where truth and fiction meet // buckin

sixteen

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Jonny's POV

It was a couple days later after apparently Will, of all people, had caught us. It was really not a fun experience to have gotten since then, and we constantly get teased for it.

Like yesterday for instance, we were in the upstairs room, I was just fumbling around with the different instruments. I didn't  make that much improvement for my guitar instrumentals, but I know everyone else had gotten some work done—which overthrew me the complaining I made.

Well, anyways—Will was teasing us yesterday.

I was just watching Chris run his fingers over the keys with bliss. It was so peaceful, and I fell even deeper into our love. Will came over behind me, "Chris! Jonny wants to sit on your lap." He jokes, causing us to feel awkward in front of Guy. Guy just laughed though, finding it pretty comical that Will was the one to find us.

For another example, I recall whenever Will was practicing basic drum bars. Chris and I were being quite flirty with one another and I started making eyes at him until he kissed me quick. Guy was making annoying 'awww' sounds at us and it made me feel better that he's not disgusted.

Will on the other hand, had pulled out the Polaroid we'd had since the nineties. He took a picture of the moment, and was laughing hysterically that we hadn't noticed it until it was almost developed. "I'm keeping it in my wallet! This is the cutest thing I've ever seen. Every time I look at it I'll remember that one day I caught Jonny ri—"

Chris cut him off by throwing the metal triangle instrument-type thing at his face. It was so hilarious because he hadn't seen it coming whatsoever. The room filled with all sorts of different laughs.

And finally Will tried to make out that "Green Eyes" was written for me. He even started writing all the clues and signs that backed him up on the whiteboard, erasing the previous writing. Chris ignored the topic, which gave him another fucking reason to say it was written for me. I felt flattered, but Chris probably didn't even know his feelings for me when he was writing that bit of lyrics. But his voice sounded so tranquil; so full of warmth that I didn't know how to make it out like it wasn't. Will was really embarrassing me as I was around him now.

Will just likes to play around with us, but we know he really is understanding of our relationship.

But back to the present time—today was a boring day. Chris went to an interview, leaving me all by myself to be a introvert in the waiting room. The interview wasn't all about his personal life, more like we wanted. We wanted to keep both of our lives on the down-low by answering little questions about ourselves, and refusing to do otherwise. But this was an ideal interview for him right now, as it was just about the current album we're working on.

Once it was over and he'd come out, he unconsciously lead me out of the door by his hand on my lower back. I felt so different during this move, like he was now breaking out of his inner shell of being too scared to interact with me in the public eye.

We made it to his house, so we ordered a pizza to eat. I cuddled in his arms on the couch as we talked about the different questions that man had asked.

"He just asked if we knew the album name yet." he said, "Of course I told him we in fact did, but couldn't give it away right now. He asked me one personal question: how's my love life? I felt kind of...nervous when he spoke these words. I thought he'd ask me about you. I wouldn't have denied you, but it was still setting something off inside of me that left me some inconvenience." he explained as I nuzzled myself closer to him.

"What did you say back to that?" I replied, interested in the topic.

"I just said 'well it's not like it use to be.' and he just laughed. He didn't know what I meant by that, though, and I meant that in a good way. I said it because it isn't like it use to be. At all. I used to feel lonely and left out in the relationships. Now, I'm needed, and apparently have found the one—with you."

My heart was fluttering in my chest at those words. I can't believe he meant that about me. I felt so unbelievably comfortable in his loving arms. I closed my eyes, listening to his heart like I love to do sometimes. It's a miracle someone so beautiful as a being has fallen in love with me. I don't find myself particularly as special and someone I thought he'd like to find and be with. I genuinely didn't know why he threw away all of his thoughts of an ideal woman away for me. I was so lucky, in my opinion, to have found him. And nothing was going to come between him and I. No media reporters, no paparazzi, and none of our friends. It wouldn't happen like that ever.

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In the morning, we decided to head to one of the London malls. We were having loads of excitingly fun times, running around and buying stupid shit we'd probably never use in reality.

Chris spotted a photo booth by the food court, and his next movement towards me was so daring. He took my hand and ran towards it, me behind him being pulled along to it as well. I laughed at his stupidity, and we both jumped inside, past the black curtains that shielded the booth from outside.

Chris chose all the different types of effects and themes, and I just followed along with whatever he'd picked.

He picked a random filmstrip theme, and soon it started to count down from three—signaling it was about to begin.

The first picture, Chris made me laugh so hard my head fell back. He smiled at the camera like an idiot, and I saw his face through the screen which was utterly ridiculous—in that of the hilarious way.

In the second one, he put his arm around me. I smiled from ear to ear, and he was laughing in it. He had his head rested on mine, as I was allowing him to do so for this one.

The third and final one was my favorite. He pulled me close to him and kissed me. It was a one that made us look like we were in love. We were both smiling in the kiss, which made it look even better.

He got two of the pictures made, and had gave one to me. He kept one for himself as well.

As we scooted out of the booth, I thought to myself.

This is who I'm meant to be with. This dork is mine. And I love everything about him.