Crush On You [EDITING]

Chapter Eleven : The Jog.

~Joe's POV~

I woke up the next morning in the guest room. I don't know the time now, so I looked around expecting to catch a glance of a clock, but my blurry eyes can hardly focus on things I want to do. I grab my phone from the bedside table and checked the time. 08:00 am. 

I don't know I woke up so early at someone's house but late at my own house. I gathered my strength and stood by the bed, making my way to the kitchen. This house was quiet on a Saturday. Maybe they like to spend more time in bed on Saturdays. The kitchen was empty, too. 

The sliding door to the backyard was ajar. I walked over to the door and opened it before I walked out. I saw Mrs Hart watering the flowers and plants that, maybe, they planted on their own. 

"Good morning, Mrs Hart," I said to her with a warm smile.

"Morning, Joe. You're up early. I don't know you're an early riser," she smiled back.

"I'm not, actually. I don't know why I woke up so early today. It's Saturday, if you know what I mean,"

She chuckled, "Yeah,... Cam is not awake yet. She usually wakes up at eight thirty to go jogging on Saturdays," 

I did some stretching and replied her, "Oh, by the way, I don't see Mr Hart around since yesterday. Where is he?"

"He's not here. He went to Germany yesterday evening, for business stuff," she shrugged. 

"So, what do you do? You don't work?" 

"Not really. I'm a part time businesswoman and a full time housewife,"

"Business?" 

"I sell clothes, accessories and make ups online with my own brand, from home but I don't have a business partner yet,"

"Oh,..." that's all I can manage to say. 

"Come one, let's go in for breakfast," 

"I guess I'm going to the room first," I walked to my room. 

I took my phone out as soon as I sat on the bed. What am I going to do early in the morning? I'm not an early riser. Maybe I should go for a walk or jogging. Jogging should be right. 

I put on a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants and also a running shoe I took from the closet. I ran down the stairs and walked towards the door. I was turning the doorknob when Mrs Hart called me from the kitchen. 

"Where are you going? Where did you get those?" 

"Jogging. I got these from the 'closet of unwanted clothes' or whatever Cam calls it. Why?"

"Nothing, it was my husband's. You can have it, though. He bought it but never wore it. Not even once. I gave them to Ken but he said that colour don't suits him, so I keep it there. And that shoe, too. Same story. I don't know you have the same size as my husband,"

"It's a bit lose," I waggled my foot. "but I still can wear it, though. Thanks for this outfit, by the way," I nodded at her and she smiled back.

I turned to go but she stopped me, "Wait. I think it's better if you wait for Cam. She goes jogging every Saturdays morning and Sundays evening," 

"Okay. I'll be waiting at the porch," I walked out of the house and sit on a bench at the porch, waiting for her appearance. 

~Cam's POV~

I was ready to start my Saturday as usual. Jogging. My favourite first things-to-do every Saturday. I wore my light blue sweatshirt with a pair of grey with blue stripes sweatpants. I put on my favourite black running shoe and brought my phone and iPod with me.