"Be with someone who constantly makes you roll your eyes, but makes you smile right after."

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John's P.O.V.

"I can't." She said, letting out a sigh.

"Please?" I asked. Her looks gave me a feeling that she was not gonna agree. So I just made the puppy eyes. And...

They worked! They always do!

"Fine." She yelled, throwing her hands in the air.

Aww. She looked cute.

Aww? Did I just say aww?

Mental facepalm.

"That's a good decision Bradbury." I said.

She just rolled her eyes.

"My stomach's groaning." She poutef, with a frown look.

Once people eat my food, they just wanna eat more. I knew exactly what she was doing.

"I have seen people do that before." I said, mentally smirking, too proud of my fabulous cooking skills.

"You mean you have seen people's stomach do that before?" She said.

"Nope. I mean I have seen people do that before. You want me to make you some food right?" I smirked again.

She rolled her eyes. Again. Is that the only thing she can do? Roll her eyes, blush and get sick!

"Yes. I do want some food." She said.

I remember Elliz Ellis doing that too. The first time she was about to try my food, Adam had to stuff it in her mouth forcefully. But after that day, she would just be looking for excuses to get me make some food. After all, food is life! And food, needs to be good!

That rhymes!

"How about some French toast?" I suggested. I loved cooking those. Simple, yet delicious.

"Nope. I am not in the mood."

"Bacon and Eggs?" I asked. Her eyes lit up at that name.

Cooking those was fun too. Specially scrambled eg-

"Sunny side up?" She said, still with the lit up eyes.

"You really like sunny side up?" I asked.

"Who likes scrambled?"

In the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit, I am offended!

"We are two very different people Ash." I just sighed and went in her kitchen. This girl is such a disappointment!

I went in the kitchen and looked for some eggs. I remembered from sneaking in her kitchen the last time, where she kept the eggs. Now the question was, if she had bacon. Instead of beating around the bush, I simply asked her.

"Do you have baconnnnnnnnn?" I shouted from the kitchen.

A faint voice replied from behind. From what I heard I assumed she said "yeah". Two seconds later, I heard some murmurs. Ash thought her voice was audible in the kitchen from her room, but it definitely wasn't.

For the first time, I ignored it. But then, she started murmuring more. That annoyed me so much that I stomped all the way to her room, and let out a deep sigh in front of her.

"I didn't hear a word." I said.

"You ignored me?" She said.

"Yeah. I was ignoring you, and that's why I came here, so that I could listen to what I had ignored." I rolled my eyes, like her!

"I was saying that... if I didn't have bacon, why would I tell you to make it?" She shrugged.

"And what did you say the second time?" I said, with suspicious eyes.

"That you've got bad luck when it comes to thinking." She mumbled.

"Did you just-"

"Yes. I called you stupid!" She said, rolling her eyes.

"You know what girl? Same. To. You!!!" I yelled, stomping back to the kitchen... after seeing her smile.

After hours and hours of efforts and hard work, I finally found bacon from her kitchen. Geez! Her kitchen is full of stuff. Useless stuff. Like literally USELESS. Like those nail-paint I found in her fridge the other day.

I took a pan, fried some bacon and placed it in a plate. Then I fried like four eggs in the same pan. Made a sunny side up! And then, added some parsley and pepper to it. Done!

I went in with two plates. Ash was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking something. She looked really sad.

I silently took a chair and placed it next to her bed, keeping the plates aside. She was still staring up. I held her soft hand. The most delicate hand I had ever held. I looked straight at her eyes, as she turned to face me.

"When did you come?" She asked. Her voice explained that she had been crying. But I didn't ask her. Because I didn't have the right to do so.

Or did I? Do I love her? Maybe. Maybe not. In either ways, at least I have a crush on her. I am sure I do. But this feeling's gonna disappear in a while. Yes. It's just a crush. Chill.

Wait. I had told something to Adam, hadn't I? Nah. Falling is a whole different story. This is just a crush.

Ash's P.O.V.

"You know what girl? Same. To. You!" He said. He turned around stomping back to the kitchen.

I smiled. He has got his ways. I know this by now. It's not even been a week since we met, and I have already started liking him so much. Every time he comes up with his stupid jokes, he manages to make me smile, no matter how depressed I am. I really owe him a lot.

I feel so connected to him. But one thing that still troubles me is that how did I manage to dream his exact face without seeing him anytime before that?

Life sometimes, is like a horror film. You never know what's gonna come out of where. And you don't how you would react to it. You don't know if it would scare you, or make you cry or laugh. Or maybe, it wouldn't matter at all. Sometimes you may laugh at the things you should be scared of. Sometimes you may be angry on the thing you should cry about. Or sometimes, it won't bother you at all.

Everytime I think I should get annoyed, I end up laughing. Because, there have been many people who have annoyed me. But nobody ever did it the way he does. He is different. He does not treat me like others did. He does not treat me like my mother did. He does not treat me like father did. And he does not treat me like my fate did.

And then I realised, I am going to die. Tears started flowing out of my eyes immediately. I was going to die sooner than I should. My early death is certain. And no one in the world can change it. No one. I laid my body down on the bed and stared up. I had no idea what was happening to me, and worse, why was it happening to me?

What did I do to deserve all that? Could I not live a simple life? I envy Katie. I envy John.

And I felt someone taking my hand.

As I turned to my side, I saw myself facing John and looking straight into his blue orbs. He was holding my hand.

"When did you come?" I asked. I waited for like a minute. But he didn't reply. It was like, he was lost in his own world.

"John?" I said.

"Yeah?" He said, coming out of his thoughts. For a moment I saw a slight sign of blushing on his face. Then, I saw a hint of frown. And when he looked at me, there was an awkward embarrassment in his eyes.

"You there with me?" I asked.

"Yes I am. I made some food." He said, looking at the plates that were on the bedside table. Those plates looked awesome. Every little particle was so beautifully kept, with a perfect garnishing on top.

We started enjoying our food. As it slipped in my mouth, I could feel a heaven melting in my mouth.

"Mmm. You should have been a gourmet chef in LUMA." I said.

"If I became a chef, I would make those chefs sleep with my sad jokes." He said, digging in the plate and chuckling at the same time. Then he looked up at me, with food still in his mouth. I could see him smirk as he still chewed on his delicious food.

"Well. What makes you think that your sad jokes won't make the people in the accounts department sleep?" I said, really proud of saying that. Because as soon as I said that, he stopped digging in his plate, and looked straight up at me.

Finally zipped the mouth of the blabbering guy! A pat on my back for doing that!

"Account dudes are just a synonym of depression. I would lift 'em up if I cracked my jokes." He said.

So he has an answer. Nope. Am not gonna give up so soon Blabbering Guy!

"But, aren't your jokes sad?" I said.

"A chef would surely call those sad. Because cooking is a pleasure, and a work of peace. But for an account dude even the 'j' of jokes would suffice. Sad added as a prefix won't matter." He shrugged.

I smiled. I didn't have an answer to that. I love it how he can make me smile so easily.

"Friends who make you laugh in your hardest times, hold you the biggest favour in life." I said irrelevantly. I stood up, walking towards him, holding his hand and looking into his eyes.

I thought he would be confused. But he smiled and said, "Sorry to say Ash. But, I don't agree with you on that." He was still holding my hand. I withdrew my hand and said, "Oh god. The guy who knows to flirt so bad with a girl, knows how to oppose her too. Seems interesting. So, what is your opinion, Mr.Jonathan?" I said.

"Oh god. Stop being a savage."

"What do you mean John?" I said, sitting back on the bed.

"Okay. So, you said friends who make us laugh when we are sad own us a favour? Right?"

"Yeah. I did."

"Give it a thought Ash. Do friends really own you a FAVOUR?" He said, emphasizing the word "favour", pointing that friends do not do a favour on us.

"Yeah. I get you. I was probably wrong."

"Not probably. You were wrong. Anyways, good to know that I am your friend." He smirked.

"I never said you were one." Now, this guy had always been up his heels to flirt with me. I had to learn things from him. After all, it takes quite a lot of time to have good manners, but it takes just a few seconds of your life to be spoilt.

"Then what are we? Enemies?"

"No, you dumb-bum!" John is such a disappointment sometimes.

"Frenemies?!?! Come on, we have never even literally argued over anything after that scar incident!"

"John. I had not asked you to make assumptions. I just meant that I thought you had a crush on me?!" And I bit the side of my lower lip with the upper teeth, giving a goofy smile with the remaining part of the lips and looked at him notoriously. He got nervous. Yes gurl! You did it! I have always been the awkward one in here, but now... I rock!!!

"Even if I have a crush on you, that would not make it a relationship. It is just a feeling."

"Hmm. Sounds logical." He's got logical stuff in his head.

"Yeah? I mean for you I am your friend, and for me you are my crush. And, we can say that our relationship is friendship. But saying that our relationship is called crushship would just sound stupid you know."

And, my jaws dropped.

"What?" He asked.

"Did you just say that I am your crush?"

"Oh god. That is not the first time I said that. I used that word just two sentences back Ash!!!"

"Yeah, but you attached an 'even if' to it."

"Phew. Why are you so difficult Ashleigh Bradbury?"

"Why are you so stupid Jonathan Hunt?"

"Because..." And he gave a big smile, which meant he had an answer to one of the world's most non-answerable questions.

"You are contagious!" And he gave a laugh.

Well, I laughed hard too. I mean, I knew I was laughing at myself but still. What he said was worth a laugh.

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John's P.O.V.

How the hell does she know I had a crush on her? This woman is just too smart. And I like smart women. Good choice John.

No just- just shut up.

Author's Note

Heyy Guyz! How have y'all been? Hope all of you are safe. What do you guys think about the fact that John realised he has a crush on her? He thinks this feeling is temporary, and we as readers know it's not. I mean obviously it's not. We all have a good brain to know that. Do you think it's gonna be soon that he realizes he is in love? And what do y'all think about Ash's sixth sense? Lemme know your reviews about this.

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