My Boyfriends Best Friend

Chapter 8

It only takes Jon thirty-five minutes to get to my house, I have been standing outside in my driveway ready to flag him down and sneak him back up to my house. I dont have to sneak guys in and out of my house but it adds excitement. I am waiting for him to drive by when I see a motorcycle turn onto my street. That cannot be him can it? Does he ride a freaking motorcycle? When he cruises to a stop in front of me he flips up his visor, "where should I park"? He asks me like he isn't on the back of a motorcycle and I am still gawking at him. "What"? He says sounding confused. "I uh- I just didn't know you were a motorcycle guy." I say trying hard not to smile but I can't help it and I know the corners of my moth are pulling up. He returns a cheeky smile "Never dated a bad-boy before?" he says mocking me "Didn't you know we all have motorcycles". I can help but laugh at that "I think the fact that you just called yourself a 'Bad-Boy', I say putting airquotes around the word bad-boy "just proves how much you arn't one". He rolls his eyes at me and I gesture in the direction of a hedge that he can park his motorcycle next too.

When he is finished manuvering the bike into the parking spot he takes off his helmet shaking his hair out as he does it. He takes the helmet and grabs something from a compartment on the back of his bike before coming over to stand in front of me. "Okay are we going to go inside or did you invite me over just to stand on the curb"? He asks sarcastically. I have to drag my eyes away from him and lead him through the front garden to the secret side entrance to the back yard. We finish walking through all the spider webs and Jon is looking absolutely mystified. "Youre not planning on killing me are you" he whispers once we get to the back yard. "Nope", I say grinning "now be quiet". I am tiptoing throught the grass across the backyard to the path leading up to my tiny house. Jon on the otherhand is being unbearably loud, somehow hitting every loose ball and toy in the backyard that my cousins have left out. Every five seconds I have to stop to turn back and glare at him, silently willing him to be quieter. He never gets the hint and when I finally get my door open I push him through and close and lock the door behind me. "What the heck is wrong with you you sounded like a one person percussion section back there"! I say throwing my hands up "I thought you understood this was a stealth mission". I am standing right inside my door my hands on my hips glaring literal daggers up at Jon. His face is suddenly transformed by this lopsided grin "That was never discussed and I thought given the circumstances I did okay." Before I can protest further he turns away from me and is looking around the space.

I have a small kitchenette with a stove top and a sink, I dont have much counter space and the sink is pretty small but I can always go down to my grandparents if I want to cook something. The Kitchen and Livingroom are squished together into one room and I have a TV pushed back against one wall and across from the TV are too sitting chairs. I had found them both at goodwill, one was a light pink vintage hightop chair it was my favorite piece of furniture. The second chair was a light cream with a flower pattern, this chair was more modern with rough worn edges. I had a small wooden coffee table that sit between the TV and the chairs that had a book I was reading and a candle decorating the top. I dont have a ton of room for decor but where I do I take advantage of my wall space and I have several floating bookshelves hung up holding my books and photos. The artwork that I do have is framed and hung on the wall.

Once Jon is finished with his slow circle looking around the livingroom he asks "Your bedroom is upstairs?" Not waiting for me to answer he takes the stairs two at a time to the loft where my bedroom is. I follow Jon upstairs and he has already thrown himself down onto my bed because the ceiling up here is too low for him to stand up all the way. The ceilings up here slope and If I stand it the very middle where the roof is at the highest I can stand up without having to duck. "Your house is so clean", he says "Did you clean up just for me"? He is fluffing the pillows behind his head and making himself comfortable in my bed. "Of course I did not clean just for you" I say mock offended, trying not to indicate too much that I did infact clean because in the midst of my depression my house had gotten a little out of control. I needed this push to get it cleaned up but I also didnt Jon knowing that.

Once Jon is comfortable on my bed he kicks off his shoes and starts to rummage through a back pack that is on the floor next to my bed. I hadn't even noticed that he was wearing a back pack, but he takes out the book from the other night. He opens the book to where he left off and is just laying there in my bed reading, what is this? "So is there something you want to do"? I ask still just as awkward as I always am. He looks over his book at me an eyebrow raised "You invited me over remember", he says "Is there something you want to do" he is smirking at me again and I roll my eyes and look away from him. I already know I'm blushing and he is going to think I just want sex. "Do you want to watch another movie"? I ask "Or have you eaten? We could get food or something." I say trying not to sound too pathetic. He looks up from his book he is still smirking "Alice I know why Im here", his voice sounding oddly serious "Do you know why Im here"? See he does just think I want to have sex but at the same time is that all I want? Can I want sex and a relationship? I want to kiss Jon I want to make love to him in this bed thats way too small and on the floor and downstairs in my livingroom. With all of my courage I move towards him and I am going to have him.

I am on my back looking up at the ceiling searing pain radiating from head. My vision is splotchy with stars and it takes a great deal of control to prevent myself from full on ugly crying. Jon has just appeared above me and is saying something I cant quite hear through the ringing in my ears.

It takes five whole minutes of me lying on the floor crying to get to a point where I could compose myself. Jon had run down to my kitchen to try to find an icepack and when he didnt find one in my freezer actually went down to my grandparents to get me one along with some advil. I honestly dont know what I am more embarrassed about: The fact that I hit my head trying to kiss him; that I just laid on the ground and cried in front of him for five whole minutes or that he went and met my grandparents. Everything has calmed down and we are now sitting downstairs, I have a blanket wrapped around me and the ice pack resting on my head.

"Are you okay"? Jon asks me for the twentieth time and I roll my eyes and look over at him "Can I ask you something"? I say to him not answering his question. "I mean I guess so, but I feel like you asking is redundant because you are just going to ask me regardless of my answer." he says back. I shrug my shoulders and ask "What do you think is more embarrassing the fact that I tried to kiss you or that I almost myself unconscious doing"? He is laughing now and it really is a nice laugh it feels like the sun. "Thats what you were trying to do?" he says still chuckling "I thought you were trying to kill me but your concious got to you and you couldn't go through with it." We are both laughing so hard and its really nice not to be judged by someone to be able to laugh about my failure. "Well I actually think I hit my head because I couldn't decide what I wanted to do, some part of me wanted to kiss you and some part of me didn't and I forgot the stupid cieling slopes." He gets up from his chair giving me this smile that makes my heart start to race. He gets down onto his knees infront of my chair and his so close to me and he smells so good and he leans down just the slightest bit to kiss me.