I wake up with a blanket wrapped around me and a pillow behind my head.
Huh. Must have fallen asleep last night. I think, getting up.
But I see something different from yesterday, the door is open. Just a little but I can still open it. I reach my hand forward when I noticed how purple and blue it is. I try wriggling my fingers but it hurts for such a simple task. Texting is going to be interesting. I use my other hand to slowly push the door open.
"Jonah?" I squeak, slowly stepping in.
I walk inside and plop down on his bed, the softness like silk compared to the floor on the balcony. I rest my back on it and sigh contentedly.
"Aaaah!" Someone screams and I jolt up.
As I trace the sound back to its source, I find a shirtless Jonah with wet hair. I find myself slack-jawed for a second.
"Enjoying the view, Thompson?" He asks, slipping a black shirt over his head.
"What? No psshhht. Never." I fumble for words.
"Really? Not even a little?" He jokes, sitting next to me.
"Nope," I say, popping the "p."
"Oh well then," he says.
A wave of silence and awkwardness washes over us.
"Sooo..." I start.
"Yeah," he says.
"I'm sorry for kissing you. I know it was abrupt and I'm sure you think it was a mistake. And I'm really sorry for putting you in such an uncom—" I start rambling but am stopped by a finger pressed to my lips.
"It's fine Amber. You're not a bad kisser anyways," he says, adding a little humor to melt the icy void that has formed between us.
"Just 'not bad'? Boi, do you even know what you're talking about?" I joke, chuckling at the end.
"Yup, and I know what bad is," he says, shuddering.
"Oh so have you kissed yourself?" I joke around.
"Oh shut up! You know you liked it," he says, lightly swatting my arm.
"Guilty as charged," I say, raising my arms above my head.
I rest my head on his shoulder and he tenses up for a moment but relaxes soon after.
"We don't have school today do we?" I ask.
"Let's just skip," he says with a smirk.
"Why Don't We?" I say with a chuckle.
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Fanfiction"He's the bad boy?" I ask, glancing over at him and arching my eyebrow. "Yup, Jonah Marais," she replies. "Doesn't seem like it," I say. "Oh don't do what I think you're gonna do," she looks at me worriedly. "And what do you think I'm gonna do," I s...
