When Trouble Meets Trouble

[ C h a p t e r - T w e n t y - N i n e ]

I decided to speak up and quench my burning curiosity. “Jonah?”

“Hm?” he asked, turning his attention to me.

“Why are we still doing this?” I asked him and he looked confused. I raised our entwined hands. “This?”

“I was wondering when you’d ask. Why didn’t you ask sooner?” he asked me, turning to face me fully.

I looked down sheepishly; now’s as good a time as any. Man up and tell him that you like him. Okay, Mere. “I was worried you’d stop.”

Jonah was quiet before he replied. “I wouldn’t have.”

I lay down on the blanket beside him, watching the sky change colors. I’d be officially seventeen at 8:22 PM and it’s 8 o’clock. Although, technically as of 12:00 AM on February 17th, I’m 17, I was born at 8:22 PM. I let out a satisfied sigh as Jonah put our entwined hands on his chest. His soft breathing calmed me down. The silence was beautiful, the whole night was beautiful. Nothing could ruin it.

“Did you realize that if we were to get married, your initials would be STD?” Jonah asked me.

I stifled a laugh as I nodded my head. “I did realize that.”

“Are you admitting to thinking about marrying me?” Jonah inquired and I shrugged.

“I guess I am,” I replied, leaving out the part about repeating my first and middle name with his last name: Savannah Taylor Davis. "But I promise I'm not creepy," I told him, earning a laugh in response. 

At 8:18 PM, I sighed loudly. Jonah turned his attention to me. “Savannah, can I ask you something?”

I shrugged. “Sure.”

“You have to promise to answer it honestly,” he stated as he sat up, pulling me along with him. I groaned as I propped myself up.

“I promise,” I nodded and he gave me an unsure look. “Just say it.”

“Do you like me?” his question caught me off guard. I assumed he was going to say something like ‘did you eat all of the cookies?’ because I was feeling guilty about eating them and coming clean would do my conscious some good. I didn’t expect him to ask the question he did.

I sighed before nodding. “Yeah, I do.”

It was silent between us as I stared at my hands that were placed on my lap. I just did it. I just confessed my not-so-undying love for him. Okay, maybe it’s not love. Maybe it’s just like…but he didn’t say anything back. I felt my heart slowly deflating. Is this what it feels like to be rejected?

“Savannah?” I looked up, meeting Jonah’s gaze. His fingers slowly reached out and found their way under my chin. Isn’t this what happens when two people are about to kiss in movies? I hope my breath doesn’t stink! It probably tastes like cookies! What am I saying? Cookies are amazing! He’s lucky if he tastes my cookie breath!

Before I could process what was going on, Jonah’s hands were tangled in my hair as his lips were softly pressed against mine. I felt my stomach erupt in tingles; the same tingles that I felt on Christmas Eve at the party. His lips were soft and they were on mine. They were on mine! He’s kissing me! His lips felt familiar. Was he my mystery kisser? Was I right this whole time?

When the kiss ended, he entwined both of our hands, holding them up as if they were against a wall. “Happy one month.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “What?”

“We never did break up,” Jonah replied, breathing heavily. “That was technically our second kiss.”

“You were the person who kissed me at the Christmas Eve party, weren’t you?” I asked him and he nodded.

“You’ve been looking for the last piece to the puzzle in all the wrong places; it’s been in front of you the whole time," he explained, his breathing slowing down.

I blinked a few times, processing the information. “That was so cheesy.”

He imitated Chester Cheeto. “It ain’t easy being cheesy.”

I laughed loudly before smiling at him. “So…does this mean we’re official?”

“We’ve been official since the day Caleb saw us in the hallway…at least to me we were,” he replied as he shrugged sheepishly.

“Then this isn’t one month,” I stated and he shrugged.

“I couldn’t wait," he grinned.

“I’ve liked you for a long time.” I told him.

“I’ve liked you longer," he told me. “I mean, you’ve caused me so much trouble, I didn’t think that liking someone could do this much to you.”

“You’ve turned me into a good person. You’re trouble, yourself,” I replied.

“I guess you can say when trouble meets trouble it ends up pretty well," he responded and I nodded my head.

“I’d say that.” 

__A/N__
Did you like it? Did you see why I felt it was going to end? Did you guys realize that I wrote this whole entire story to put that sentence about 'If we get married, your initials  would be STD' into it? (No lie.)

Do you guys have any questions about the story or whatever? Because if you do, I'll post a Q&A chapter. Then I'll post the chapters about Jonah's P.O.V.

Thank you guys so much for reading this. Although the journey isn't fully over (Jonah P.O.V chapters) it still is sad because... well, I really enjoyed writing this story. I hope you enjoyed reading it.