Chapter 17: Hookers and Daydreams

Ghost POV

The car shakes as I drive onto the driveway, I take out the key looking over to John. He's awake but just sitting there, I get out of the car, he follows. I walk to my front door, pretending to look for my key, When I suggested that we come here, I didn't expect him to say yes. I get the key, unlocking the door, I open it going in first. Clean enough, He enter behind me, closing the door.

In his hands I notice my jacket, holding the fabric as if it would slip out of his hands if he didn't grip onto it. "It's not the best, yet it's mine" I say, and I was right, it was small 1 bedroom, nothing special. "Well as you can see, walking in this is the kitchen/living room" I say. I walk over to the fridge, setting the tupperware inside, looking into the fridge I notice it's nearly empty with only an egg carton and a six pack of beer.

I close the fridge, "I'm not here a lot, so I don't usually keep a lot in it" I say. John looks around, staying quiet, I walk over to door. "This is my bathroom, only one I have" I flick the light on, allowing him to see, turning it off after. I walk over to the next door, "And this is my room, I open the door. My blanket is tossed on the floor, and papers cover my bed, along with a knife with something on it.

I quickly close the door back, John looks at me confused, "I.. Need to clean it, but after that you can use the bed" I say. He takes a deep breath walking back around to explore, I walk in closing the door behind me. I look around and notice a glass of dark liquid sitting next to my bed, along with the bottle next to it with no lid, Just fix a few things.

Soap POV

I walk into the kitchen, looking around, Chair, table, glass. He clearly lives here by himself, This is new to me, we've always gone to my house so it's comforting to know where he lives. I look around the living room, a two seated couch and another glass, filled with brown liquid. "John" Simon says, I turn to him, he's standing by the room door.

I walk over, entering the room, Bed, table, closet, and a chair facing the window. "You can take the bed if you want" Simon says, I walk over, sitting down on it. Stiff, I look up to him "Where are you going to be?" I ask. He walks over to the chair, turning it to face the bed "Not tired" Simon says. I look back down to his jacket in my lap, Makes sense.

I turn over, laying in the bed, digging my fingers in the blanket. I feel Simon lift  my leg and start taking off my shoes, Right "Sorry" I apologize. He puts them on the floor, "It's fine" he responds. I feel so tired, "Do you.. Have something I can wear?" I ask, he looks at me confused. "These pants aren't the best to sleep in" I say, "Oh.. One second" Simon says.

He walks over to his closet, the sounds of moving hangers rattle, "I.. Have a shirt you could borrow" Simon says, pulling out a plain dark grey shirt. I stand, grabbing it from him, Not that much bigger than my own size. "I can just sleep in my underwear" I say, his eyes widen at my comment. "We're both men here, I'd assume it'd be fine" I say, his eyes shift a bit. "If that's what you want" Simon says.

He walks over to the chair, sitting in it, I make a turning around motion with my finger. He gets up annoyed, "You just said we were both men" He says, facing the wall. "Don't get stabbed" I respond, starting to change. I hear him chuckle, I finish changing, sitting back on the bed. "Ok you're good" I say, he turns back, sitting in his chair.

I feel tired, I lay on my stomach, closing my eyes... It's cold. I open my eyes, Simon is sitting in the chair, writing something down on a piece of paper. I watch him, he's always doing something, never just there. "You're staring Johnny" Simon says, I close my eyes back, sighing. "Do you not like being stared at Simon?" I ask, he looks up from his writing.

"I don't mind it, but I get this feeling a scot doesn't realize he's doing it" he responds. I don't realize, him being right annoys me slightly.

Ghost POV

An hour goes by, I look to John, Looks asleep. I set my paper down, standing out of the chair, stretching. I sigh, I quietly bring the chair over. "Johnny?" I say, he shifts a bit, "Mmm" He groans. "Can I tell you something?" I ask, "Mhm" John sounds. "I have dreams sometimes, weird dreams, with you in them" I say quietly. "I don't know why you show up, but you have been lately, at first you would just someone I walk past, but lately my dreams you've been..." I stop myself.

I look up, watching you quietly snore "Closer.. Physically, I don't know how to react when this happens. But knowing that it's a dream, I allow you around me, it often leads to... Situations, but I always wake up before anything happens." I lean back in my chair, a little worried about my thoughts "At the same time, I'm glad I wake up, it might be enjoyable for the moment, but it's not real" I say.

I take a breath, "I'm getting deployed soon" I lean down, intertwining my fingers "I can't tell you where, I mean we work together but I'm not sure you'd be able to know". I over to him, his eyes still closed, "It's terrifying to think that so many people are depending on me, not just who I'm fighting with, but everyone else" I say. I shift in my chair a bit, "Do you trust me Johnny?" I ask.

He stays quiet, letting out a snore, "I envy your peace, but the chaos in my mind somehow balances it all" I say. I stand from the chair, walking around the bed grabbing the bottle of alcohol. I run my finger across the label, setting it back down, struggling to take my hand off of it. I close my eyes, taking a deeper breath. "I don't drink as much as I used to, since I've met you" I say, I look over to him, Peace.

"I still drink, smoke, and I still avoid people, you'd think of me unapproachable if you hadn't known me" I say smirking. I let out a breath, furrowing my brow "But you don't know me... You don't know who I am nor what I've seen, but the way you act around me, feels like you've known me before it all" I say. I walk back over to my chair, moving it back to my position, sitting down. I lean back, staring at the roof "Do you trust me, Johnny?"

"Not in the sense of you trust me to protect you, but in the sense of us... Is there a us Johnny?"

WOOOO TIME SKIP cause time skips are super duper cool, real quick dance party! FRUIT SALAD... YUMMY YUMMY, dude sing along- *ahem* FRUIT SALAD.... YUMMY YUMMY, ok you can move on now lmao

Soap POV

I quickly jolt my head up, "MMm holy fuck" I say, I wipe the drool off my face laying back on the pillow. The sun is beaming into the room, I hold up my hand, blocking it. "Fucking hell" I say, angrily getting out of the bed, I walk over to the window, feeling around for my curtain.  Struggling to find it, I peek through my fingers, "That isn't my..." I turn around. I scan the room, Guess we're back to waking up at random houses.

I look over and notice Simon in the chair he was in last night, Right, I'm at his house. I walk closer, looking him over, he's sleep with his arms crossed and his head hanging low. Hard to tell if he's actually sleeping, I tap his shoulder, he jolts his head up. He looks over to me, examining my face for a moment "Johnny?" Simon says, as if he doesn't believe I'm here.

"Hi Simon" I say, he slowly stands looking down at me, his eyes scan me over. They furrow in confusion "Johnny?" Simon says again, "I think you're getting me mixed up with the several hookers that conveniently also have mohawks and are also named Johnny that were here, I already kicked them out" I say jokingly. I chuckle at my own comment, he blinks, focusing on my face "Right" Simon says.

"You bring hookers here?" I ask, he wipes the bridge of his nose, yawning a bit. "Sure" he says, he walks out of the room, I follow behind him. "I mean I won't judge, people have different interests, some people like hiking and others like collecting hookers, all are.. Somewhat acceptable" I say. He walks into the bathroom, starting the shower, walking back out. "Why hookers?" I ask, I hear him audibly groan, he walks back into his room.

"You know, during the American Civil War, the men under Major General Hooker's command were guys who would spend their time in brothels when they were on leave, and they would often sleep with prostitutes, they were then called hookers, where the name originated" I say. {Which is true, and super funny, look it up}

I lean on the doorway, "Being a Lieutenant who works all the time, I'd assume you don't have enough time for hookers" I say. I chuckle to myself, "Do you set a timer and..." I watch as he takes his shirt off, showing the scarring over his torso. He throws the shirt on the bed tosses a towel over his shoulder, he turns towards me "Shit, forgot you were here" Simon says.

He turns back to the closet grabbing clothes, he walks past me "Wouldn't want you seeing that" Simon says. I turn to him "I've been talking for the past five minutes, how'd you forget I was here" I ask. He walks into the bathroom "Started thinking about my hookers" Simon jokes. I walk in, hitting his arm "Dick" I say, I look at myself in the mirror.

Looks as if my tears dried when I was sleep, I turn on the sink, splashing my face a few times. "Are you planning on being in here when I shower?" Simon asks, leaning back on the counter. I look over to him "Do your hookers-" he sits up, "That it" Simon says, he grabs my shoulder dragging me out of the bathroom.

"Take off my shirt and put on some pants" Simon says, he closes the bathroom door. "Understandable" I say, look at my clothes, Still in my underwear. I chuckle to myself, walking to the bedroom, I feel the fabric of the shirt, smelling it. Smells like him, cigarettes and liquor, I smile, Hooker has 100% wore this shirt.

{When I need to get up and I'm on a writing spree, I just do a paragraph of summary of what I want. But looking it over, I can't put that in the story, I convinced my friend to read this. Maybe in my next fanfic I can make it that they *AHEM*, but for now, you get kissing and emotions... I think... Idk. Hope you enjoyed!}