John x Skye (Or Y/N)
“JOHNNNNNN!” I yelled in agony.
I had broken my ankle a few weeks ago, and today I fell over and landed on my ankle.
“Skye! Are you alright?” John asked me while the others, Laf, Hercules, and Alex ran over to see what was happening.
“Fuck! I fell on it and I feel like i'm dying!” I yell, and eventually I start crying which I hate to do in front of everyone.
“Hey, hey, don't cry.” John pulled me into his lap and cradled me.
I immediately tried to stop crying because of John’s soothing words, ignoring all the smug looks from everyone else.
“Thanks John… I feel a bit better.” I murmur as the guys start to walk away.
“No problem.” John murmurs and carries me bridal style to my room to help me get my boot on my ankle.
John left me to my thoughts, I pull my sleeve up to look over the cuts and scars.
I pull my sleeve down and walk out to see Alex and Laf really deep in a conversation, I creep up and listen to a few words.
“They would make a cute couple if John would just tell her. Wanna make a bet Laf?” Alex smirks.
“Sure! If she admits it you owe me 40 bucks. If he admits it I owe you 40 bucks. Got it?” Laf smirked as they shook hands.
“Hey guys.” I say cheerfully. Both men jump in their seats and fall off. “DON'T DO THAT SKYE!” Alex yells and flicks me in the head, which I hate.
“Flick me one more time!” I yell. “Go to your room! That's an order from your friend!” He jokes.
“I am seriously gonna kill you!” I yell and tackle him. “Ah! You’re so heavy!” He yells.
“What did you say to her?” John rushed over and yelled at Alex. I giggled as Alex got yelled at.
“I'm getting you back for this!” He muttered in my ear as he walked past me.
“You okay?” John asked me worriedly. “Yes. Thanks by the way.” I tell him sweetly.
“Oh it was nothing…” He starts to blush. I start blushing also and walk back to my room to read.
Next on my list of things to read was: To Kill A Mockingbird, by: Harper Lee.
“Mon ange?” Laf walks in my room. (My angel?) “Oui?” I ask. (Yes?) “I have to talk with you for a few moments. Would you mind?”
He asked me sweetly. “Nope!” I reply happily. “Do you like John? Tell me the truth. I won't tell him if you do. I promise.” He says quickly.
“Yes.” I whisper quietly. “Tell him! He is shy and timid, I don't think he will tell you any time soon, and plus, all of us here thing you and him would make a great couple.” He tells me.
“Really? You think I should?” I murmur.
“Yes.” He replies. “Fine, but I will do it later. Not now.” I tell him.
“Good. He has a right to know.” Laf smiles and walks out.
I let my back flop onto the bed and lay down for a couple hours thinking about various things.
“Hey Johnny boy!” I yell, laughing at what I yelled out. “He went out for some coffee.” Alex peeks his head in my room to tell me.
“M’kay you creeper.” I tell him. “How dare you call me that!” Alex whines and bursts out laughing.
At that moment the door to our apartment opens and there is John, with a coffee tray in his hands, including two frappuccinos and three hot coffees.
“YES A FRAPP!” I yell and run over and grab my tall pumpkin spice frappuccino.
“Yes! Coffee!” Laf, Herc, and Alex run over and maul John for their drinks.
“Really Alex? A white girl frapp?” I ask trying not to laugh at him.
“Yes. Thank you very much." He laughs. “Come here John!” I call to John and head into my room.
“Yeah?” He asks. “I just want you to know. I really care for you and I love you so much.” I tell him.
“I love you too, Skye!” He tells me and hugs me. He pulls me into a short, but passionate kiss. “WHO CONFESSED FIRST?” Alex and Laf run in.
“I did.” I told them. “YES I GET 40 BUCKS!” Laf yells and cheers.
“Dammit!” Alex curses.