching him come closer.

"Couldn't really sleep well, Pony's bed is packed so I thought I'd come in here" he said. "Then go home" I said tiredly. He stopped and went still, I felt bad. "Fine, you can sleep here" I sighed moving.

The spot I was laying in was now empty for Johnny to lay down. He began to walk over to the bed before getting him. He laid on top of the covers in his jean jacket and jeans.

"You're not cold?" I asked. He shook his head "These jeans keep me pretty warm" he said. I sighed and closed my eyes again trying to get some sleep. Eventually it worked for a few hours.

3:34 AM | Monday

I opened my eyes since my body was getting warm, to warm. When they opened Johnny wasn't there. He was gone, where'd he go? I sat up looking around for proof he was there.

But it must've been a dream because I was laying in the exact spot he was. I laid back down pulling the covers over my face, oddly enough I was wishing it wasn't a dream.

I didn't like Johnny I just liked the idea of someone sleeping in the same bed as me, even if that person was Johnny. My body was warming up under the covers as I tried to bury myself.

I ripped the cover off my face sitting up again. I put my feet on the ground and got off the bed. I walked towards the door opening it. The hallway was cold and dark.

I made my way through to the living room to see him on the couch sleeping as always. Cilla was no where to be seen. I wondered for a long time about her before grabbing Johnnys cigarettes.

They were laying on the coffee table right by a lighter and his jean jacket. I grabbed the lighter after the pack and walked towards the door quietly. It wasn't creaking so I got lucky.

When I was outside I took a few steps till I was sitting on the bench in front of the window, the curtains were closed so I didn't have to worry about anyone seeing me from inside.

I lit the cigarette before flinging the lighter closed. It was warm so I felt pretty good about myself until I wasn't. Dallas Winston was walking down the street with a smirk on his face as we made eye contact.

"I knew I'd see you later" he said leaning on the gate. I ignored him but my stomach dropped as he began to unlock the gate. He waltzed up the stairs and took a seat right by me.

"I missed you" he said wrapping his arms around my waist pulling me close to him. He tried to kiss me again but I pushed him off "Get off me!" I exclaimed. He smelled strongly of alcohol.

"Woah woah, what's this about? You didn't seem to mind that kiss at the diner" he said surprised. "I was scared of you" I said scooting away from him. He smirked at my words before scooting close to me.