'39 - A John Deacon FanFiction

Chapter 3 - The First Morning

The next morning, I woke up to the sun hitting me in the face through my curtains. I grumbled as I slowly woke up. Sitting up in my bed and rubbing my face. Trying to get the sleep out of my eyes. I heard some movement in the living room. I was scared for a second before I remembered John was in there. I got up and opened my bedroom door. I saw him sitting on the couch, finishing up his book. It really wasn't a dream. I was definitely awake, so he must be real. I slowly closed my bedroom door again and got ready. I walked out into the living room about 20 minutes later. Completely dressed and ready to face the day.

"Good morning, Deacy," I said, passing him and making my way to the kitchen.

"Oh, good morning. Didn't hear you wake up." He said, putting his book down for a minute. He was already dressed in the same clothes from yesterday. I smiled at him and pointed at the book. He was almost done with it, but when I went to sleep last night, he wasn't even halfway through it.

"When did you have time to read all that?" I asked. He looked down at the book and then back at me.

"Didn't sleep well last night. Never do on the first night in a new place," he shrugged and looked back down at his book.

"There's actually a scientific reason for that," I said. He looked back up at me rasing an eyebrow. "Well, scientists say that it's due to an animalistic trait that never went away from our caveman days. Your body wants to stay alert whenever you sleep somewhere new in case there might be danger. So, you never get a good night's sleep the first time." I shrugged as well. He chuckled softly.

"You sound like Brian," he said. I smiled. Being compared to Brian was such a great compliment. But, he had no idea. I turned to go into the kitchen to make us some breakfast.

"Do you like eggs and bacon?" I yelled into the living room.

"Yes, quite a bit," he answered. I laughed before continuing to make our breakfast. Halfway through it, I heard his book close and he came into the kitchen, just watching me cook.

"Book not interesting enough for you?" I joked. He shook his head.

"No, quite the opposite. I just finished it," he responded.

"Oh, I'm glad you liked it then," I replied. Moving the eggs around with the spatula.

"Anything I can do to help?" he asked.

"Yeah, you can grab a plate from up there for me." I nodded my head toward a cabinet about a foot away. He nodded and grabbed the plate out of it, placing it on the counter next to me. "Thanks," I replied. Deacy just stood and watched me as I finished up cooking. We didn't say anything to each other, but it didn't feel awkward. Like we were old friends who had run out of things to talk about.

I brought the food over to the table and we both ate. We didn't talk. It still didn't feel like we knew each other well enough. Well, I knew him, but I wasn't going to tell him that. He didn't know me. And I was starting to believe that all those stories about him being shy were very true.

"Deacy," I said, trying to get his attention. He had a mouth full of food when I started. I had finished mine. He looked up at me and stopped, wondering if he should swallow his food to talk or just listen. I kept going. "I don't know how long you're going to be here, but until you remember enough about what happened, I think it's safe to say you'll be here a while. So, I think it's about time I took you outside." I couldn't protect him from facts as easily out there, but he needed to go out at some point. He swallowed his food and raised an eyebrow at me.

"And where would we go?" he asked. Placing his fork down on the table and resting back against the chair.

"Well, I think we should buy you some new clothes. Granted that style is still in, but it looks a little dated. So, we should get you some new stuff." His black shiny shirt with stars scattered around it looked great on him. The plunging neckline allowed me to get a great view of his chest, but it wasn't the style. Neither was his haircut, but that could be excused nowadays. His clothes and haircut together couldn't be. If he got some newer clothes, then we would be able to go out whenever. "I have an entire empty drawer in my room that you could put all your stuff in. Plus, wouldn't it be nice to have some pajamas of your own instead of wearing my stuff?" I asked. He put his head down.