Loud beats caught John's attention as his eye caught a person on his right. A smile came his way as they also noticed him. His lips moved but the music was too loud and her head was turned again. Clearly, she was off to work out as she wore tight shorts and a pair of trainers with a loose top covering her body. Black and green were all that was seen. It was obvious that she had hoped not to see anyone as all contact from Aletheia was avoided.

Aletheia walked through the cold air around would soon soak into her body. The dark sky and lack of sober pedestrians meant that she would go about with no serious judgement. Her pace picked up at the front door as she left the complex and just as Aletheia had hoped, not a sober soul could be seen or heard.

The steps grew to be louder and music was turned up. The beat was there as the remix had been made for that type of activity in mind. Block after block was passed until she felt a stitch grow. Clearly, the warmup that had been done before didn't help and so she stopped in the closest park. Push-ups and also sit-ups were done. Not once did she stop as a gentle jog kept her going.

Heavy breaths and red cheeks could be seen but the dark covered it up quickly. The time hitting half eleven at night. Friday was not a good day to go jogging for drunks to be in the way of the path but the night grew to be a long one as Aletheia got back to her flat. When she got to her floor arm stretches and a slower pace brought her to the door.

"Hey, Aletheia." The music kept her distracted as John spoke but got no response. The door to her flat had been opened and then it was audibly locked. More stretches and a warm or boiling hot shower was had. Just to keep her from cramping or damaging anything past her pain threshold. When the water had been turned off she got out and wrapped a towel around her body as she began to dry.

When she got out and the clock hit midnight a sigh came and pyjamas were put on. It was Saturday and so she had no work which meant that there wasn't a single alarm to wake up to. As the night got heavy the bed was used for her sleep.

Suddenly, her eyes sprang open, she wasn't sure why until she heard a loud sound, the same as her alarm while the screen of her phone flicked on. Confused and completely convinced that the weekend had been slept through an angry sigh left until the bright picture was seen. John.

"Hey. Can you let me in?" Aletheia stood and without a word, she shone her phone around her and walked to the door. Allowing him to enter. She walked and got back into bed. John wouldn't have called for no reason, but she was far too tired to care.

"We need to talk," John spoke with a little bit of humour in his deep voice. The blonde dyed hair was pulled into a half-man bun as the rest was too short to be pulled back.

"I have had, yep it's half two, two and a half hours of sleep. We can talk when I am more awake. Now, you can either go back, sleep in my living room or get into my bed. I do have a fold-out bed in my study but I need to get bedding for it." She didn't have to say it again as John climbed in and they cuddled tight. John being the big spoon.

"I fucked Smii7y just like this last night," John suddenly mumbled and Aletheia shook her body slightly while John laughed aloud.

"Stop." Clearly, Aletheia had been laughing but it was tears and sadness that had made her body shake. A hand moved and wiped the tears from her face. She thanked him for it and then they fell asleep.

When Aletheia woke up her pillow was as wet as imaginable and her eyes ached. It was almost certain that tears had been shed or she was leaking from an orifice that was not supposed to be leaking.

"Hey," John welcomed as Aletheia stood and walked from the bedroom. Wearing the same as the night before. Shorts and a tight top. Not an ideal thing to wear in public but it was only John.

"I have a question. How are you 21 and an actual lawyer? I mean, college and all of the education shit." John asked as he sat on her sofa eating cereal. To which Aletheia sat and took the spoon from his hand and she started feeding herself. After she had finally thought on her response and the truth was decided.

"I got into a British university. Oxford, and that is a posh school filled with twats. Still, I went and studied. Now from year seven or the age of 11, I had wanted to be a doctor to help people and I was studying medicine. I am a summer baby so I was just 18. Then it came out. My grandparents were sick and Lils wasn't allowed to care for them, she was too precious and she had a future to care for but I didn't. I mean, I agreed she shouldn't but only because she was like 13. Anyway, mum and dad said that their baby needed them, they used the excuse of not being able to leave Lilly. So I had to step in. When I had put in for the move to a new university I was basically told that I wasn't ever going to be welcomed back. As soon as I had reached the point of no return and trust me I cried like a baby because the only course that fit around my schedule was law so I would study in the countryside for their sake. Anyway, they died almost as soon as I finalised my university choices. I loved them more than even Lilly and she knew that. It hurt to lose them and I got in a bit of a rut. I decided that I had to get my head clear so I looked to study law abroad. Because of my education, I spent my first year basically getting a degree and then I became a lawyer. It isn't convenient and I had to skip the third year to get this far but it was worth it." John licked his teeth and let a smacking sound escape as he smacked his own leg. "You might be missed by now," Aletheia had commented and John agreed but seemed to be reluctant to go. He finally got his lazy ass up and left. It didn't take long before a text came through.

Do you want to do something?

No. Piss off.

Why not?

You know why.

Because you don't love me?

Nail+head=that statement right there.

Bitch.

Lasagna.

Eat my ass.

You tried to eat mine last night.

You were crying all night. Even in your sleep. Tell me why.

You weren't as good as I thought. I mean, I have slept with some small dicks but dude.

Who was the smallest?

Charles. I accidentally insulted him. It turns out he was done. I didn't realise he had started yet.

That's awful.

That's honestly the worst experience ever.

You have a cute butt. I mean, you have been described as thicc before and also as a whole snack.

Speak to you later.