Amateur - A Jon Cozart fic

Chapter 11 - Beautiful

Jon's P.O.V.

Holy shit. 

This is the first time a girl's kissed me first. This is different. I like different. After a quick moment of shock, I kiss back. She's beautiful. I put my arms around her and pull her closer to me because that's exactly what I want. I want this girl to be closer to me. Somehow, this girl walked into a pizza shop and from the minute I heard her say the word "meatlovers" I was hooked. She breaks away after a few seconds, shuffles away a bit, looks directly into my eyes and just says: "Yeah, um, sorry, I usually ask for permission."

"No no, that was good. It's okay."

"Really?"

"Yeah. No girl's ever been the first to kiss me before."

"Well. I'm glad I could do you that service."

"I wouldn't totally object to doing that again." I don't. I  don't know what these words coming out of my mouth are doing.

"Why didn't you say so?" she says, shortly before putting her hands around my neck and going for another kiss. It starts off slower and romantic, eventually growing in passion. It lasts a bit longer this time,before Carm breaks away again just to look at her watch.

"Oh shit, it's like, one in the morning! I should probably sleep."

I look around, She doesn't have a bed yet. She literally just moved from across the globe.

"Carm. Where are you going to sleep?"

"I've got a sleeping bag, I'll be fine." She scoffs. 

"Yeah, but come on. I'm not just going to leave you here sleeping on a hard wooden floor." I mean, jesus, who would do that?

"What're you gonna do, drag me over to your place?" she smirks.

"Actually, not a bad idea." A slight panic spreads across her face as I pick her up and put her over my shoulder.

"No! Jon, put me down!" she says, laughing.

"Maybe I don't want to?" I start walking toward the door, her still over my shoulder. She's laughing the whole way. It's adorable. We've just about made it outside when Carm says:

"Fine! Jon, fine. I'll sleep over at yours, just put me down?"

"Your wish is my command." I lower her down gently, so as not to accidentally drop or hurt her (it's happened before. I'm not as strong as I look people. And I don't even look that strong.) She brushes herself off and looks up at me with her hands on her hips.

"Besides, I don't think you carrying a screaming girl down the street and to your house would exactly help your image."

"Eh, that's true enough. Come on, grab your stuff and let's go."

*In the morning*

I wake up, and for a quick moment hae to try and figure out where I am. These aren't familiar surroundings yet.

 "Oh, fuck, yeah, this is Jon's bedroom." I mumble to myself. The blankets smell like him. He slept on the couch because he insisted I take the bed, and sleeping in the same bed is probably not the best idea at this point. Cutie. I roll out of bed, grab my phone and keys, and look around. Damn, nice room. There's disney merch freaking everywhere and I love it. I walk out of his room, and see he's still sleeping on the couch. Before you assume that I'm going to sit here and think about how cute he is while he's sleeping: no. that's just creepy. Besides, I've got to go furniture shopping. But I'm not just gonna leave him with no warning. So I find a post-it note and a sharpie and write on it:

Sorry, can't stay. Ikea calls. Thanks for the place  to sleep though. Also, like, call me.

I take it and put it right between his eyebrows, I hope it sticks, and it does. And then I'm out the door. 

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Well aren't they cuties!

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~Ellen Cozartist