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Again remember this is my first story. :$
I tried doing Johns point of view at a specific part, but Johns a hard character to do. Remember in Abandon how Pierce would say he was guarded well not exactly those words but along the line? Well yeah, but he does these little things. So its pretty hard attempting to get into his head :o Here's my attempt, my only attempt to unless you guys like it.
I really don't know what else to write. The next chapter might take awhile, sorry. Suggestions would really help :)
Chapter TWO
*Pierces Point of View*
I woke up, to the rusling of the blankets. I peek through my eyes, hoping that if Johns awake he won't notice if I'm awake too. I don't want things to be too awkward between us. Luckily Johns asleep and has some how kicked off the blankets that were covering him. As my eyes travel from the blanket to him I notice that Johns shirt is off. I don't remember him coming to bed with it off. He most likely took off during the night. He wasn't pale, but he wasn't too tan. His skin had a beautiful glow, he didn't have muscles like those older man who worked out 24/7 and did commercials about fitness but he definitely was muscular. The sun shining through the window to my left was making shadows on the walls, so as my eyes trail up from his chest and towards the shadows on the wall, I see that his eyelashs aren't together but separate. Which only means he's awake. I look down at him, and realize he's been staring at me with a smirk on his face. He's definitely seen me checking him out. I curse my self mentally. And turn my head to face away from him and nuzzle my head into one of his fluffy pillows. He chuckles, so I turn around and give him a glare. Which makes him, stop completely as his face turns into the stony look he uses to guard his emotions. I role my eyes and say. "Seriously John you need to stop guarding your emotions, if I saw you checking me out I'd probably laugh too" I blush, realizing I admitted to checking him out. He notices to and smiles but his eyes are still guarded and I blush deeper. "Your still doing it." I say annoyed. He looks at me and gives me a small smile. At leasts that's more than I'd usually get.
*John's Point of View*
I slide back into, bed watching as she
snuggled on of the many fluffy pillows on the bed. I kick off the blanket and peel of the shirt which is plastered to my body with sweat. I went to go get her some clothes from here house. Since she didn't liked the way I dressed her. I close my eyes, my body facing the ceiling. As I feel Pierce steering beside me. Seconds later, I start to feel her eyes on me. I open my eyes, at the point where here eyes on my chest. As her eyes move to my face shee notices I'm awake and that I caught her staring. She then turns and snuggles into her pillow even more. I chuckle, she's just so beautiful and to be embarrassed because of watching me, because I really don't mind. She turns around and gives me glare. I didn't want her to be mad at me already. She roles her big beautiful honey chocolate eyes and says "Seriously John you need to stop guarding your emotions, if I saw you checking me out I'd probably laugh too" She blushs, realizing that she just admitted to checking me out. I smile, a big smile. At least she admits it. She blushs deeper. "Your still doing it." She say annoyed. I look at her I mean really look, she's beautiful. Even when she just woke up. Her hair is in a messy bun, her gray shirt is wrinkled. But it looks good on her. I give her a smile.
*Pierce Point of View*
"Whatever just tell me where the washroom is?" He points to the door on his right. "I can just, "think" of you clean and you will be" he says in a serious tone. "No, I want everything normal well as normal as it can being down here in the underworld" He nods, and with that I jump off the bed and run to the door. I lock the door. Strip of my clothes and hop into the shower. The warm water feels so good right, now. Relaxing my muscles. Then John knocks on the door and says "Hurry up, I need a shower too" I'm about to respond, with something along the lines of "Think yourself clean" but then i hear his footsteps getting fainter and fainter. I turn off the tap, and hop out and search for a towel. I look in the little cabinet under the sink. I find a white, towel and wrap it around my body and grab another for my hair. I'm about to pick up my clothes when I realize that I have no clean ones. So I stick my head out of the door and call for John. He walks out of the living room and stops a couple feet away and asks "Yes?" I respond "Well I kinda don't have any clean clothes. So I was hoping you'd give me some?" "Oh yes, I went to your house and snuck in and took some of your clothes" What the heck, I swear he was with me all night. That's why his shirt was off. Knowing I don't like his "thought" up dresses he probably went running to my house. Since he doesn't own a car, and took it off his shirt so he wouldn't be sweaty. "Oh that's why this morning you didn't have shirt on" He laughs, and gives me an all teeth smile. It was beautiful, I just couldn't stop staring at him. He clears his throat, and looks at the ground. I hit my self in the head, and blush. Why do I always say the stupidest stuff when I'm around him. "Yes, that's why. Here's your clothes" He starts to pull out a luggage bag and drops the bag on the bed. I wait there with my head sticking out, for him to come over with some clothes. After a minute or two I ask "John, can you hurry up and stop standing there." He chuckles and gives me a knowing look. "Pierce, do you remember what you said before? Well I'm taking your advice. I want you to come out here and get it. Its not that hard, you have a towel right?" He raises his eyebrow, and shows me a flirty smile. John my John is being flirty? He must have fell down while running and cracked his head. "Yes I have a towel" I open the door fully, and he's eyes become big. He probably didn't think I'd do it. I walk straight to the luggage. I un-zip it and respond. " Emotions are different then want buddy, but at least your attempting. Go have your shower, ill change out here." After one more look at me he smiles and walks towards the washroom and shuts the door behind him. I get dressed after I hear the shower running. When I'm finally done, my stomach starts to rumble. So I head over to his kitchen and grab an apple. And turn on his record player and sway to music and head back to the bed to put away my luggage. I'm not getting settled here, no matter what my feelings for John may be. When I hear the door open, I wait awhile and turn around smack right into his chest. No his wet chest. Which means he doesnt have a shirt on or.. Before I finish my thought, he lefts my chin up and says "Don't worry I have a towel." I blush, he laughs more. "Why are you out here?" I ask. "Well, I forgot my clothes out here" I role my eyes "Can't we use my mistake as an example? I swear you were there in the whole awkwardness? " "I was there alright. But my eyes and brain where a bit preoccupied" He says truthfully. With no flirtation in his voice what so ever. I ignore his comment and role my eyes again. He then starts laughing again. "Why are you so happy,and giddy?" I asked while crossing my arms over my chest still annoyed. "You make me happy." I give him a small smile. I wasn't annoyed anymore but I liked bothering him. He laughs again "Why are you laughing?" I ask, with no tone of annoyance in my voice this time. "Your standing in my way to the drawers." And with an "Oh" I move out of the way. But instead grabs me and pulls me to his chest. I gasp, and he chuckles. He then starts moving, to his own beat. The beat from his records was fast, to fast for a slow dance. But he kept slow dancing. And since the song was half way done already sadly the song started to end, he spun me around and lowered me with a dip. I looked into his beautiful eyes accepting a kiss, but what I don't expect is for him to turn his head away, he then pulls me up from the dip position and grabs his clothes from the dresser and heads towards the washroom.