"Okay." J.J said, as he opened the door and came in.
I quickly sat up before he came inside.
"Good morning." He greeted, as he sat down on the bed.
"Good morning." I greeted him back.
"Hope I didn't wake you?" He asked.
"No, I was already up." I lied to him.
"Lier." He said as he scanned his room.
"Am not lying. I was on my phone." I lied again.
"Are you saying that all the loud snores I heard coming from this room were not made by you?" He asked surprisingly.
"Snoring?" I asked.
I was a bit embarrassed, but I didn't show it.
"Yes." He said, smiling.
"I do not snore." I said.
"I didn't say you were lying. I just wanted to confirm." He said.
"Whatever." I said and rolled my eyes.
"You actually slept for fourteen hours straight." He said and smiled mockingly.
"I am very tired from yesterday's trouble."
I said to him,
"Yay, I understand." He said and nodded.
"Thanks for understanding." I said and smiled at him.
"You can go brush your teeth and take your shower in the bathroom." He said and smiled back at me.
"You are lucky my sister left some of her clothes behind." He added.
"Yay I will." I said.
"Be quick. Let me go fix our breakfast, okay." He said and stood up, waiting for my reply.
"Okay, I will join you later." I said and yawned loudly.
He walked towards the door, winked and left the room,as he closed the door behind him.
I can't actually believe that I am in my crush's house, not just in his house.
Am actually in his room and on his bed.
He is such a gentleman.
He is just the same as in my dream.
But the only difference is that he doesn't call me honey or sweetheart like in my dreams.
I quickly hopped out of the bed, arranged it and entered the bathroom.
When I finished bathing and returned to the room, I saw some girl's clothing on the bed.
I quickly put them on, grabbed my phone and left the room to meet him.
I went to the living room, but he was not there.
I then entered the kitchen, he was still cooking, he didn't hear me coming, because I was barefooted.
He left the door wide open, as if he was expecting me.
I wanted to scare him, but I changed my mind, might get offended.
I can't risk offending him.
I returned to the door, rested in it and studied him.
He has a very hot body.
His muscles are so thick that one will get that it might rip his clothes.
He was wearing a short sleeve and blue jeans, which made look more masculine than before.
He still hasn't noticed me, or was he pretending?
Whatever.
He was stirring the pot with his hand tightly clutched on the pot and spoon.
I really couldn't guess.
I really want to have a taste of his lips. It has been on my wish list for ages now.
He still hasn't noticed my presence, I don't think he would.
He was just focused on what he was doing.
I became tired standing there like a chick waiting for mother hen.
I knocked thrice.
He turned his head sharply to see who was Knocking.
"Hey." He greeted me, smiling at me.
"Hey." I greeted him back and yawned.
"Hungry?" He asked me, smiling.
"Yeah." I said and nodded.
"What are you cooking?" I asked him.
"I can't tell, I will show you.Okay?" He said.
"Can you be faster with the cooking?" I asked.
"Come join me to make things faster." He said to me,
"Okay, what should I do?" I asked him.
"Go set the table." He said.
"Okay." I said to him,
I grabbed two plates and some cutleries and arranged them on the dining table.
I then went inside the kitchen and returned to the dining room with two glass cups, a bottle of drinking water and a bottle of strawberry juice.
I sat down and waited for him.
Soon he served us and we both started eating.
The food was very delicious and he is a good chef too.
We finished eating and he cleared the table.
"Yeah, yesterday you talked about me going to visit your family today, right?." He asked.
"Yes, I did say you should go,but I didn't mean today." I replied.
"It's the same thing." He said.
"Whatever." I said to him,
"Haven't you heard?" He asked.
"Heard what?" I asked.
"Didn't you watch tv yesterday?" He asked, mockingly.
"No, I didn't." I replied.
"Tell me you are lying." He said to me,
"Of course, not. I am not lying. Why should I lie to you?" I asked him, angrily.
"I didn't say you were lying." He said to me,
"Okay, just tell me what I haven't heard or didn't see on tv yesterday." I said to him, calmly.
"Your family has been released." He finally told me.
"Really?" I asked him, excitedly.
"Yeah."
"It was all over the news yesterday. There were no signs or should I call it proof? He asked.
"If what?" I asked him, curiously.
"Of them being immortal." He replied.
"So does that make me free?" I asked him as I became a bit excited.
"Nope." He replied.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because, it just became worse. They think you are one of a kind." He said.
"Of course, I am one of a kind." I said to him, smiling.
"Do you really think so?" He asked me, mockingly.
"Yeah." I said and nodded at the same time.
"Seriously, your best friend….Um…. Elizabeth, right?" He asked.
"Yes. Why?" I asked, concerned.
"She is still on the run." He said.
"What?" I asked, shockingly.
'Why is she still on the run?'
'What's happening?'
'Why did they let my family go, without letting her go?'
"Because, they think she knows your whereabouts." He said.
"No, no , no. This is not happening." I said, as I stood up and started going to and fro.