APRICITY... Jan Rozmanowski

Omelette

As I woke up from the best sleep I've ever had,  I immediately sensed a pair of strong hands around me. Confusion washed over me, but then it hit me. I was at Jans. However, my confusion only deepened as I glanced around the room, my thoughts also waking up. What the fuck was happening?

Blinking my eyes open, I turned my head to the left and found Jan already awake, his gaze fixed on me with a slight smirk on his face. We were mere inches apart, and I couldn't help but get lost in his dreamy eyes.

But then reality crashed down upon me like a tidal wave. I instinctively pulled away and sat up on his bed, putting some distance between us.

"What's going on?" I asked, my voice still laced with sleepiness.

"Good morning to you too," Jan replied, sitting up as well, his smile still intact. "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. You just looked so cute," he chuckled.

"Huh," I mumbled, my gaze falling to the crumpled bedsheets. Confusion continued to swirl within me, intensifying with each passing moment.

I reached for my phone on the bedside table, unplugging it from the charger as well as Jan's phone, causing its screen to illuminate. To my surprise, there were countless notifications flooding his device—thousands and thousands of them actually. A quick glance revealed that most of them were from YouTube and Instagram. Weird.

Curiosity took over as I turned my attention to my own phone. It, too, was filled with dm's. I couldn't help but utter a bewildered "huh" once again.

This morning couldn't possibly become any more confusing, I thought to myself.

Handing Jan his phone, I watched as his eyes widened after unlocking it. He turned to me, a massive grin spreading across his face.

"Julia, we're famous!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement.

I couldn't quite believe his words, so I swiftly took his phone from his hands.

As I scrolled through the notifications, my mouth fell open in disbelief. The numbers were unbelievable. 2.5 million views on YouTube, 1.2 million streams on SoundCloud, and Instagram DMs overflowing with messages from complete strangers. And to my surprise, the comments were overwhelmingly positive.

'Noobmaster96' says
"If they'd have a concert, I'd defo go!"

'LauraKaroleus' says
"@/lisathefrog LOOK AT THIS BRO"

'Matthew13849' says
"Who the hell are these people and where is their contract?!"

My mouth fell agape as my eyes met Jan's, his smile stretching from ear to ear, eyes glistening with joy. Overwhelmed with emotion, I tackled him onto the mattress, embracing him tightly.

"Julia, I can't breathe," he managed to gasp, attempting to free himself from my grip.

Relaxing my hold slightly, he finally returned the hug, and we remained in that embrace for a few more precious moments before I sat up.

"How does something like this even happen?" Jan wondered, retrieving his phone from the bed and diving into the flood of DMs.

"I have no idea," I replied, mirroring his actions.

He had gained 13,000 followers, while I had acquired 10,000. I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of happiness for him. His dreams were coming true, and in some small way, so were mine.

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"Dude, some producer wants us to come to his studio!" Jan's voice echoed from his bedroom as I prepared omelettes in the kitchen.

"Who is he?" I called back, careful not to burn the food.

"Mark Shallow," he replied, making his way towards the kitchen. "He's worked with so many incredible artists, like Lizzo and The Weeknd."

"The Weeknd?!" I repeated, needing confirmation.

"You heard me," he confirmed, entering the kitchen in grey sweatpants and a white tank top.

I'm still in his clothes. Little does he know, he's not getting them back.

"When?" I asked, turning off the heat and placing the pan on his cutting board.

"Let me ask him, just a sec," he whispered, his voice filled with anticipation. I set the plates on the counter and got the forks and knives from his drawer.

"He's free tomorrow," he revealed, shrugging as he stood beside me, his hand brushing against mine as he reached for a plate.

"If you're okay with it, then so am I," I agreed. Jan simply nodded, eagerly digging into his omelette.

"This is amazing!" he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up like a child's as he munched on his last bite. I couldn't help but look at him, a small smile playing on my lips, before quietly leaving the room.

Gathering my clothes from the previous day, I made my way to the bathroom to change. We brushed our teeth and continued with our day, still in awe of the turn of events. The excitement lingered in the air as we went about our daily routines, unable to shake off the surreal feeling of our newfound fame.

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