imagine dating johnny...
✿ you'd definitely be someone he picked up in hopes of turning you into dinner if you catch my drift
✿ but i think you'd intrigue him so much that he just couldn't kill you
✿ he probably wouldn't bring you around his family
✿ probably lowkey stalks you before and after you start dating
✿ he definitely just takes you out to bars and calls that a date
✿ don't think he'd do anything really romantic like taking you out to dinner
✿ if he did, he'd probably make you pay
✿ he would give you gifts that he stole from his victims, like jewellery and clothes
✿ extremely possessive, duh
✿ any man that looks in your direction will be found dead in his own home
✿ once the two of you became more serious, he'd introduce you to his family
✿ carefully, of course, he didn't want to scare you away
✿ you'd probably meet cook first, as he's the most relatively normal one
✿ you'd meet him when you went to visit johnny at work at the gas station
✿ johnny would get more comfortable and invite you around to his house and the family house
✿ he knew if you got too freaked out and wanted to leave him, he'd always have the upper hand, no matter how hard it would be to kill you it was family first
✿ if you reacted well to meeting his family, let's just say you'd better plan to stick around forever
✿ i imagine bubba would love you the most out of all of the sawyers, if you're kind to him he'd melt like an ice cream
✿ hitchhiker and sissy would probably like you, too, although you found them a little eccentric
✿ cook would like you if you helped around the house
✿ now, nancy would probably be conflicted about you. she wouldn't like that you distract her johnny from his work and his family, but she wouldn't do anything against you because she could tell how happy you made johnny
✿ just don't stay alone with her too long
✿ johnny would bring you to his shack, but you'd have to clean up after him
✿ how on earth does he live with all of those beer bottles on the floor???
✿ i'm sure you'd have to tell him that you love him first as he isn't one to share his feelings
✿ and he probably wouldn't even say it back that first time
✿ he's not the type of guy for marriage, and he doesn't have the money for it anyway
✿ if you really wanted it, he'd steal you a ring and just call you his wife
✿ overall, he's toxic, but he does love you. he's just a product of his environment, and if he'd grown up with any other family he'd be the best boyfriend ever
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Grief
A short story about death and the feeling of helplessness that comes along with it, but from the POV of a borrower.
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“Tea?” Geoff offered, knowing the answer already.
“I’m okay, thanks,” Rowan said for the thousandth time since she met him. She settled down on the mantle in her usual spot and swung her legs over the edge. She then pulled her needles and thread out of her bag and continued on the blanket she’d been knitting for the past week or so. The passage of time didn’t really take up much space in the borrower’s mind. Each day was the same. Each day she hoped for one more day. That was until she met Geoff.
Geoff was old. Rowan wasn’t sure how old exactly, but his hair was very gray, bordering on white, and deep set wrinkles lined his face. He moved slowly and his hands shook and his voice croaked every time he spoke. She hoped she would get to be that old.
Rowan always took care of herself, but Geoff’s knowledge of her existence combined with his patience and kindness made taking care of herself a lot easier. He offered her food, water, tea - always with the tea. Whatever she needed, he insisted that it was no problem to retrieve it. And it wasn’t like she’d make a dent in anything.
But Rowan saw the way he struggled to get out of his chair. She saw the pained, scrunched up look in his face whenever he had to reach for something. She was capable of retrieving her own food, and she didn’t want to make him go through that just for her. And now, she didn’t even have to sneak around!
The two often enjoyed each other's company in silence - Geoff in his chair and Rowan on the mantle. He would watch TV or read the paper or do his crossword puzzles. She would knit or write or organize or simply just sit and watch. Geoff didn’t seem to mind.
There wasn’t much to talk about, anyway. Neither of them went anywhere or did anything new. Geoff could tell her about bingo, he guessed, but she was probably far from interested. Rowan could tell him about the mouse she killed, she guessed, but he was probably far from interested. And so, they sat in silence most of the time. Except when he offered her tea and she declined.
Although, maybe she would try tea today. It was the same old, same old, day in and day out. Rowan liked the stability of a routine, but sometimes the routine got a little boring. Maybe tea was a good way to break it.
She took a break from staring at the pink fabric in her hands to ask. The question was on the tip of her tongue when she realized Geoff looked different than normal. He was sweating pretty hard and his eyes were unfocused. She learned that older people acted or looked weird from time to time and often fell asleep without notice (that had been scary the first time), but this was different. Bad different.
“Geoff?” she tried.
He didn’t seem to hear her. He clutched at his chest as his breathing became strained.
“Geoff?!” she tried again, much more urgently.
He still didn’t respond.
Rowan abandoned her project and whipped out her hook. It was a flimsy paper clip attached to a piece of thread, but it did the job. She lodged it into the mantle and leapt over the edge. It was more of a controlled free fall than a climb, but she had to get to him to see if he was okay.
She sprinted over to the base of his chair, keeping an eye on his slippered feet, especially since he wasn’t at full attention. In less than a minute, she was on the thick, plush arm of the chair, looking up at his face. His eyes were closed and his arms were now limp, meaning he was no longer conscious.
Rowan kicked an arm. It didn’t budge. She shoved at it as hard as she could, and still it didn’t budge. She called his name repeatedly, and nothing happened.
Something was really, really wrong, and Rowan had absolutely no idea what to do.
Looking around for anything, her eyes fell on the phone sitting innocently in its receiver. She could call someone! She could call someone and they could get help!
Rowan thoughtlessly and recklessly leaped across the large gap between the chair and the side table. She landed with a loud ‘oof’ and slid on the newspaper, but kept herself going. She didn’t slow down as she approached the phone, and she threw her whole body at it, tackling it off the receiver.
A loud monotone note rang out from its speaker. What now? Who to call?
Rowan glanced back at Geoff, still motionless in his seat. She had to move fast. Think !
911! That was the Bean emergency number! She’d heard it enough through the TV and probably from Geoff or one of the people he had over once every blue moon. It didn’t matter.
Rowan shoved on the buttons and hit send. It rang once before someone picked up.
“ 911, what’s your emergency ?”
Rowan was tongue tied. This was a real, live Bean on the phone. She couldn’t talk to another Bean! It had taken her forever to work up the courage to talk to Geoff! But one more look back at the man told her she had to, or he might be in some real trouble.
For Geoff.
“ Hello ?”
“Hello, yes, hi. Um…My…my…Geoff. He’s not…he’s not…he looked really bad and then he passed out and I think he needs help!”
“ Is he breathing ?”
“I can’t tell.”
“ What is your address ?”
“I…I don’t know!” Rowan was frustrated with herself for knowing so little. An address seemed irrelevant, since she actively did not want people to know where she lived. And she was unable to provide any useful information about Geoff’s condition because she couldn’t get that close to him while on the phone. It would take too long.
After a grueling, frantic conversation, the operator assured Rowan that help was on the way.
Rowan let the other person hang up. She paced around on the table, biting her nails and keeping her eyes trained on Geoff. He still hadn’t moved, and she really couldn’t tell if he was breathing.
Minutes passed, and Rowan found herself stroking his hand. The skin was wrinkly, tough, and covered in age spots. She never touched a Bean before. Geoff never touched her and she never touched him, and she liked to keep it that way. But touching his hand, holding his finger - it kept her grounded in reality. It kept her thoughts from drifting too far off into worry-land in the torturous minutes it took the medical Beans to arrive.
And then they did, and Rowan couldn’t stay in the vicinity any longer. The sound of sirens caught her attention, so she placed a quick kiss on Geoff’s hand and rappelled down her hook to hide underneath the lower shelf of the table.
A bunch of men burst in through the thick front door. The ground quaked with each of their booming footsteps. They all said fast, loud words she didn’t really understand, there was a lot of commotion, and then the door slammed again and the house went silent.
Rowan let out a long breath. Anxiety still coursed through her body, and she realized the worst part still wasn’t over. The worst part would be waiting.
She had no idea what was wrong with him or how serious it was, and she had no way to find out either. She would just have to wait.
And wait, she did. For days. Each day, Rowan perched herself on the mantle and stared at the full cup of tea sitting on the table. It still had the tea bag in it, but it was long since cold. She told herself that the medical Beans were just busy, or they were working really hard, or Geoff just needed to rest in the hospital for a while so they could quadruple check that he was alright. Each day Rowan told herself a new thing.
Her unfinished blanket sat with the needles in it by her bed for a long time. Every time she went to pick the project up, her hands simply wouldn't move.
Rowan meticulously kept track of the days. It was a struggle to remember at first, but she needed to know how long he’d been gone. Why? She wasn’t sure. It wasn’t like she knew what a reasonable amount of time was, and even if she did, she couldn’t do anything about it. She couldn’t even open the front door. Rowan felt unbelievably helpless. Undeniably small.
If only he warned her! If only she moved a little faster! If only, if only, if only, if only.
A week later, Rowan laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She barely ate anything since the incident, and her stomach growled at her miserably, but she just couldn’t find the strength.
Until the unmistakable sound of an opening door echoed in her ears.
Throwing caution to the wind, Rowan sprinted to the mantle. She burst through the small crack in the wall and pushed all the way to the edge, ready to see Geoff with her own eyes.
It wasn’t the sheer drop off the cliff to the floor below that caused her to falter. It was the unknown Bean that was in Geoff’s house. Without Geoff.
Rowan’s arms pinwheeled as she backed up and hid behind a picture frame. She shouldn’t have been so quick, so careless. That Bean could have spotted her! But she wouldn’t go back to the walls just yet. She had to know what this Bean was doing. She gave herself ten seconds to calm her beating heart, and then she’d peek back around to see what was going on.
The person looked incredibly familiar, that was for certain, but Rowan couldn’t place why. She didn’t even know any other Beans. It was a young woman, maybe in her early thirties. She had close cut, mousy brown hair and a sharp jawline. She wore a beige sweater and nice pants. This told Rowan nothing.
The woman had a distant look on her face. She stood in the middle of the living room doing absolutely nothing, which was odd. Beans were always doing something . And then the woman started to sob.
Uh oh.
Rowan didn’t know what to do. Was she supposed to do anything? Was this lady even supposed to be in Geoff’s house? And then it dawned on her. This was Daisy. And if Daisy was crying, that meant…
Rowan’s heart sank, but before she could even process it, the Bean’s eyes landed directly on her.
Rowan froze.
The shock in Daisy’s eyes was unmistakable. It was the same shock Geoff had in his eyes when he first found her. And just as with Geoff, the shock faded almost instantly and gave way to something else. For Geoff, it had been amusement. For Daisy, it was embarrassment. She sniffled and wiped at her eyes, clearly self-conscious about crying in front of someone else, but she didn’t make a move toward the mantle.
Rowan swallowed thickly as the silence stretched between them. Daisy’s mouth hung open, unsure what to say. There was a tiny person on the mantle. In her dad’s house. And they were staring right back at her.
“Are you…,” her voice cracked. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Are you the mystery caller?”
Rowan nodded with wide eyes. Then, realizing there was no way Daisy could see that, she squeaked out, “Yes.”
Daisy shook her head in disbelief. This had been a really shitty day, and now it was weird, too. She looked down at the phone knocked off its receiver. There would have been no one to put it back after her dad was rushed off to the hospital.
Slowly, Daisy approached the small person. “It’s alright. You can come out.”
But instead of coming out, Rowan backed further behind the picture.
“No! Thank you, I…If you hadn’t called, he would have…” Daisy had to stop talking or she’d start crying again. She squeezed her eyes shut to keep her emotions at bay. She took two deep breaths. “Thank you…I’m Daisy, what’s-”
“I know,” Rowan interrupted from behind the frame. Her back pressed into it so hard she thought she’d send it over the edge. She wanted Daisy to finish her first sentence. If Rowan hadn’t called, then Geoff would have what ? She slowly turned back around and jumped when Daisy was a couple feet closer than before. Not quite within grabbing distance, but she would be soon.
“Hey, hey, hey, hey. Calm down. It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. How did you…How did you know my dad?”
Rowan studied Daisy’s face. Her soft brown eyes begged for Rowan’s trust. They were sad. They were looking for comfort. The same way Geoff’s did so long ago. She took a shaky breath and revealed more of herself.
“I live here,” she said quietly.
Daisy seemed taken aback by this. She honestly didn’t know what she expected. “Oh. Oh, um, okay.” She blinked a couple times as if that would help clear things up.
“Is he okay?” Rowan asked shyly. That was honestly all that mattered. If the Bean was really out to get her, she’d deal with it later.
Daisy squeezed her eyes shut again. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “No, he’s…he’s gone. He passed away.”
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