3 am; joji miller

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hey guys! sorry i've been gone for so long :/ i've been really busy with school and sports. i'm hoping to stay more active with this because i know a lot of you enjoy it, and i enjoy writing it! thanks for understanding!! also some nsfw shit is down there so be careful ;)

     I hesitantly raised my phone up. I looked at it and saw the message from "Sarah."

     "Good job on the job, now get money, and bring him home."

     I was debating on whether or not I needed to reply to him, but I didn't because I didn't feel like having the conversation continue. I sighed heavily. I put my phone on the charger and sat on the bed and waited for George.

     A little bit later, George got back and had food. He also seemed happy, so I assumed that the interview went well.

     "So I guess you got the job?" I asked as we distributed the food that he had brought home.

     "No," he replied back as he began unwrapping his burger.

     "Then why are you so happy?" I asked with a questioning look, but also with a smile.

     "Because they said that if I come back tomorrow, then maybe I have a shot. But that's not really why I'm happy."

     "Then why?"

     "Because today was the first day since we've been here, that I've actually had any hope. Thanks to you," he said and took a bite of his burger. I couldn't help but chuckle a little bit.

     "What?" He asked through a mouthful of food.

     "It was just cute," I replied.

     "What was cute?"

     "You said something really sweet and then finished by taking a huge bite of shitty food."

     "Oh damn."

     "What?"

     "I thought you were gonna call me cute."

      I pushed his shoulder and laughed at him. He shrugged and held his hands up. He smiled at me and rose his eyebrows a little bit.

     "I mean, c'mon, I am pretty cute," he said and slipped into Frank's voice.

     "Mhmm, think what you want," I said back and began to take a bite of my sandwich.

"You don't think I'm cute?" He asked, still in character.

"I don't know, Francis of the Filth. Give me one reason why I should think you're cute."

"Umm...my eyes?"

I laughed and shook my head. I set my burger down and looked at him and rose an eyebrow. He blushed a little bit and looked down to the ground.

"And that, Joji, is why you're hecking adorable," I said. He looked back up at me and knit his eyebrows together, a smile tugging on the corners of his mouth.

"Hecking?" He repeated the odd word questioningly.

"It's something my friends and I would say, back home. We would go around calling people hecking normies and hecking idgets. It was kind of an inside thing," I said and giggled a little bit, thinking of my idiotic friends back in my hometown in Louisiana.

"What were your friends like?" He asked and smiled at me.

"Well, we were kind of the outcasts, but it was fine. I was pretty much the only girl of our group, but that was also fine. We would do everything together. It was me, Richie, Jordan, Jakob, Owen, Henry, and Josh. You know, we played video games, sent shitty memes, and all that crap," I explained.

"They sound like my kind of people," he said, still sounding interested.

"Well, maybe one day you can meet them. They all are big fans of you."

"Like are they cancerous fans or are they cool fans like you?"

"Who says I'm a fan of you?"

"We're not doing this again," he said and started laughing. I giggled a little bit. We finished our meals and tossed the wrappers.

"Okay, so since you're starting tomorrow at 3, you might wanna be up a little earlier then we've been getting up," George suggested.

I shrugged and checked my phone. It was about 8 o'clock. "We can go to bed in a little bit, but I wanna take a shower," I said making my way to the bathroom.

I opened the door and flipped on the light. I shut the door and pushed open the curtain and turned the water on. Lukewarm water started gushing out of the faucet. I waited until it got a little warmer. I took off my shirt, which left me in my sports bra. I was about to take it off until a small knock on the bathroom door.

"Rose?" George's voice came from the door and he cracked it open slightly.

"You can come in," I said, as I was still in a sports bra. He opened the door slightly and stepped inside the bathroom. I could feel his eyes on me.

"What do you need?" I asked, turning and looking to him.

He shuffled his weight between his feet, like he felt awkward. I cocked my head and eyed him, having a feeling I knew what he was gonna ask.

"Mind if I join you?" He asked and finally made eye contact with me. I smiled softly at him.

"Not at all," I said and took a step towards him, him doing the same, and us meeting in the middle. I looked up into his eyes as he looked down into mine.

He leaned down and kissed me for a few seconds before pulling away and shutting the bathroom door. He turned back and took the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off.

I couldn't help but look. He was so perfect. And he didn't even have to try. He smiled and chuckled a little. "Take a picture, it'll last longer."

"You know, I could kick you out, right?" I said, taking off my jeans. He took off his pants as well. He turned around at this moment and I took the rest off and hopped into the shower.

No less then thirty seconds later, I heard the curtain rustle and Joji get in with me. I turned around and looked up at him. He smiled as I ruffled his hair slightly.

"Dammit, you messed up my hair you asshole," he said, which made me giggle. I grabbed the shampoo bottle and poured some into my hands. I reached up and began to run my hands through his hair.

"You know how gorgeous your hair is?" I said, admiring his dark, fluffy hair.

"Nah," he responded back at me, keeping his eyes on mine. I thought it was cute, how he wouldn't let himself look anywhere other than my eyes. It was sweet, how much he cared about my feelings.
   
     "Alright, switch with me so you can rinse," I said, standing to the side so he could get by. He did what I said to do and stood underneath the shower head and closed his eyes, beginning to rinse his hair.
  
     He was absolutely gorgeous. I know I had noticed it before, but he was absolutely gorgeous. He opened his eyes and caught me staring at him.
  
     "What?" He asked, a small smirk tugging on his lips.
  
     "Nothing, just...nothing," I said, letting my voice trail off.
  
     He rose an eyebrow at me, but then shrugged it off, I guess. We finished showering, but after the incident, I felt him staring at me a lot more. I could feel him watching my every move. And I didn't hate the feeling.
   
     We both got out of the shower and began drying off. I was facing the door and I thought George was facing the other way, but when I turned around, he was just staring at me. I could see the passion and lust in his eyes. He wanted me, and I wanted him.
  
     Without a moment of hesitation, he rushed to me, picking me up and pressing me against the wall, his lips locking with mine. Using one of his arms to hold me up, his other hand found its way in my hair.
  
     Our tongues interlocking as I gripped his shoulders. He grunted as he pulled me away from the wall, not breaking our kiss. He reached out blindly and pulled the door open, carrying me to the bed.
  
     He laid me down, finally taking his lips off of mine. He hovered over me, his eyes still full of lust and passion. "Are you sure?" He asked. I nodded, hoping that he saw in my eyes what I saw in his. He smiled, as he reconnected his lips to mine.
  
     We moved to the head of the bed, getting tangled up together. He moved to my neck, which might have been a bad idea. Hickeys on my first day of work tomorrow would be great, but screw it. I needed this.
  
     Throughout the night, moans and groans filled the air, as we continued on. I'm sure the neighbors didn't thank us, but then again, we were in a hotel.
  
     Time passed and we both became exhausted. Our sweaty bodies next to each other in the bed. We panted, trying to catch our breath.
  
     No words spoken, but as we turned to look at each other, no words could've described the way we felt. There were different feelings in his eyes. The passion wasn't lost, but there was something else there.
  
     Something that I couldn't quite put my finger on.