Rebound (Feat. Johnny Depp)

Chapter 4: Sweeter Than Pie

Chapter Four: Sweeter Than Pie 

 I awoke to the sound of someone cooking in the kitchen. Rubbing my eyes, realizing that I had fallen asleep with my no shirt on and my makeup still slightly on, I turned over and noticed a note on the nightstand next to me which read, -Shai on the front. 

 I opened it, and it read,

 “Shai, Sorry for leaving you to awaken alone doll ;), but I figured you’d be hungry in the morning, so I’m in the kitchen making breakfast. Don’t be sorry about last night deary, I understand that it would have been wrong for us to do any more that we did, but I don’t think that what we did do was wrong. You’re an absolutely gorgeous girl, and it’s a pleasure to be making you breakfast. ---Your roommate, Johnny” 

 That was possibly the sweetest thing anyone has written me in years, and I had only just met this guy. I couldn’t decide if I actually had feelings for him, or if I was just using him as a rebound... 

 I got up, and began to walk towards the door and towards the kitchen, but I realized that I wasn’t wearing a shirt, so I turned back around, and aside from grabbing my shirt off the floor where I had thrown it, I opened Johnny’s closet, grabbed a white button down of his, and threw it on, buttoning it up half way.

 I looked in the mirror for a moment, and realized that the shirt was so long it went passed my ass and hung just above my shorts. It was cute though, so I went with it. 

 I wiped some of my makeup from under my eyes where it had smeared a bit, and pulled my chin-length hair into a tiny ponytail, and proceeded to go to the kitchen. 

 Johnny didn’t notice me right when I walked in, but as soon as he did, I saw his face light up. “Good morning doll! Breakfast?” he asked, gesturing to a plate that was already sitting at the table. 

 He still doesn’t know about my eating disorder... Shit... Um... “I’m a vegan, is it vegan friendly?” I improvised. It wasn’t untrue that I was vegan, but it wasn’t the whole truth. 

 “Of course. It’s just a fruit platter, no meat or dairy.” he smiled brightly, fixing himself a plate. Shit... “Oh... Wow.. Well, I’m not hungry... Thank you though, it’s extremely sweet.” I smiled shyly, and sat down in front of the plate, without touching or even looking at it. 

 Johnny sat down in the seat next to me. Avoiding looking at the food, I instead looked at the clock. it read 6:00 surprisingly. I never wake up this early. I have to head to work at 9:00, so I had some time. 

 I noticed Johnny looking at me, but I couldn’t look back at him without accidentally glancing at his food, so I just continued to look at the clock above the oven. “Are you sure you’re not hungry?” Johnny asked. I simply nodded. 

 “Eat. Please?” Johnny insisted, “It really is important for a girl your size to eat breakfast. You’re far to skinny to skip any meal.” he told me. No, I’m skinny BECAUSE I skip the meals... I’m skinny BECAUSE I can’t even stand the sight of food without getting sick... I have an issue that I just can’t let you know about.  

 “No, really, it’s fine... I’m not that thin anyway.” I told him, and he laughed. “Deary, I saw you without a shirt on last night. You’re fucking tiny.” he insisted, although he was wrong... 

 I just shook my head, still not looking at him. Finally he grabbed my hand which was sitting on the table, and out of instinct, I looked at our hands, his on top of mine, which caused me to set eyes on both plates of food. Although it looked extremely healthy, I could feel myself starting to dry-heave already. 

 Quickly, and in a panic, I turned my head, stood up, and took a few steps away from the table. Embarrassed out of my mind and facing away from Johnny. I closed my eyes, feeling the embarrassment and anxiety taking over my mind. 

 Before I could truly get back to thinking straight, I felt Johnny’s hand on my back, and the other one stroking my hair slightly. I turned my head to face him in embarrassment, and he... smiled at me... “Shai... I understand. My best friend in freshman year had an eating disorder. I know the signs of one. I could tell the moment you said you weren’t hungry. And it’s okay. We’ll work on it.” he smirked at me. 

 I don’t quite understand what went through my mind next, but I could feel myself unintentionally smiling, and my heart began pounding quicker and harder. No one had ever been okay with my eating problem. My ex-fiancé wanted to help me with it of course, but he was never this accepting of it. 

 Before I could control myself, I placed one hand on the side of Johnny’s face and the other on of his hip, pulling him close, and pressing my lips against his. He slid his hand through my short hair, and the other one around my back, pulling me to be chest-to-chest with him. 

 I hope I’m not just using him as a rebound, because he was simply the best kisser I had ever experienced. 

 Author's Note: Sorry this has been a bit repetative. I'll understand if y'all don't want me to keep going with the story. I've simply been working on this story at midnight every night, because I'm an insomniac and thats when my "best" ideas come to me, but it's very hard to put them into writing when I'm this tired. Sorry! Love you guys. ---Hazel