Crystal Blue Disguise (Avenged Sevenfold)

Chapter 30

Jimmy's POV

I'm about to hop in the shower when my phone starts ringing. I grumble and go to my room to grab my phone, ready to yell at whoever's calling. I pick my phone up with a glare, but my face softens when I see it's Becca that's calling. I smile and answer the call.

“Hey, babe.”

“Oh,” she giggles.

I shake my head and chuckle.

“What's up?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to hang out for the rest of the day.”

I smile. That sounds like a wonderful idea. I don't mind spending the day with her. She's perfect.

“Yeah that sounds good. I was just about to hop in the shower, but you can head on over. I'll leave the door unlocked for you. Just come right in when you get here.”

“Okay cool. See you soon.”

“Yes you will.”

“Bye, Jim.”

“Bye, beautiful.”

I hang up and smile widely before tossing my phone on my bed and heading into the bathroom to shower. While in the shower, I think of things Becca and I can do for the day. Watch movies, go to the beach, have sex. Whoa there, Jim. Slow down. Fuck she's just so perfect I can't stop thinking about her. I'd love to make love to her, but I want to respect her wishes and take things slow. To be honest, I don't even think I can take things slow. When she's dressed all sexy it just drives me nuts. Her mini skirts, her dresses, and fuck don't get me started on the crop tops. Her stomach is perfectly flat, her belly button is pierced which I find hot as fuck. God dammit I'm turning myself on. Get it together, Jim. She'll be here soon. Don't want a raging boner when she sees you.

I splash water on my face and sigh, finishing up in the shower. I get out and grab a towel from the towel rack, wrapping it around my waist. I still have to grab clothes to wear too since I forgot to before I got in here. I go into my room to grab some clothes from my dresser. As I'm grabbing a pair of jeans, I hear a bloodcurdling scream come from downstairs. I drop what's in my hands and run downstairs. That scream sounded like Becca. Oh God what if someone came in after Becca and hurt her? What if she's dead on my living room or kitchen floor? The worst possible thoughts rush through my head as I run down the stairs and I can't help but to hope and pray that she's okay. If something happened to her I could never forgive myself. It'd be my fault because I could have waited to take a shower. Or I could have taken a quick shower and I'd have been waiting when she got here. God please let her be okay. I finally reach the kitchen where her scream came from and the sight I see is one I'd thought I'd never see.