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John didn't even flinch or take a step back as Stephen stood a couple of inches from his face.
"You think I don't deserve her, and by her you mean, Astrid?" Stephen questioned.
"That's right," John said, crossing his arms over his chest. "You don't deserve her, because you don't cherish her."
"You don't even know about out our friendship," Stephen said angrily. "You're just an outsider looking in," he said, clenching his fists and trying to hold his fury in check.
John looked calmly back at him and was about to tell him off when Cara walked in.
"What's going on here?" she said, her eyes flitting between the both of them. They turned to look at her and then back at each other, sending daggers with their eyes, meanwhile keeping the wrath under control. Cara stepped in between the two of them, acting like a shield because she could see that they were going to fight and she really did not need this right now. John didn't want to be in the lair anymore, so he decided to go somewhere where he could find solace.
Astrid was bobbing her head up and down to a song, while studying for her A.P. Literature test when John teleported inside her room.
He bent down to the front of her bed, enjoying how she still hadn't noticed him, but then he watched her as she stilled.
Taking out her ear buds she slowly looked up at him, and smiled and shook her head. "You have to stop doing that," she said.
His heart felt warm all over and he beamed. He sat down at the end of her bed and snatched her book, flipping through the pages. "Finished," he said, playing as if he had read the whole book.
"What a liar," she said, reaching out for her book but he kept it away from her by moving to the middle of the bed.
"Give it back," she said, stretching out her hand, putting her other hand on his shoulder as she extended herself to get her book. He laughed all the while, taking pleasure in her lavender scent, but then she fell down on top of him and she was sitting on his lap. He took an intake of breath and dropped the book and it landed on her pillow.
She watched his blue eyes transform from amusement to yearning as she looked down at him and her heart flapped against her chest like a hummingbird. "Sorry," she said, quickly getting off of him.
"I'm not," he said, slowly getting up his eyes still fixed on her.
She turned away not wanting to look at his eyes for fear of what she might see there. "So what's the plan for today?"
"The same as always," he said, trying to catch her gaze. "To stay away from the people that hurt us. For example your best friend."
"Oh, come on, John. He's not doing it intentionally," she said.
"Yeah, but he should know. He doesn't even have to read your thoughts to know," he said still staring at her now. She really did live up to her name which meant divinely beautiful and he wanted to tell her that but thought against it.
Astrid was still stunned about landing on his lap that she couldn't think straight. John kept gazing at her, noticing how her cheeks were flecked red and was going to read her thoughts, but he settled on not intruding her mind.
She changed the subject on how she felt regarding Stephen, knowing that John spoke the truth, except she didn't want to discuss how upset she was over the whole thing.
"What kind of host am I?" she said mostly to herself as she spoke. "Do you want anything to drink? Anything to eat?" she asked him, getting up.
John got up from her comfy bed, missing the coziness and the closeness he felt when they were on it. "Some water would be great."
"Okay let's go," she said and he followed her down the stairs.
When she entered the kitchen she stopped and looked at her dining room table. It was set up beautifully with two plates of Penne alla Vodka and yellow roses in a vase were situated in the middle.
"You did this?" she asked him, going to the table cautiously.
He smirked and said, "I did."
"When?" she said surprised.
"When you were too busy listening to your songs and studying. I found solace in your kitchen," he said, pulling out a chair for her. She sat down and waited for him. He came in with two wine glasses filled with ginger ale and placed them on the table.
Astrid took a bite of the pasta and soon her fork was stabbing for more. "This is delicious," she said, clamping a hand over her mouth so he wouldn't see her talking with her mouth full.
They talked, Astrid mostly talked since John insisted she talk about herself, while he listened and the more he learned about her, the more he was drawn in by her.
When they finished eating, Astrid sighed with a hand on her stomach. "That was so good. Thank you." she said, leaning back in her chair.
They smiled at each other and a comfortable silence settled over them. John got up and took her plate. "I'll help," she said, standing up.
"No, no I can do it," he insisted.
"No, John please," she said with a pout,
"Fine, I'll wash and you can dry," he said.
When they finished washing the dishes they decided on watching something on Netflix. They were in her room, sitting on her bed, browsing over the horror genre, having petty fights over the summaries of the movies and what they deemed scary when John had that yearning look on his face that caused Astrid to stutter her words, "That's w-why a, a, serial killer with claws," she paused, grasping her thoughts "that can enter your dreams is not that terrifying."
John leaned in real close to her and whispered in a raspy, yet sexy voice, "I would like to enter your dreams," he said.
"What I have been having lately is nightmares," she stated. "Trust me you wouldn't want to be in them."
"Well, if I were in them, I would do everything to save you," he said. His blue eyes twinkled as he looked at the sight before him, causing within him a serenity that he had longed for, a sanctuary much desired, but a need he thought he never would find. All these feelings that she had conjured up in him and she didn't even know the affect she was having on him. Astrid looked at him, trying to read his emotions, wondering what he was thinking about because all she was contemplating about was kissing him. What he had just uttered made her so happy, and when she was in this state she could be rather impetuous, and she didn't want to ruin whatever this was. Suddenly John's hand was on her cheek, and she was in shock as he leaned in so close, their lips so near when the doorbell rang, snapping them apart like a whip that's been dealt. Their eyes were misty with ache for each other, but at the same time there was this strange sense of relief that they hadn't kissed.
"I wonder who that can be," Astrid said, running for the stairs.
"Yes, I wonder who that can be," John stated slightly peeved.
