LOVERS
off campus one shot:
john logan x sidney watkins (oc)
where they get caught…
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“Trinity will only be gone for another thirty minutes, or an hour tops. Don’t you have training to get to?”
“I do, but uh, just imagine this is my warm-up," John chuckled, lying between her pillows and steadying her on his lap.
“Shut up,” Sidney laughed.
They were tucked away in her room, embraced by the sweet sounds of SZA. All John sported was his long-sleeved thermal and matching pants, whilst she was comfortably in her jogging bottoms and a skin-tight vest.
The view for John was captivating to say the least.
His hands trailed up her thighs before she playfully patted his chest, “No sex.”
He shrugged, still smiling, “I have no complaints.”
“All types of sex.”
She smirked when his expression faltered.
“…wait what?”
“Just kissing, I don’t need you to overexert yourself before practice. Garrett will be on your ass —“
“I’ll rather be on yours… Oh, wow, that sounded better in my head.”
“I bet it did, Casanova.” She snorted, leaning down to prop herself up on his chest, looking into over flushed face. “Just go easy, okay? I’ve been getting headaches.”
John's brows pinched together as his voice softened, “You have? I thought it was just that random one last week.”
“And every day after that." She mumbled, gaze lowering onto the thin chain he wore, before she started playing with it, trying to avoid his worried eyes. "I think it’s the coffee mixed with the energy drinks and my medication.”
He absentmindedly stroked her sides, “But stopping the pill could worsen your endometriosis, right?”
He remembered when he had to rush her to the emergency room; he had never felt more anxious in his life. Sure, he had cared for his alcoholic mother and helped her manage their family garage, all whilst maintaining his scholarship. That was stress and dread rolled into one, but seeing his love tremble, cry, and even throw up from pain, rendered him more useless than he ever thought he could be.
He knew that even with her diagnosis, it may change, and the combined pill could stop being the remedy, but now, all he could do was silently monitor symptoms and hope that she would never be in agony again.
“Exactly,” Sidney hummed, before he gently grabbed her hands, stopping her fidgeting and gaining her attention.
“So you lay off the coffee, Sid. I’m serious.”
She sighed, sitting up, “But —“
He didn't leave room for argument when he rose onto his hands, staring at her deeply when she began to pout.
“No, you need to stop with these late nights, and I know that’s saying a lot coming from me, but I don’t want you burning yourself out.”
Her face scrunched up in frustration, “But how will we keep this up? Between your schedule and mine? We’re running ourselves thin.”
“Then we stop.”
His response made her tense.
“What? Us?”
John panicked, instantly shaking his head at the shock on her face.
“No, God no. Like, not at all. Fucking hell. I meant we stop sneaking around.”
Some of the tension in Sidney's shoulders eased as she sighed in relief.
“So, we go public?” She realised as he rapidly nodded, though cautious of her answer.
“…yes?”
She squinted, “You asking or telling me?”
John straightened up and gently grabbed her hands again, “Look, Sid, I don’t want to keep you a secret. I don’t wanna keep us a secret. It’s killing me. I want to show you off." There was a desperate edge to his tone. "I want people to know we’re together. And for the love of God, I despise the fact that people think you’re single, that they talk about you, when you’re helping with check-ups or just watching practices or games. It makes me sick.”
A smile tugged on her lips.
She interlinked their fingers, then quirked a brow, “It makes you sick?”
“Bedridden.”
“Damn that bad?”
He hummed, seemingly upset at the thought, “That bad.”
“Wow, so in medical terms, secrecy is affecting our physical and mental health. And it’ll only worsen if we carry on the way we have.”
“Stop… you know it turns me on when you get all sports therapist on me.”
“Shut up,” She quietly laughed.
He did too, before his determination returned, “I’m serious, no more sneaking around.”
She pondered for a moment, mainly to make him sweat as well as to weigh out the options.
“Okay. But we’re gonna need to brace ourselves, your teammates, friends, your coach, who likes me now, but what if you have a bad performance.”
“Nice vote of confidence, beautiful,” he said sardonically.
“I said if. And there’s Trinity —“
Suddenly, her door swung open and promptly, Sidney hopped off John's lap and shoved him to the floor.
Thud!
"Shit," John muttered, then awkwardly waved at the woman in question.
Sidney huffed, “Shit, Trin, don’t you knock?”
Trinity scanned the room, then pointed between them, “This still going on?”
She wasn't even being mean; she was genuinely shocked.
“Hello to you, too, Trinity.” John adjusted his impromptu seat on the floor.
“John.” Trinity flashed him a smile, then continued to look between them, “I bought our usual… You staying ice-man?”
“He has practice soon," Sidney spoke up.
John countered, “I can stay for a little longer.”
"Really?" Sidney turned to him in surprise.
They had been keeping to themselves, always ready to evade an area, fearful of being caught in it, whether it was in a restaurant or a dormitory.
"Really," John nodded, grinning like an idiot.
“I would love that." Sidney giggled, "But as soon as it hits four, you’re leaving.”
“Whatever my lady says,” He took her extended hand and got off the floor.
"He's so corny, oh my God," Trinity muttered when she left the room.
"Girl, shut up, leave my man alone!" She rolled her eyes, then noted the joy on his face, "Come on, baby."
"Alright."
He would let her take him anywhere as long as she remained by his side.
a/n:
alyah chanelle scott as trinity chase
thoughts???
oh, and I may be going through my own endo journey so I decided to add that to the character.
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