Eden's POV
It had been a few days since John went back home and although he did ring me once, I had the urge to call him every spare minute I had in my day, which soon would become a lot as I was going home for summer. Our conversation consisted of planning when to see each other and talking about whatever we felt the need to talk about. One of the reasons I liked John was because he just listened. He didn't ever interrupt or cut me off, he just let me complain about what I wanted to or he let me laugh about what I wanted to. I did the same with him and eventually, I began to believe he was far too good to be true but I wouldn't let my insignificant thoughts ruin anything.
As for school I hadn't told my parents I wanted to change university. But I had already decided on Kingston School Of Art, I just needed to apply. I decided to tell Boaz because I missed him a lot sometimes, me and him were so close in age and made some of the best memories while my parents were away during meetings and business, as kids. When my sister Victoria came along, things changed and my mum and dad were home a lot more, meaning getting up to mischief and causing chaos with the babysitter wasn't on the table. Don't get me wrong, Victoria is such a sweet girl but me and her never bonded like me and my older brother did. She's only 15 and so I can't explain my feelings to her, she'd never understand. But I still wanted to do my part as her older sister, so I made the effort but recently she never gave me any attention.
Life was changing for me and mostly it was for good, but I still had to face a lot soon. Was falling for John a bad idea? There's so much happening, I don't have time. I needed to focus on school. My thoughts ran over my body and I felt myself tense up at the feeling, but then nothing. I felt nothing. Not anxiousness, happiness. Just nothing.
And then Roger. I wondered if John still thought about how Rog knew me that night or even worse if he asked him how he knew me. I couldn't bare the thought, maybe that was why John didn't call me, maybe he was annoyed: but he didn't seem like that kind of guy. I would tell him, but when?!
If you hadn't gathered yet, I'm an over thinker. I just expect the worst to come to me with no reasoning. Just thoughts and possibilities, and the only way to exterminate these thoughts was to fully forget everything and just relax.
I went into my bathroom and started to run a hot bath, pouring in a bubble mixture as the tap ran. It wasn't late but I needed the whole afternoon and evening after I got home from lectures to myself. After about 5 minutes, the bath was filled and I hopped inside and let my self focus on me, just for a bit.
After being in the bath for about half an hour, I got out and got into my most comfortable robe, no underwear, because who was going to see? I raided my biscuit tin and sat on my velvet couch and stared at the ceiling, feeling my eyes getting heavier and heavier until I drifted off in to a light nap. What felt like moments later the sound of knocking woke me up. leaving me with a sigh.
I stood up and opened the door to find, the unexpected. Why was he here? My night of just relaxing was now ruined with tension. What was Roger doing here.
