The bright rays of the sun filtered in through the slight cracks between the slats of the blinds that covered the only two windows in her bedroom, instantly making her head ache with the knowledge that it was time to get off her lazy ass and do something. She didn’t move, however, and continued to lay in the comfort of the soft sheets she was entangled in. Jonnie nuzzled her face into her pillow, groaning as she rolled over and flattened her stomach against the mattress while her hands found the edges of the white cushion and enveloped her head with it. She really didn’t want to get up.
She had been up into the early hours of the morning cleaning the mess that she, Callie, and a few of their friends had made the night before. Then, she had done a little extra—and much needed—house cleaning before she decided to do a bunch of laundry and finally take a shower. She had crawled into her bed after that with every intention to go to sleep but instead had ended up turning the TV on. There had been some old show on where the man had bought his girlfriend or wife or something plane tickets to some exotic island. Lying in bed, staring at the screen, it had planted an idea in her half-sober mind. What she made as a bartender definitely wasn’t going to allow for tickets to any exotic islands or any place really special, but she had enough for a trip longer and more interesting than just a drive to Los Angeles to grab her things from her crazy ex-girlfriend. That said, she had gotten out of bed and went back into her living room, plopped down on the couch and pulled her laptop into her lap. After at least two hours of searching and planning, she had devised a trip for the two of them. She printed out everything necessary and since it was well after seven in the morning by that time, she had made a few phone calls and ran a quick errand. But as soon as she had gotten back home, she crashed.
Now, lifting her face from its comfortable home, her digital clock angrily displayed to her that it was almost 3:15 in the afternoon.
”Shit!” she exclaimed out loud, shoving her hands against the bed and scrambling to get to her feet. The sheets were wrapped around her body so tight and awkwardly that when she tried to stand she fell and tumbled straight out of bed, still encased in her cloth prison with her legs up on the mattress and the rest of her body on the hard floor. Jonnie groaned aloud, fighting and rolling until she had freed herself and then stood up and brushed the non-existent dust from her clothes. She mumbled incoherently as she made her way to the bathroom and shook her hands in her hair, tangling it up. The blonde stared into the mirror, eyeing the woman staring back at her as if the reflection was the sole reason for any trouble she had ever had in her life. She made a face, reaching for her hairbrush and sliding it through her hair until it laid perfectly straight down her back. Her finger twirled her purple streak around it until it tugged at her roots, then she finally threw her blonde locks up into a tight ponytail, leaving only her bangs and the colored streak out of the death grip of the elastic.
She had about fifteen minutes before Callie, who had finally decided to go to school instead of skipping like she had been doing, would be coming home from school and right through that door. In other words, she really needed to get her shit together. Thank God she had stayed up to clean the house; otherwise there would have been hell for her to pay. It was the only problem with having parties at her house…the fucking aftermath. But it was all cool, the only thing she had forgotten to do was put the couch back where it normally was after some asshole she had stupidly invited had dropped a bottle of some alcoholic beverage behind it and she had had to get behind it to clean the mess. It was an easy fix, as soon as she got to the living room she moved it back into place and sat down. Jonnie leaned forward and pressed her elbows against her knees and pressed the heels of her hands together so that she could rest her chin where they met. Her hands cupped her cheeks, her fingers massaging the skin just below her temples. Her emerald eyes danced over the brown paper package lying conspicuously on the polished wooden surface of her coffee table. Her fingernails lightly scratched over the skin she had previously been rubbing, teeth gnawing at her bottom lip nervously.
She knew for a fact that it wasn’t what Calliope was accustomed to, but it was the thought that counted, right? A small smile slowly spread over her lips. It didn’t matter if it was extravagant or not, the point was that they were going away together to be alone. No Cory, no April, no Lindsay, no Mrs. McAllister, no one that could possibly interrupt in any possible way. Jonnie didn’t have a problem with any of them—except for maybe Callie’s mother—in fact she got along with them extremely well, but it still didn’t mean that she wished they’d go away sometimes. Jonnie leaned back into the cushions of her couch, crossing her arms over her abdomen loosely. Her fingers stroked her sides and she tilted her head back to stare at the ceiling, then at the clock, then at the ceiling. How was she going to tell her about the trip? Take her out somewhere? Make out with her? Blurt it out as soon as she walked in? It was a tough decision, but after a few moments of rolling the idea over and over in mind, she had a pretty good idea of what she was going to do.
