"Wakey wakey, rise and shine. We're late." Johnny's voice and the sound of door opening woke me up from the beautiful land of dreams.

I hugged the sheets tighter, not even bothering to open my eyes.

I heard him placing something on the bedside table and then felt bed dipping beside me. Even though my back was facing him, the smell of his perfume reached my nostrils anyway.

"Elektra?" I heard the smile on his lips.

"Hmmm," I was on the verge of falling asleep again.

"I know you're sleepy, but we've got places to be." he said softly, caressing my shoulder. I let out a grumble and moved to lay on my back again, eyes still closed.

A sigh left his lips, "You're not a morning person, are you?"

"Absolutely not," I mumbled back, although everything started to get more conscious in my mind. I knew he was right about the recordings, but at the same time I hated the lack of sleep.

I couldn't see a mischievous smirk that appeared on his lips, but I could sense it in the words that came after.

"Well, since the guys are already gone, I think I'm gonna have this whole yummy breakfast, that I've just made, for myself."

I opened my eyes a tiny bit to get greeted by the white light that was storming into the room in stripes, through half-opened blinds. I blinked away the blurry stuff from my eyes to get a more clear view. "What?"

I dragged my gaze around the room and found him sitting at the edge of the bed. He still wore the same clothes from few hours earlier but his hair was in less mess and he had also his brown glasses on. I've never seen him with other than sunglasses, but I must say it suited him. He must've been up for a while because his eyes weren't sleepy at all, maybe only tired.

As I spoke, Johnny gave me a surprised interesting reaction look, his smile only growing wider. He motioned for me to look at my left, where the bedside table was, with a slight nod.

I turned my head to see a tray with food, including some croissant with jam, few strawberries, an orange juice in a glass and tea in a cup. My mouth fell slightly open.

I switched looks between him and the food. "It's.. for me?"

"Yes," he replied, never stopping the smile, "I know today might be kinda stressful and hard for you. I thought it'd be easier to handle it if you start the day with some good food." Oh man, that's so sweet!

"Thank you so much!" I seemed to just not be able to gather any other words. Do you sometimes experience this thing, like literally feeling endorphin releasing in your brain? It's kinda funny, but just the best in the whole world.

I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. The sun shone so brightly like pretending that last night there wasn't a storm which literally lasted 3 hours. I'm glad though, I love such sunny days in New York. Oh, but sunsets here - believe me - I wouldn't have enough words. Damn, I should hurry or something because Johnny mentioned we're late and even the guys already left.

I carefully put the tray on my thighs, tryna not to spill anything, and watched Johnny stand up from the bed. He went over and opened the door to his closet. I felt like some sort of, I don't know, like I'm experiencing something no one's ever seen before. You'd think, even I would, that celebrities go on red carpets, do interviews all of these stuff and that's all they live. The truth is they live the same as the "ordinary" people, the only difference is that everyone is actually interested in their being.

They might even struggle to put together an outfit, just like Johnny right now. He's leaning on his right leg with left hand supporting his side and the other one scratching the back of his head as he looked all around the closet. I could feel his struggle from here.

I giggled quietly, although I shouldn't. I probably do the same thing while picking an outfit, but it looks so sorta cute with him. I've never thought I'd see such a soft view.

"You doin' alright over there?" he suddenly asked and I realized I was accidentally kinda looking at him the whole time.

"Yeah, yeah," I hid my smile behind the cup of tea, "Just tryna send some vibrations to help you." He gave me a 'very funny' look and turned around, this time actually picking some clothes.

I've finished my croissant and- am I the only one who sometimes tries to pronounce word in other language than the one you speak in, and you feel like the main character when in reality it's really bad? Just me? Great.

Anyway, I finished the breakfast in record time and Johnny told me he's gonna change and if I want I can use the bathroom, which was actually just another door here. His room was huge, but well organized so you didn't have the lonely feeling all around. He closed the closet door and I popped the last strawberry into my mouth and moved to sit with my feet hanging from the bed.

I must admit that I had some anxiety about playing today, but I don't think that bullying myself with thoughts will help. Instead I wanted to focus on what Johnny has told me last night. Wow, he even made me trust myself.

About last night.

I can't stop thinking of Johnny's expression right after he woke up. I knew what he went through was really, really bad, I could see it often in his eyes when he flinched over the little things like fist-bumps I casually wanted to do, or when me or someone else was too close to his personal space.

But the look he held back then..

I sometimes wish I could, I don't know, somehow.. "fix" fits here, but I know you can't just fix someone.

I'd like to much to make it all go away, fill him to the brim with all the affection I have and let his mind be at peace. We then could keep doing random things and have the most careless fun, but with nothing really tormenting him deep down. I also know that I can't do it just right away.

I don't know how it's possible, but with him I feel sort of differently understood. Like I'm experiencing things all over again, but in a good way.

We lately spend, in fact, truly a lot of time together. Through these months he became one of these, I believe, special people that you think of right away when you want to spend time with someone and it brings you just the most joy.

I must admit that a lot of things changed and happened during this time I spent with him. I'd never imagine my life going that way.

I took my hoodie and pants from yesterday and made my way into the bathroom. I slept in a basic tee I had under the jumper and Lily's sweats. I also got my black Mini Kanken backpack with me, which I've been carrying since the event with me and my Beetlejuice look so it wouldn't happen again. Not like I was really embarrassed, but you know. I kinda was.

As I closed the door, Johnny was still in the closet. I wonder what he'll wear, because you can never really expect what idea will pop into his mind.

I did everything needed and the only thing left was to fix my look a little with a tiny bit of mascara and lip gloss. I randomly noticed that black roots have started to appear on my red-dyed hair.

My natural hair color is pitch-black and sorta even crow alike. I never really dyed it because, one: it's mostly too dark for any color and two: I liked how it matched my sapphire eyes. Now I see how contrasting it actually is with light hair.

"Did you enjoy your breakfast?" I suddenly heard Johnny asking from behind the door. It sounded kinda muffled since it's closed.

"It was great. I felt like I was actually living in France, having french breakfast and all." I replied and corrected the mascara. He chuckled and when I heard his voice again it sounded closer, like he was right next to the door.

"You'd like to settle in France?"

"Maybe not permanently, but I'd be absolutely overwhelmed with happiness to spend summer or even late spring there. Something like, you know, learn french, find some old-fashioned lover boy and then yearn for this time for the rest of my life." I replied.

"I think that's a great thing to look forward to. I can tell you won't regret goin' there." he answered. "You know, I think Paris has the best Live Music Bars. And alcohol in it." I let out a sudden chuckle. Right, what else he would pay attention to? Apple pies?

"I could take you there someday, if you want."

I stopped in my tracks and grinned widely, but bit my lip quickly.

I gathered my things together and stuffed them into my backpack. I folded the sweatpants into a cube, proceeding to open the door. I looked one last time in the mirror.

This look is fine, but I secretly hoped we'd have enough time to step by at my house, so I could change. I already had even outfit planned in my head.

I opened the door and found Johnny leaning on the wall right next to the door, with his arms crossed over his chest. "You're saying you volunteer to play the lover boy part in my plan?" I asked and he, I think, played along.

"Je ferais n'importe quoi pour toi, madame." he replied with a smile.

I giggled "Yeah, sure."

I thought he's gonna actually tell what it means but instead he moved past me to get to his jewelry box. I followed him with my eyes and finally our gazes met in the mirror.

He stopped in his tracks and after studying my face, asked, "You haven't understood a word I said, have you?"

"You know me so damn well, who would've thought?" I answered sarcastically and he offered me this one, just the most beautiful smile that could have me crying on the floor because of how tingly it makes me feel.

He then let out a short chuckle and explained. Basically he said that he'd do anything for me.

He proceeded to tell me more about the kinda grammar way he said it, since I could learn more like this. I know, boring!, you would've thought, but he was explaining it with such love for this language that I didn't see a thing to complain about.

I could watch and listen to him talking in french all day, even if I didn't understand any of it. It suited him so well and his voice like that made you feel like lying on a grassland full of colorful flowers, in the middle of june, with sun shining comfortably warm.

I somehow only now noticed his outfit and moved my stare up and down his jeans and shirt.

The combination wasn't very complicated but all the accessories made it look madly interesting and pleasant to see. He noticed my glancing and asked me what do I think about it.

"I don't know how you do it," I replied, shaking my head, "but your outfits are so simple yet so fine, damn."

He smiled shyly and thanked me, putting the jewelry he finally didn't wear into the box again.

"I always thought you have some sort of worldwide designer or even personal adviser getting outfits for you."

His lips formed a smirk, "On the events and important stuff, yes. But I make some up on my own when I'm by myself, and just hanging around."

Johnny stated he's ready to go and it turned out we were only 5 minutes late, but it took quite some time to get to the studio from Johnny's house, so in the end it could take about 20 minutes.

"Wait, wait!" Johnny's sudden words made me stop in my tracks. I stood in the way that sun shone at me from my side, blinding my eyes only slightly. I frowned and looked at him, but he just told me to not move and wait a second. What was he up to?

He basically run out of the room and came back after a while with a camera. He almost always carried it around, and I knew he loved taking photos. But, of me?

"May I, please, take a picture of you? You have no idea how beautiful your eyes look in the sun."

He looked at me with such needy and honest eyes that I got speechless. Like the horrible blush that crept onto my cheeks wasn't enough. Hello, he's still waiting for the answer??

"Alright, but I don't know if it's actually gonna be goo-"

"No buts like that," he quickly interrupted, looking directly at me.

Fine, then. I fixed my posture and a bit of my hair. He brought the camera closer to his face, covering one eye and closing the other. Not sure what to do with them, I connected my hands behind my back and waited for him to snap the picture.

He, however, didn't and pulled away from the camera slightly, just smiling at me. It plastered a smile on my face too, as earlier it wasn't present there, "What?"

"This."

It may sound weird, but I didn't want a photo with me grinning, because, I don't know, I don't think It'd barely be even pretty then.

I think he noticed my hesitation and quickly added, "Don't think about anything except.." he grinned himself, "The time when Alice slipped on the wet floor in the studio the other day."

I literally couldn't help but smile at the image. He complained about his butt hurting so bad after-

I somehow met the camera lens with my eyes and heard a *snap*. Johnny pulled away completely and looked proudly at the photo.

"Can I see it?" I asked, getting closer, but he snatched the camera away.

"No, it's gonna be a surprise." I shot him a glance, but Johnny just continued to be all smiling about it.

Johnny went back to set the camera from where he took it and when he already left the room, I heard him mumbling something to himself, probably because he thought I won't hear him.

"She's so beautiful."

I froze and was absolutely sure that my face decided to change its color into a tomato-like. I mean, literally, I felt it all burning with blush. What- Why would he say that? Did he really think that?

I took a few deep breaths to calm myself. I feel like if I had mentioned it to him, it'd awkward as f^ck, so I'll keep it just to myself. But, guys, my whole being just lit up as he said that.

He only peeked into the room, saying we should go and I nodded.

We hurried up and, as he already left the room, I took one last look around, making sure I haven't left anything, and noticed Johnny's cigarette case that he probably forgot to take again, which happened to him quite a lot. Weird, given how much he smoked.

I put it in my back pants pocket and quickly went downstairs. As my feet touched the main corridor floor, Johnny has just headed out of the kitchen with blue aviator sunglasses in his hand and a hat in the other. "You've got everything?" he asked, meeting my eyes.

I nodded and questioned him if we'd have enough time to step by at my house. It was mostly on the way and I'd use Sonic speed to get my stuff done.

"I need like 3 minutes." I told him and he nodded vigorously.

"Oh, of course. We have plenty of time 'cause at first they gotta prepare everything, get coffees and gear in general. No worries." he added confidently.

Hm, I thought they have it already arranged, but what can I know?

He put on the things he held in his hands and a jacket. We left the building and made our way towards the garage, to Johnny's car. Apparently, he has talked Jack into heading home and that he'll drive me instead. I wonder by what miracle Jack agreed(believe me, he's very stubborn), but Johnny somehow managed to. Also, as he summarized, "This man really is a hard one to convince."

"Did you get any more of sleep this morning?" I asked, hoping he actually did.

"Yes," he replied with a smile. "I think that probably all the way since you left to go upstairs. Alice woke me up around 9 as they were getting ready to go." Wow, that's about 5 hours straight.

Without any bad dream.

"Listen, I wanted to thank you." he started, stopping in his tracks and so did I. "No one's ever really.. helped me with it." he said, looking briefly at my face, meanwhile fidgeting with car keys.

I offered him a smile which I think put him more on ease as by now he gave full attention to my eyes. "It's alright, I'm glad I could help."

I smiled to myself and looked at the pretty sky before we entered the garage.

First of all, I must say that I know nothing about cars, but this one I've actually recognized.

If you've watched Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, then you'll know of what car I'm talking about. But to those who haven't - the two of the main characters, Raoul Duke (Johnny) and Dr. Gonzo, ride with a red Cadillac that actually is one of the characters I'd say, as that's where they keep allll sort of drugs.

Well, this car stood right in front of me.

My mouth fell open, "Did you keep it?"

Johnny laughed, looking at my amazed expression. "I did, it reminds me of Hunter a lot."

I carefully got it and Johnny started the engine. I felt so incomparably cool that I just can't explain it.

As we've joined the city streets, Johnny started looking for cigarettes and cursed under his breath as he couldn't find them.

Told ya.

I put out the box for him to see,

"Hm. Could've sworn I took them with me." he said, looking at it with raised eyebrow.

I giggled and handled him one. "I don't know what I'd do without you." He added, setting it between his lips.

"You'd not have cigarettes, equals not smoking, equals being healthier." I replied and he chuckled.

"Nah, better with you anyway." Oh, and there my heart goes, doing a flip.

He fumbled a lighter out of his pocket and lighted his stuff. I started looking for my own, when I realized I had forgotten them as well and they're still somewhere in Johnny's house. Oh, great, what an irony.

"You know, I'd give you one of mine but these things are just so unhealthy, I don't think my conscience would bear it." he acted serious as he took a long puff and then placed his hand back on the steering wheel. "Oh, I'm kidding. Help yourself."

"You know, I'd take it, but I think that my pride wouldn't bear it at all." I answered, taking it anyway.

I felt the light burning in the top of my chest and warm smoke escaping my nose and mouth. I closed my eyes, enjoying how the wind blew at my hair and the sounds of old radio. I smiled uncontrollably, feeling really glad I am where I am.

Suddenly, the music changed to She's A Lady by Tom Jones. I was literally ready to start jumping around this Cadillac.

"Oh my god, I love this song!" I broke from my state of calmness and yelled through the rude wind making noise around us.

I could not only hear, but see Johnny's excitement as he yelled back: "Me too!"

We now drove onto less traveled road, so I turned the volume up and we started screaming the lyrics, me gesticulating the hell of my arms as Johnny couldn't really move a lot.

"She's got style, she's got grace, she's a winner! She's a Lady!"

The sunroof was open, so I stood up, leaning my forearms on the front glass and observing, what I think is, the best day of my life.

As the song ended, we both fell into giggles just for no reason. We got closer to my house and when we finally arrived, I changed and got myself together.

We drove again onto the busy streets and I suddenly felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. It was a text.

Alice: Hey, where are you two? We've been waiting for like 20 minutes.

I noticed that it was almost 10 am, which meant we were definitely late.