Dare I Say It?

*Romany's POV*
*05:20 am*
*Monday*

My phone's alarm starts screeching like a bat flying out of hell. My eyes fly open with my heart beating in my throat. I really need to change my alarm tone. I thought. Stretching, I tumble out of bed and clumsily pad towards my bathroom. I turn the shower on as high as it can go with only the cold water running. I step into the shower and yelp. It's really cold. I swear, in this country people could freeze their nipples off. I quickly wash my hair with apple shampoo and conditioner and my body with vanilla body scrub. I turn the tap off, get out and fold myself in a nearby towel. I walk over to my closet and start looking for some sweats and long sleeved top for me to jog in. I get dressed, put my trainers on and throw my hair into a messy ponytail. Feeling satisfied with my appearance I walk towards m door grabbing my iPod on the way out.

dear mom and dad

If you happen to wake up before I'm back, I don't want you to worry, I just went jogging.

I love you!!
-Ro

I plug my earphones in and press play. I start with a slow pace, running to the rhythm of the music. This place is so pretty this time of the morning, I think. Lost in my thoughts I cross over into another neighbourhood. I am flat out running right now. I look at my moving feet. Go Ro! GO! I cheer myself on. Suddenly I run into something solid and the next thing I know, I'm falling. I close my eyes at the moment of impact as my head hits the sidewalk. When I finally open my eyes they're met by two worried brown ones. I pull my earphones out.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"Yeah, I think so," I say while sitting up. "Apart from this big ass headache, I'm fine." I grin. He holds his hand out to me. I willingly take it and shake it.

"Jack O'Neill." He says grinning.

"Romany Miller." I offer.

"Ooh!" He squeals. Alright, I've never heard a guy squealing. "You've got SUCH a pretty name!"

"Er.. Thanks." I say unsure.

A guy runs past us. "Oh sweet mother isn't he just GORGEOUS?!" Jack whispers with a slight pink tint to his cheeks.

Then I get the squealing. Jack is so gay. I giggle.

"Yeah he so is!" I agree.

"So seeing as we have similar taste in men," he winks. "How's about I buy you a froyo as an apology for running in to you while you tell me all about that strange accent of yours?" he asks.

"A frozen yoghurt at 6 am? You're joking!!" I say as he links his arm with mine.

Turns out Jack was in fact as serious as an alpacca in mating season. The froyo was beyond everything I've ever tasted. It tastes like fairies moon walking on my tongue.

"Good huh?" he asks.

"Mmm..." Is all I can manage.

Turns out Jack is one of those easy to talk to kind of people and we ended up talking for hours about everything!

Not a bad start to such a horrifyingly cold day.

Notes

A very short update, but still an update nonetheless. I had to force myself to write this, so sorry if it wasn't very good. I love your sexy faces! Nicola Muller* Xoxo