Rose turned on her computer and sat down. John should be on now, she thought. I wonder if he'll chose to come. The computer was up and ready, just needed a password. Rose typed it in and clicked internet explorer. Instantly, it popped up Facebook, and sure enough John was on. 'Hi John. You want to come to Japan with dad and me? Were leaving Saturday," Rose typed.
John read her message and thought for a second, then wrote, "Hi Rose. I guess I'll come. It's up to your dad. I don't want to intrude on your time with your brother." John felt that was reasonable, but he just wanted to say yes and tell Rose he loved her for thinking of him all the time. Sometimes he wondered if she held feelings for him. I wish, thought John.
By then, Rose had already responded. The conversation about Japan lasted for an hour, then John had to go get packed. The last thing they said to each other wasn't exactly a goodbye or goodnight. Rose said, "If you want to come over to spend the night tonight, dad said that's alright. It will be easier and less money." John sent, "I'll be over in a little bit. I need to eat and pack. But I promise I will be there by 8."
John wanted to eat something fast and easy, but he didn't have exactly fast and easy, so he made a cheddar cheese instant lunch. That toke about 5 minutes, and consuming it toke about 5 more. "10 minutes wasted on food. But I guess it's worth it. Now I don't have to take any of there food till morning," John said to himself while mentally making outfits.
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7:55 that night:
There was a knock at the door at 7: 55. Rose walked down the stairs and opened up the door. "Hi, Rose," said a way to familiar voice. "John," shouted Rose, rapping her arms around his neck. "I knew you would come! Come on in!" Rose let go and toke his stuff into the living room. "I hope it's comfortable. I'm sorry I won't be out here with you. But I do know your going to wake up to something cooking just for you," said Rose and smiled.
John sat on the pullout couch that he would be sleeping on. "It feels comfortable. I mean, I usually sleep on a pullout couch. This one is better than mine," John told her. "Now that I'm here I'll make my couch." Rose laughed and nodded. She headed up the stairs and was out of site. But out of site doesn't mean out of mind, John thought. Why does my best friend have to be the one I love? I wish I could just confess to her about how I feel. But whatever now. I need to get my couch made and get to Rose.
10 seconds later, his couch was done and he was already half up the stairs. I can't wait to spend alone time with Rose, John thought. He remembered all the times he was with Rose. Her dad, people her dad send out to watch-and-report, and students were always with or watching them. Well, here we go, John thought as he opened the door to Rose's room. John gasped at what he saw.