A/N: Goin' do a double update!
Also... I've been working on another story. I want to pre-write all of it before publishing. It'll have long chapters, due to the fact that there won't be that much episodes.
I also want to edit it really well and stuff.
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MACKENZIE'S POV:
(Continuation from the last chapter).
After I got changed into the red t-shirt and shorts, I strolled back to the guest bedroom.
The door was locked, so I tiredly knocked on it. It's been a long day, I just want to have a good night sleep. I want to finish this day, and get prepared for the busy day tomorrow.
Lauren was sleeping in Hayden's room. I knew Hayden and Annie wouldn't try anything with each other in front of Lauren, so I didn't need to worry about her losing her innocence at the age of 3.
Johnny creaked open the door, only his face in the view. I fiddle with my fingers, waiting for him to let me in. He eventually opened the door all the way, making room for me to enter the guest bedroom.
My eyes were stuck on my bare feet, as I watched them move, walking into the guest bedroom. The floor had a large furry carpet, which comforted my feet.
There was only one bed in the guest bedroom, so we'll both have to sleep there. I don't know why he can't just sleep on the couch.
I looked up at Johnny, to discuss where we're both going to be sleeping on the bed.
I gasped once I saw him.
His bare chest was showing, leaving him shirtless. He was wearing a pair of shorts, ending at his knee's. He looked hot. It was like his own personal way of seducing me. Just taking off his shirt.
Johnny's chuckle was heard, as he walked closer to me. "Mackenzie?"
My mouth had a huge gap in between, and my eyes were bulged open. He obviously knows that I was staring at him shirtless.
I wandered my eyes up his body, meeting his face. "Y-Yeah," I nervously stuttered, clearing my throat shortly after.
Don't look at his chest, Kenzie. Just don't look at his chest, and everything will be fine.
It was kind of hard to not beg for his love right then and there. Like I've had to remind myself many times before, he cheated on me. He doesn't deserve my forgiveness.
Maybe he deserves a second chance? No. He doesn't.
Johnny pointed to the bed, "I'll sleep on the right side, and you can sleep on the left side." He raised his eyebrows to get my approval.
I quickly nodded. He walked over to his side of the bed, as I stopped him. "No. No. No."
Johnny looked up at me, confused.
"You're not sleeping shirtless. Go get a shirt from Hayden's room."
Johnny sighed, giving me one last look before walking out the door. He came back with a plain white t-shirt on.
I smiled, silently thanking him for putting on a shirt. We both laid on the bed, each on our own side. Our backs were facing each other. Johnny used his hand to turn off the light coming from the lamp.
It went pitch black, just like that.
There was this awkward tension between us 2. To say my heart was not practically pounding out of my chest would be a lie. I gulped, attempting to get rid of my thick throat.
Can't I just sleep with Lauren? Or on the couch? At this point, I couldn't care less about my back.
But I was also really tired. It's like I was physically unable to get up from the bed. I slowly blinked a few times, knowing I'll drift off into sleep very soon.
To my luck, my eyes shut close. I was asleep. And this horrible day was over
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(The next morning).
I opened my chocolate brown eyes, groaning at the light.
There were arms around my waist, and legs entangled with mine. My head shot up, knowing exactly who it was.
Johnny was peacefully sleeping, his face in my neck.
How did we end up like this?
We were both sleeping on opposite ends of the bed last night. We probably moved around, and ended up in this awkward position. We were spooning.
Johnny groaned, which sent vibrations through my neck. I shuttered, enjoying his touch. Well, the devil is awake.
He widely smiled once he saw my face, realizing the position we're in. I shot up, off the bed.
Johnny sat up, too lazy to get up from the bed. "Good morning to you too," he joked.
I playfully rolled my eyes, unlocking the door and exiting out of the guest bedroom.
I sleepily rambled to Hayden's bedroom, opening the door. Annie and Hayden were sleeping on the bed, no sexual contact whatsoever.
Well, Annie wasn't sleeping. She was laying there, admiring Hayden's features.
I've done that way too many times before– with Johnny, of course.
I quietly tip-toed over to Hayden's closet, examining it for a sweater.
I saw a black one, and threw it around my body. Lauren was resting on the single bed, staring at the wall with awe.
I smiled at her view, and left Hayden's bedroom, entering the guest one.
To no surprise, Johnny was still laying on the bed. He sat up, lazily rubbing his eyes with his hands. "Why are you up so early?" He mutters.
I shrugged, searching around the room for my shoes. "They want me at the police station at 8:00 am."
Johnny nodded, finally getting up from the bed. "I'm coming with you," he demands.
I scrunch my facial features, noticing my pair of slides from the last time Johnny and I slept here, back when we were still together. "You don't have to come," I spoke.
He was currently on his phone, scrolling through who knows what. Like I said, I don't trust him anymore. For all I know, he could be texting Nadia right now. Or even worse, some random girl I don't even know.
He chuckled. "I want to. Besides, you need support." I grabbed the sandals from the bottom of the closet, slipping them onto my feet.
Taking the hairbrush from the bedside table, I responded to him. "Annie could come instead."
He put his phone down after my comment was finished, and began slowly walking to me. I gulped, scared of what he'll do next. He eventually got behind me, his body practically pressed against mine.
He snuggled his face into my neck, his breath hitting my bare skin. "I think you'd rather want me there." He breathes, his lips very lightly pressed against my neck. I swear I felt him harden behind me, but that was probably just me.
He used both his hands, to wrap against the back of my waist, slowly pushing my hair to the left side, as he smiled against my neck.
Being the idiot I am, I didn't do anything whatsoever. I didn't say something to stop him, I just went along with it.
I'm such a failure. I can't even let a divorce stay a divorce. I have to go out there and let him do this to me again. Well, not this time.
I flinched out of his touch, turning around and glaring at him. There was now a lot of space between us, unlike before.
He looked very confused, like me backing away was the last thing he expected to happen.
"What's wrong?" He mutters, stepping closer to me.
"Don't," I warn him, backing away. I was barely able to stop him the first time, how am I going to be able to do it again? It's just best if he stays away from me.
Johnny sighs, as I watch his chest rise, then fall. I gulped, looking back up at his face. "Johnny, please. I-I don't want to do anything like that. I'm not comfortable with that."
Johnny only nodded, grabbing his phone that he previously tossed on the bed, reading the screen. After a second or two, he put his phone in this pocket and gazed back up at me. "Come on, it's 7:30. We should get going."
I nodded, leading my feet to the mirror. I was dressed in nothing but black, but that wasn't intentional. I ran my hands through my hair, taking one last look before glancing back up at Johnny, who had already exited the room. It's good enough.
I left the guest bedroom, remembering to close the door behind me. I roamed down the stairs, to see Johnny standing by the doorway.
I mentally smiled at his view. Once I was close enough to him, he held his hands out.
I hesitated for a second, sending him a worried look.
I eventually took it, as he grinned widely.
Johnny used his free hand to unlock the door, and we both left Hayden's house, hand-in-hand.
I don't really know why I took his hand, after everything he's done to me. Why did he give me his hand after I told him off? More importantly, why did I even take his hand after I pushed him away literally 2 minutes before that?
I don't even know myself, and I doubt he knows either. He hurt me bad. He cheated on me with my best friend, my feelings for him haven't really changed. However, my opinion on him has changed.
Why I took his hand? I don't know. I guess it just felt right. Something got into me. I knew it was the correct choice.
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A/N: I love this chapter, but I hate the next one :)
I've been thridwheeling for the past 2 weeks and it kinda sucks. But it's better than being alone!
Also... Why are Jenzie authors making Jadia fanfictions I–
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