'Frisco.

Chapter Ten.

Jonah and I spent some time sitting in the library discussing everything under the sun; music, film, food, even just life in general. He even gave me some places in San Fran to try to explore. I was offered company but I declined, instead having the idea of taking the opportunity as one that could better mine and Bonnie's friendship.

"If you insist." Jonah replied to my vague excuse. I thought I saw a flash of sadness, almost disappointment, across his face but I quickly dismissed it.

I opened my mouth to reply but was largely interrupted by the shh of a girl in the aisle next to us. I smiled and shrugged at Jonah with a sarcastic whisper of, "Yeah, Jonah you loud prick."

Jonah feigned hurt by placing one hand defensively across his chest and the other flamboyantly on his forehead. I laughed. He laughed. We were both too busy laughing to notice that the girl who had previously shushed us was now stalking around the bookshelf in our direction. I opened my tear-filled eyes to see an enraged female roughly 16 years old adorned by a shirt displaying my 3 favourite words: "We need feminism".

"Fucking hell." I breathed. At this, Jonah's chuckling eased up and he looked in the direction I was staring at with my mouth agape.

"Jesus Christ." He added. In fear that looking at Jonah would ensue yet another laugh attack, I raised my eyebrows at the girl, turned to grab my stuff and took Jonah's wrist. I pulled the both of us outside of Café Destino whilst stifling a laugh.

"Was this just one huge elaborate plan to hold my hand, Kate?" Jonah teased. I turned around to see that his gaze was largely fixated on where our skin met. The heat from his intense stare made me drop his hand and take a step back. He looked back up to me with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and turned to walk back towards my house. He followed.

"I'm going home, Jonah," I laughed, "it was nice hanging out with you but I'm going to check to see if my parents need anything."

Jonah looked at me with a small smile and nodded, "This also happens to be the way to my house."

I was taken aback. I hadn't seen Jonah go this way to or from work. Plus, there are only a few destination possibilities if you walk this way. Either Jonah's stalking me or he lives a lot closer to me than I initially thought.

The walk back to my house was comfortably silent. I was glad I could now effectively communicate with him; and by that, I mean no longer stumble over every other word. I took the time to rethink the past few hours.

Jonah had voluntarily sat with me this morning. He bought me coffee (even if it was cold) and helped me out when I didn't feel too great. I feel like I'm finally making progress in the friends department and I'm beyond glad that I can call Jonah my friend. Even if I was interested in something more.

Before I knew it, we had reached my house. I stumbled a little before stopping because I was taken hugely off guard; the walk felt a lot shorter with him. Jonah laughed and went to catch me but I straightened myself out before he could do anything.

I made a hand break gesture with my right hand as if parking a car and jokingly said to him, "Welp, this is my stop." I must admit, it seemed a lot cooler in my head. I could feel my cheeks grow red as I realised I had just made a massive fool out of myself.

Jonah looked at me for a second with a blank face. I was ready to turn, run indoors and book the first ticket back to England. I buried my head behind my hand and turned 90 degrees, intending to escape to the safety of my own home. But, before I could run, Jonah let out a very loud and very hearty laugh. I breathed a sigh of relief but did not look back as I walked up my driveway. Jonah's laugh echoed in my head as I shut the front door behind me.

I escaped quickly up to my room before my parents could question the extremely attractive guy manically laughing in our driveway. I wouldn't even know how to start explaining that one.