Dream (Johnnie Guilbert)

Of Johnnie And I

Chapter 21: Of Johnnie and I

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*Hazel Willaw's POV*

I get out of my grandmas car, I just said goodbye to her and my aunt Emily.
Time to start the 14 hour flight from Australia to California, it's gonna be around 1am when I get to Cali, hopefully there won't be lots of people at the airport at that time.

I get my bags check and stuff then go to the plane, I show my ticket and go to find my spot, a window seat.

-later-

I finally get off the plane. I'm super nervous to see Johnnie in person again. Only Johnnie is picking me up everyone else is sleeping. So this will be more awkwarder.

I walk though the airport, looking out for Johnnie. I didn't even feel like putting makeup on today and everyone passing me is looking at bruises on my face, the best I could do is just ignore them.

"Hazel" johnnies voice

I look up from the floor, seeing Johnnie. I feel so awkward, "hi" I smile uncontrollably

"your face, it has so many bruises" he says

"we'll thanks" I joke

"oh I'm sorry, I miss you" he smiles back.

I know that he knows this is very awkward, he's seen me half naked, my boobs. We've talked to each other the way girlfriend and boyfriend would so why is this awkward?

He sighs and give me a hug, we both needed this. I hug him back. I cringe cause of how sore I am. "I'm sorry" he lightens our hugs

"it's okay" we pull away

"here I can take this" he grabs one of my suitcases "thanks" I mumble.

We walk silently to the car. We put my things in the back, I get in the passenger and he gets in the drivers seat and we drive to his and Bryan's apartment soon to be mine too.

"sooo" he try's to make conversation "How are you feeling?" he questions

"what do you mean?" I ask

"like.. You know, that you sent me those pictures, we've talk a certain way. how are you feeling about me?" he ask

"I don't know"

"do you like me more? Would you consider us?" he questions

"I-I.. I don't know Johnnie" I say. He reaches over to my hand that's set on my lap and holds mine, intertwining our fingers. He stares ahead of us, at the road

His face shows no expression, he doesn't show awkwardness, happiness or sadness "are you mad at me?" I ask

"no" he says simply

"are you sure?" I ask

"yup"

"you seem kinda mad at me"

"I'm not" he says once again

"what are 'you' feeling" I put the emphasis on you

"nothing" he lies

"tell me the truth" I say

We stop at a stop light, a lot of cars passing us. I can already tell we're gonna be here for a while.
He turns to me "I just really miss you that's it" he says

"do you like me 'You' like me?" I put the emphasis on You

".. As a friend"

"why did you pause at the beginning?" I question