Amateur - A Jon Cozart fic

Chapter 6 - Magic Spells

*Carm's POV.*

So. I just met a boy at a pizza shop. He asked me if I like sheep and now we're gonna eat pizza at my house. Disney movie material, if I do say so myself. It's only when we get to the door I remember that I don't have any furniture.

"Oh, shit. I did tell you I don't have any furniture yet, right? We'll have to sit on my floor." Please don't judge me, Jon, I only made the decision to come here a week ago.

"That is fine by me." he replies, apparently un-phased by the threat of sitting on a wooden floor.

"Alright, well here we are." My keys go back in my pocket and I open the door, allowing him to walk in first. He steps in, and all I can hope for  is that he finds me bearable.

*Jon's P.O.V.*

This wasn't exactly what I was planning to do with my evening, but to be quite fair it's better than sitting in my room alone eating pizza. That's just sad. This is more ideal, despite the lack of furniture. I've got company, and this company pretty beautiful too.

"Well, here it is." says Carm. "To your right, you'll see my laptop bag, which contains none other than my laptop, which I rely on in order to browse the internet and basically stay connected to everything. To your left, you'll see two suitcases, containing my posessions, which include my clothing and my camera." she said in her best flight attendant voice. It was pretty cute. I can't help but smile at her. She goes and sits down in the middle of the floor, opens up her pizza box and for a moment I find myself staring.

"So... are you going to sit?" she asks, laughing slightly.

"Psssh, oh, yeah, of course." I reply. She takes a bite of her pizza and reaches for her laptop, she opens it as I sit myself down beside her. I watch her eyes flick across the screen as she types in her password, I notice the name of the user account on the laptop isn't Caramel Allen, but it is instead Anna Allen. I'm not sure if I should ask why the user account it isn't her name, considering I only ran into her about half an hour ago.

"Why do we have your laptop out? Are we watching something?"

"Nope, we're doing something that should be much more entertaining." Halfway through that sentence, an alert pops up on her screen. A skype call, from someone called Elise.

"Is this the same friend who sent you the text earl-" "Yep - stay quiet, for now, you'll know when you can talk. Trust me, this'll be hilarious." She adjusts her sitting position so that I'm not in view of the camera. Carm takes a deep breath, and then clicks on the accept call button.

"Hiya, Elise." Carm says, seemingly rather calm. Suddenly, a voice bursts out from nowhere:

"WHY didn't you reply to my text? What happened? Oh my lord I can't believe it, you ran into JON COZART. You know. PAINT. What did you two talk about? DID YOU GET HIS NUMBER?" It takes all of my strength to not burst out laughing at all these questions. Carm, however, remains pretty chilled out.

"Ah yeah, we had a pretty good conversation." she says, playing with her nails. This is easily the most hilarious thing that's happened to me so far in 2016. 

"A PRETTY GOOD CONVERSATION? JUST? PRETTY GOOD? COME ON GIVE ME THE DETAILS. Did you get a good look at his butt?" It takes all of my might to stifle my laughter.

"Well, he taught me a magic spell." The only magic around here is how her eyes sparkle, I don't know what she's on about.

"SHOW ME THIS MAGIC SPELL YOU SPEAK OF." demands Elise.

"Are you sure?" Carm teases her, and I just wish she'd told me what the plan was. Do I have to know a magic spell now? I don't know any magic spells.

"YES I'M GODDAMN SURE." replies Elise. 

"Is that your final answer?"

"CARAMEL KATIE ALLEN. SHOW ME THE MAGIC SPELL THAT MR. JON COZART HAS BESTOWED UPON YOU."

"If you insist." Carm takes a deep breath. "ACCIO COZART!" She turns the laptop around to face me, which I wasn't fully prepared for.

"Uh, hi." are the two words I can think of to say. Elise, in a onesie and a really messy bun, screams and runs offscreen, and although I can't see her due to the fact she's left her laptop behind, I can hear a continuous "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" sound coming from somewhere else in the apartment. Carm's got the widest smile I've ever seen on her face, giggling at Elise, and I burst out laughing too.  Carm moves back over beside me so that we can both be seen, and Elise returns to the screen about a minute later, wearing a pretty dress and desperately brushing her hair.

"I was not prepared for that. Thanks Carm, now I'm going to get a noise complaint. You have motherfrickin' Jon Cozart in your apartment? What? Why didn't you tell me, I could have at least been looking acceptable! Hi, Jon? Holy balls, I'm talking to Jon Cozart. Okay. Elise. Calm down. Jon, Why are you in Carm's apartment? Are you guys on a date?"

I'm unsure of how to answer that. Is this a date? I mean, sure we're both eating pizza in Carm's apartment, but I mean this isn't a date? She asked me here because she wanted a friend to be here for her first night in L.A. right? Thankfully, Carm answers instead:

"He's in my apartment because we're both lonely af and we had pizza. Besides, I thought this would be funny." she responds, totally ignoring the date question, which at this point is probably a good idea.

"Not cool, Carm. Not cool. You owe me so hard when you next come back to visit."

"It was worth it." she responds.

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~Ellen Cozartist