Winning Skylinn

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||Jonny's POV||

I looked over to see a sleeping Skylinn. She must've been more tired than she thought. Or maybe my reading lulled her to sleep. I didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult... Either I had a soothing voice, or I was boring.

"Skylinn?" I whispered, to see if she was really asleep.

When there was no reply, I scooped her up bridal style and carried her off the roof as carefully as possible. I almost tripped once, but I regained my balance. Thank God, or we could've been in another accident. Not a good idea.

Finally, I took her inside and walked up the stairs with her still in my arms. I laid her gently on the unmade bed and pulled the covers up to her chin the way she liked.

I was about to go when I heard her make some noise between a moan and a yawn. Half expecting her eyes to flutter open from all the movement, I watched her for a moment until she let her arm dangle over the side of the bed. It reminded me of that time we watched The Conjuring three years ago. For a month straight, she couldn't sleep with any limbs uncovered, for fear that a demon would come and drag her out of her bed.

I stifled a laugh at the memory, not wanting to wake her up. As I stood watching her sleep, I decided to stay awhile. So I pulled her desk chair over and positioned it by her bed so I could sit. Maybe it was creepy, but it wasn't something that was new to me. Skylinn was always the first one asleep, so if we were hanging out at one of our houses, I'd just watch her and enjoy seeing her like that: so peaceful and carefree.

As I sat, I thought about what the coming weeks held. Denver was coming back. What did that mean for me and Skylinn? Would we still hang out while he was here? Would she even know I existed? Would they be all over each other, having not seen each other in six months? It was a lot to think about, none of which I was really comfortable dwelling upon.

But I couldn't help the thoughts that crept in. I'd watched Skylinn fall in love with Denver for nearly four years. I remembered clearly the day she came home from their six-month anniversary date and told me she was in love with him. She hadn't told him yet when that happened. They wanted to wait awhile before they dropped the L bomb on each other, I guess.

I remember exactly how I felt. Devastated. Helpless. Worthless. It felt like there was no hope left for me. If Skylinn loved somebody else, who was I to get in the way of that?

So I put on a bold face and told her I was happy for her. And when I saw how big she smiled, and how even when she tried to stop, she couldn't, I knew that I truly was. Happy for her, I mean. Because seeing her like that, like there was nothing bad in the world, only good, made me believe that it was true. And as long as Skylinn was happy, then so was I.

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A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, but I hope you enjoyed this little surprise one in Jonny's POV. I honesty feel so bad for him. But things will get better, you'll see... I've said too much. Bye.