3 am; joji miller

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     I opened my eyes and stared up at the blank ceiling. The bright, early morning sun peered through the sheer, white curtains that were blocking my windows. I sat up and felt a piercing pain in my shoulder. I groaned and rubbed it slightly. I must've landed on it last night when George saved me.

     I slid my feet out from under the blanket and stepped onto the cool, wooden floors in my bedroom. I walked out the already open door of my bedroom and made my way to kitchen. I usually sleep with my door open since I live alone.

     I opened up my fridge and looked inside at the near-empty shelves. I sighed and slouched. I grabbed a water bottle from the top shelf and shut the door. I went to my couch and collapsed onto it. I grabbed my remote and turned the TV on. I turned up the volume when I saw that the story of the accident was on the morning news.

     "Last night, around midnight, a terrible car accident happened. There were four people involved. Three were injured severely, and the driver, sadly passed away last night in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. One pedestrian had a pretty close call, before being saved by the young hero named George Miller. When we asked him if he would speak, he politely declined, saying he didn't want to be known as a hero, but we still feel like he needs the credit. The young girl, named Rose James, talked to us briefly before running off to catch up to her hero. We were recently sent a video of the crash and of George saving Rose."

     Sure enough, on the screen, a shitty quality iPhone video, was played. The car came and then it panned over to me getting tackled on the ground by him. Then the screen went black. The news reporter came back on, and I turned the TV off. I had enough of the story. I don't feel like I need to relive the incident more than once.

     I took a swig of water from my bottle and grabbed my phone and headed to my bathroom. I turned on some music and connected my phone to my speaker. I turned my shower on and got undressed as I sang along to some of my favorite songs. I showered and got out, taking my phone and speaker into my room to get dressed.

     I got dressed and brushed out my dark hair and let it fall against my ivory skin. I put on light mascara and grabbed my bag and keys. I needed to head out to the grocery store and get some things for my house. I was running low on food, which is something that is always good to have. I left my apartment and headed downstairs to my car.

     I got into my car and pulled out of the parking lot. I turned the radio up and sang along to some of my old favorites. The All American Rejects, The Killers, System of a Down, and a bunch of others. I pulled into the grocery store parking lot just as Mr. Brightside finished.

     I walked up to the store and grabbed a cart. I got a lot of produce and ingredients for dishes that I would make. I made sure to get healthy stuff so it would balance out all of the junk food that I had also tossed into my car.

     I was in the middle of an aisle when I heard a familiar voice say my name. I turned around and there he was, standing behind me in the cereal and breakfast food aisle.

     "I just can't seem to stay away from you, can I?" I said to George and huffed a small laugh as I leaned up against my cart.

     "Maybe I should be saying that to you," he replied back to me.

     "So, George Miller, huh? Interesting. So, why ya following me?" I asked and knit my eyebrows together questioningly.

     "Oh sweetie, I'm sure there are more interesting people in this city to follow," he said. He leaned against the shelf, but broke his swagger by knocking a couple of boxes off of it. I laughed and looked at him.

     "Yeah, I guess you're right. If you were following me, I'd could probably figure it out pretty easily," I said referencing to the loud noise that the boxes made when they hit the floor. He smiled mockingly at me as he bent down to pick them up. I did as well and handed them to him to put them back onto the shelf.