oh my god im making a part two dun dun duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun

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John's POV

"Aleeeeeexxxxxxx! Carry me please!"

"No John, your legs do work."

"No they don't... Also, I think I did forget how to walk again." I mumble, giggling slightly.

Y'know, for someone who stayed in one position for like one and a half thousand years I have a great sense of humour. 

Though it does occasionally come along with forgetting how to do something. Yesterday I couldn't talk that was the worst. And eat a few days ago ugh don't get me started. 

My legs have literally been inactive for basically since the beginning of time (I'm exaggerating here, keep up) so give me a break.

I struggle to sit up and make little grabby hands at him.

He glances at me with his expression screaming "Oh my god he's just a giant baby wtf am I even doing with my life anymore why did I do this-"

"Please?" I plead and he sighs before walking over to me. He bends down and I shuffle onto his back.

"I hate you..." He mutters, standing up.

I rest my head sleepily against his shoulder. "Mhm, I love you too."

He then continues to walk around with me lazily just attached to his back.

Which is actually mostly what our relationship is.

And the fact that he y'know, made me human again, but that's unimportant. 

I would also like to clear up that fucking it wasn't "true loves kiss" that's bullshit. And cringy if you ask me. Which you did. Actually, we... don't know what it was. But this is not Disney, which I did end up binge watching in one day. 

I believe that Dan the pigeon finally worked his magic like he told me eight century's ago.

Alex thinks that it was the fact that he was literally the first person ever to invest time in me and care, (and maybe we both kinda maybe fell in love with each other) but I strongly uphold my Dan theory.

Alex continues doing what ever he's doing. 

"I need to thank Dan one day." I mumble, mostly to myself.

"John," Alex sighs, "John it's been eight hundred years. He's probably dead."

"What?!" I screech and gently hit him on the head, gesturing wilding, smiling slightly, "How dare you speak such untruths!" 

"Alright Mister Eighteenth Century."

"Excuse you, you didn't live through hundreds of eras'. When I was alive everyone spoke like that and no one batted an eye. Well, actually we spoke Latin..." 

"Alight, alright, don't get started on that you sound like a grandma." He mumbles, swiftly turning his head and pressing his lips to mine.

I smile and feel my cheeks heating up.

I stay on his back for a while, occasionally staring at my magic rectangle, or, ughhh, "phone".

Alex was surprised at how quickly I caught on to everything. Excuse you how many trends do you think I lived through?

It's all over the news about the mysterious disappearance of my statue, or uh me. Like, no one saw us so we have no idea what to do. Of course there are some stories that got it close to the truth, but most of them are bull shit.

Also, it's weird having pictures of me everywhere. Like also I was super ugly them, I looked stupid. Really scared. 

Ok I suppose I had a reason. 

I'm halfway between loving it and hating it.

I haven't been outside much in case someone recognises me, though it's hardly unlikely.

After a while, he says "John. Johhhhnnnn. I need to go out now," 

I groan. I hate being alone. "No you don't."

"Yes, I unfortunately do," He whispers, unhooking my hands from around him and letting me slid back onto the bed. I land with a thump and cross my arms. 

"Look, we'll get it figured out somehow, ok? I might try and introduce you to my friends maybe, but I need to talk a bit to them first. Also you need to get out of the house more." 

"I don't!" I shout, avoiding the topic.

"I'll be back soon," He whispers, bending down and pressing his lips to my cheek.

As he pulls away I grab his shirt collar and pull him into a kiss, although short.

He smiles at me before walking out. 

I hunch over and flop on my side, hugging my knees. True, it was light, but I still hated being home alone, it brought me back, unfortunately. 

I try not to think of the night, but sometimes I can't help it. Can't believe I thought I'd make it out. I was so naïve. So happy.

It was dark, and quiet. Even my footsteps made me wince. The floor boards creaked and something was dripping. I don't know what I had to do, I could hardly see that far in front of my face even. But I made it at least thirty steps into the front room. And I did the stupid thing.

Instead of running straight out, I relaxed. I laughed a bit. Then I heard it. I felt like I was going to be sick, my heart was in my throat. There was a crash of something and I turned, and

and...

and.

Fun fact I also never found out what that crash was.

It was so terrifying, one of the scariest things I've ever seen, but at the same time, I didn't see it. 

I wept for days, if that makes sense. I hated being in there. But the days turned into blurs, and I saw the house fall down around me.

Which was almost  therapeutic.

But I never knew where it went. if it's still alive even.

I hugged my knees tighter and waited for Alex to get back.

ok enjoy this while i go sleep mkay ty xxx