Katy's P.O.V.
Nothing. Thats what was happening the whole car ride. As the faint sounds of us breathing flow through my head I couldn't find the strength to keep control of my mouth. I wanted to just ask him about everything that's happening in his life but we're free people now, I don't need to know all the details.
"So where am I going?" I ask, finally saying something to clear the air.
I glance over to John who's looking back at me.
"Uh, my house," he says. I give him a confused look.
"My new house" he continues. My body clenches when he says that. He has a new house.
Just then I realize this wasn't a good idea. I shouldn't be doing this to myself. I need to let him go.. for good.
"Oh, okay. And where's that?" I ask trying to sound as normal as possible.
After he gave me the address we stayed silent. Nothing was said, nothing needed to be said. I think this is the most awkward we've ever been towards each other.
A couple minutes later I make it to his house. It was nice, big, beautiful, and his, all his.
"Ok" I say. I watched as he unbuckles himself from the passengers seat. I've got to admit I was missing that chest of his.
"Thank you Katy" he says to me. I look into his eyes and give him a small smile. He follows it up with a smile of his own.
We shared a tiny moment together for the first time in a while. Although it wasn't exactly the best moment but at least it was one.
"Bye" John says. He turns his head and opens the door. Just as it closes I slightly say bye back. I watch him enter the front door. As he does so, I press on the gas and drive off.
When I got home I couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness. I didn't have anyone to talk to, I didnt have anyone to watch TV with, and I didn't have anyone to cuddle with. I didn't want to feel all down and sad the rest of the night so I grabbed a bottle of red wine and drank. Why I thought drinking would help me feel better is beyond me.
Johns P.O.V.
As I sit on the couch going over my life in short forms I decide I need to get in the shower to stop from all the over thinking. As I walk into the bathroom I look at myself in the mirror, admiring the small beard I've managed to grow in the short amount of time I've been.. Single. Katy never liked my beard. She always said it itches her face when she kisses me or it pokes her when we're cuddling. I don't know, it never really bothered me but if she didn't like it of course I would do everything in my will to make her happy.
I stopped looking at myself to realize I haven't even got in the shower yet. I took my stuff off and hopped in the shower.
About 15 minutes later I get out and get my clothes on. I walk downstairs and have a seat where I was originally sitting before I got in the shower. As I was looking around I saw my phone on the armrest and decided to check it out.
When I got on it I saw that I had two missed calls. Of course I was gonna check them but my mind couldn't help but be extra curious as to who would call me this late at night.
When I saw who it was I was shocked and a little curious. Why would Katy call me? Was she okay? I pressed on her name and saw that she had left me a voicemail.
"Hey Jonny boo, it's me Katy of course. I- uhh, was wondering if you could pick me up. I was having a teeny-weeny drink and somehow I ended up on the side of the road. Your the only person I actually can count on. Pleeaassee? Love you." As I listened to her drunken voicemail over a couple times I realized everything she said. She needed me.
