You Really Need Food

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 It was the second day of the 'Jake is a fucking idiot and did not pack enough food so everyone but you and John are gone for about a week' week. In all honesty you grew quiet found of the name, every time you or John brought up the fact that there was jack shit to eat and how quiet it is when everyone's gone you used the full title. It was around seven in the morning and you and John had found a huge bag of off-brand cap'n crunch cereal, now you needed to find milk.

"Hey, uhh (Y/N) I don't think this milk is good" John said while holding a one gallon container of milk.

"Bullshit" You said as opening the milk and tipping it over a glass, but nothing came out. There was clearly milk inside the fucking container. Being the idiot you are you hit the bottom of the container whilst it was tipped over. Chunks of spoiled milk flopped into the glass almost making you vomit in the process. John however was much more unfortunate, he had actually vomited into the nearby sink.

 Hours had gone by, the sun was setting. You and John watched from the dock as the sun disappeared into the water. The sky was a wonderful mix of pinks, oranges, and purples. It was stunning. John had gotten a bit more confident with you since no one was around to laugh at him or call him a thirsty hoe. He picked you up bridal style and carried you back to the cabin.

 You didn't say anything, like come on, it's a free ride! However, upon arriving at your cabin John sat you on your bunk. Before you could thank him, he kissed you softly on the lips. You were too shocked to say anything really. You expected him to pull away but... he didn't. He leaned in closer, moving his arm behind your back for support. This continued for several minutes before he was ontop of you and... well. He stopped.

"(Y/N), I'm sorry.. I should have asked.." John looked distressed. You could tell he was already tearing himself up for this. You told him it was fine, but he just crawled into his bed.

"Goodnight, (Y/N), sweet dreams." John said before taking off his glasses and going to sleep.  You soon closed your eyes and let yourself drift into the land of dreams and terrors.




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