Authors note: I just poster chapter 8 as well so remember to check that out first :) Enjoy...this chapter is cute..
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6 days later...
(Jennifer)
I watch Johnny as he slowly wakes up from his sleep. The last two weeks have gone amazingly quickly. I have to leave tomorrow. I wish Johnny could come with me but we haven't really discussed it. I try to hold back a tear but it slides down my face anyway. It slowly drips down onto Johnny's chest before I can catch it. He stirs and opens his eyes. He immediately sees that I'm crying and his face looks so sad and shaken. He sits up and pulls me into his lap, cradling me. This isn't helping with my crying but I luckily hold in anymore. He, sitting behind me whispers in my ear, "What's up sweetie?"
I smile to reassure him, "I'm Okey."
"Then why were you crying?"
I move off his lap and face him, both of us sitting cross legged on the bed. I move my hand upto his rough cheek and stroke it, "I'm going to miss you."
He leans into my hand and places his on my hand, "I'm going to miss you more than you'll know possible!"
We stay there for a little while before getting up. We ate breakfast and Johnny took us outside, to the tiki hut.
"I was thinking I could play my guitar for you?"
I smile, "That sounds awesome"
He smiles and we get there after a few seconds. It's a hot day today but the tiki hut shelters us from the suns scorching rays. Johnny gets out his plain, brown but expensive looking guitar. I sit opposite him and he begins to play. He is actually amazing at it! I smile at him throughout it and watch his fingers working those guitar strings. He plays a couple of songs and then hands the guitar to me.
"I can't play well."
Johnny smirks, "Play me a song."
I shake my head, "But I'm rubbish."
He doesn't give up, "What songs can you play? I know you can play I don't wanna miss a thing." and he winks his sexy ass wink.
I think, "Ermmm..apart from that I can play..nothing else matters by Metallica."
He nods, "Go on then."
"Johnny seriously I'm going to embarrass myself."
He gives me puppy dog eyes. How am I meant to deny him now?
"Please?"
I begin to play it and to my surprise I'm not actually too bad at it. Once I'm done I look up at him and he's smiling.
"You were fine."
I just let out a short humming sound.
Later that night I cuddle up close to his chest, as tight as possible without hurting him. His arm is over me and he is slowly breathing but I know he isn't asleep. I still haven't found out if he loves me or not and it's the most frustrating thing in the world. I wish I knew.
Johnny suddenly whispers, "Are you asleep Jennifer?"
I shake my head and hug him tighter, "No."
"Why not?"
"Too much to think about."
"Like what?"
"Like how much I don't want to ever let go of you."
"You don't have to."
"But I'm leaving tomorrow."
He pulls me closer and readjusts my hand so it's over his heart, "I will always be here."
