Johnnys P.O.V
I lay awake staring into the darkness. Caroline was the only thing on my mind. I wanted to see her again, to hold her, to just be in the same room as her...
Carolines P.O.V
I stared at my cat who was lying in the corner of my room.
"If only you could give me advice" I sighed switching off the light and flopping into my soft cream colored sheets.
I already missed him, he probably didn't even feel the same. We just met, who would even consider talking to someone like me? I reached for my phone and stared at the dark screen.
Text him.
I turned it on and stared typing, before I knew it I had composed a full fledged messege. Should send it? Is it too late? Would he even be awake? It was 3am after all... Without giving too much thought I pressed send.
Dammit I probably woke him up.
Me: hey, I know it's late but do you maybe want to go for dinner or a movie later?
I patiently awaited a response. I turned off the screen and glanced back at my cat, still sleeping.
Lazy fucker.
I started breaking into a nervous sweat. What if I did wake him up? Would he be mad? Shit. My phone buzzed.
Johnny: sure, 5:30pm my place? I can pick you up.
Me: alright sounds good. See you then.
It felt as if there were thousands of tiny butterflies circling in my stomach. A large grin spread across my face. What should I wear? Casual or fancy? My phone went off for the final time that night.
Johnny: goodnight love
Johnnys P.O.V
She actually wanted to go out with me. Thank god Ava was at Asia's for the weekend. I still needed to clean the house though... I'd worry about that in the morning. I closed my eyes and kicked off my sheets. I felt a smile spread across my face. Maybe things would finally start looking up for me. I let out a sigh and stared to drift off.
Carolines P.O.V
I woke up with the sun illuminating my room. I shifted my eyes to my clock. 10:28. I groaned and ruffled my messy brown hair. I needed to get up. I eventually threw off my sheets and got up. My cat was there to greet me at my door. He let out a soft meow of content as I ran my hand along his silvery fur. It glittered vibrantly in the sunlight peeking through my window. I would have rather it been raining today, I had an obsession with thunderstorms. I just adored the booming waves of thunder and the pristine beauty of lightning. I flushed my thoughts away, reaching for the door knob to open it. I hesitantly walked into the kitchen, reaching for my coffee mug from the cabinet. I set it down onto the granite countertop. Coffee, the one and only kind of breakfast. I smiled at the thought of the luscious smell radiating from the warm mug. I started the coffee machine and grabbed some creamer out of the fridge.
I made a quick glance at the stovetop clock. 10:50... Shit, I forgot to feed my cats. I reached for the large bowl off of the corner of the counter, filling it with dry food.
"Minx, Impala. Breakfast!" I yelled.
My voice echoed throughout the halls. Moments later I heard boisterous meows coming closer to the kitchen. Loud paws scuffled against the countertop as both cats leapt onto the counter, and started eating.
Johnnys P.O.V
I quickly dried off after stepping out of the shower. I had two hours to clean, get dressed, and make dinner. I woke up late... Again. No. Correction, I woke up on time but fell back to sleep.
I swiftly threw on a blue and white button up flannel and a pair of khaki jeans. I started at myself in the mirror, tightening the collar of my shirt. Should I wear a hat? ....why not.
I reached into my closet and grabbed a grey snap back and placed it onto my head, backwards. Time to clean. My house wasn't terribly clean, but it wasn't terribly messy either. Let's just say it looked better than hoarding buried alive. This was going to take forever. Time for plan B.
I forcefully shoved everything I could under the couch, setting the rest nearly into the closest. Good enough for a temporary fix. Now onto dinner... I reached for my phone in my back pocket, texting Caroline.
Me: what do you want for dinner?
Caroline: Chinese?
That's do-able. I called in the food assuming she'd like orange chicken, I mean who doesn't?
4:30pm. I had an hour to get the food and pick her up. I let out a loud sigh and flopped onto the couch. Why was I so nervous? Everything would turn out fine...
