John's mind is a biiit preoccupied with other complicated thoughts and feelings, but he can definitely pick up on her excitement. And it doesn't take a genius to figure out what she's excited about. "Tomorrow's going to be great, isn't it," he says, grin spreading from ear to ear as he thinks about it more. (Fuck, it's going to be really great.) 

"I sure hope so!!"

"I hope so too!" Man, it really, really is. He just needs to make sure not to fuck up again. 

Happy excited Rosy skating along beside him! If only they were not encumbered by various wheels, so she could kiss him on the cheek.

There are many barriers to them kissing at the moment, yes alas. And soon they will be getting to the part where they must part ways, which is extra alas. (But soon they'll be back together tomorrow, and that won't be alas at all.) 

Right. Edge of the woods. It is time to Kiss Boy.

He'd nearly forgotten, to be honest. But when she slows, he slows, and he can see the look on her face. He hops off the bike and grins at her with anticipation. 

Boy: kissed!!!

Boy: grinning!! And also kissing back. Kissing Rosy is very good. (And helps melt some of the tension away, also wow he still has some of that. Though that's pretty reasonable, under the circumstances (what was he thinking?)) He pulls away from the kiss, doing his best to shove down the unsettled feelings (hoping she's not going to do the thing again he'd rather end on a positive note), and smiles at her. 

She smiles back. And kisses him on the nose.

"See you tomorrow, my love!"

(The feelings of it not being right that the love only goes one way (right?) are back, but there's not much he can do about them now but smile and be glad of the love even if it feels complicated.) 

"See you tomorrow, um, Rosy!" Fuck, what was he supposed to say? "I'm glad" doesn't work here. Well, it's probably fine, right? Yeah, she doesn't seem sad at all about it. (Still smiling as per usual.) He waves and hops on his bike and waves again and rides off, to his home and trying-to-convince-his-mother and dwelling-on-his-mistakes. (Much less fun things to think about. Maybe he should try thinking about the fun things that tomorrow holds instead? Well, he should still try to figure out how to convince his mother first. Then fun later.) 

Rosy likewise goes home.

The next morning at around 8, she sends him a picture of a dusty closet somewhere in the old house, with a great big mattress leaning up against a wall.

Oh good, a mattress! (Also, seriously, how early is she waking up?)

Sweet! And my mom has been, well, convinced to allow me to sleepover tonight on it, too! (Dad helped. A lot.) I do have a bunch of chores that I need to make sure gets done though. And homework. But I should be able to sleep over tonight!

He's not about to go into detail about all the things that happened last night, or the fact that Mom seems... very short with him so far this morning. She's clearly not happy about it and normally he might change his mind (he's still considering it a little bit) but there are things going on that mom doesn't know about (not that he wants her to know about them!!) that are more... important than this. He's pretty sure. (She's clearly not happy about this though, and it is kinda selfish of him here. Technically this is just for fun, in a sense? (Or well, is it? Rosy is more important than that but like, it's still just a thing to enjoy and not something important.) Maybe he should... no. No, he's doing this. He is. No matter how his mother is acting about it.) 

Oh good! I'm so glad!!

See you this afternoon, my love! 💖💖💖

He still doesn't have a good response to "my love" but 

See you this afternoon!

should suffice. 

And now, to work. (So much work. Damnit.) 

He's a little bit sad when she doesn't respond again, but they both have things to do. And so he gets to work. 

A number of hours later (around 3:30 or so), after so much essay writing and dishes and cleaning his room (ugh) he messages her. 

I'm all done over here, how are things on your end? I can head over now if that works for you! Looking forward to it!

He is, in fact, very, very excited. 

Absolutely! Do you want to be met at the edge of the woods or at my front door?

Whatever works better for you, I'm good with either! 

He probably prefers meeting her at the edge of the woods, since it'll get him to see her sooner (and he likes seeing her!). But especially after yesterday, he wants to be sure he's taking her preferences and things into account and not making extra work for her like with the chair. 

How about the edge of the woods, then? The better to hug you as soon as possible.

Oh, good. 

Works for me! See you shortly. 

She's waiting for him at the edge of the woods. Bouncing.

She's adorable. She's adorable, and John might have gotten himself a little bit (okay, more than a little bit) worked up thinking about the things that are going to be happening tonight. He dismounts his bike when he sees her, pulls her close, and kisses her. Passionately. (Doing his best not to rub up against her, yet. He doesn't want the thing that happened that one time to happen again. Kissing her feels really good, though.) 

Bouncy Rosy quickly becomes Melty Rosy.

He kisses her, hungrily, lost in the passion of it for several moments. Fuck she loves this. She loves this and him and wants him. And soon (soon!) she's going to be his (his!!). 

He kisses her for a while longer before catching ahold of himself and letting her go, slowly. "Alright, where to first?" he asks. "House? Or um, the mansion?" 

She puts her hand on his elbow to steady herself, smiling just a little dizzily. (Listen, it was a very good kiss.)

"We can go straight to the old house if you want! I'm kinda looking forward to waking it up."