Jonnor, Please!

Chapter 2

Notes:

So hey...if you've been around both the Check, Please! (found at omgcheckplease-tumblr-com but with periods instead of dashes)  and the Jonnor fandom for a while, you probably know who I am...but it's been a while since I've written anything for Jonnor, but I was very intrigued by the concept of this fic, and G8rguy was gracious enough to include me as a co-writer on this.

That being said, for the most part, my writing is going to be focusing mostly on how the story develops from Bitty's POV, and with that in mind, I have an important note regarding some of the content of this chapter: I know that by October of Bitty's sophomore year (where this story is starting), he doesn't know about his crush on Jack (that doesn't happen until December, just before EpiKegster), but to serve my/our purposes, I'm speeding the timeline up just a bit.

Hope y'all enjoy this chapter and I can't wait for y'all to see how the story is going to develop :)

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Chapter written by benji2795, originally posted on AO3 on January 11, 2016

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Bitty was in the kitchen making Cinnamon Chip Pumpkin cookies while the party started. Well, it was basically right in the middle of the kegster, and thankfully the team was already halfway to too schwasted to care, or else the chirps would've been incessant.

"Baking during a kegster, eh?"

Strike that, most of the team was already halfway to too schwasted to care. Of course Jack wouldn't be, but all the same, Bitty expected Jack to be hiding out in his room.

"I'll have you know this ain't that unusual—which you would know if ever did more than just stayin' in your room during kegsters," Bitty chirped back.

Jack shrugged. "Your costume looks good."

"Thanks," Bitty flushed and grinned shyly. It was an innocuous statement, and Jack didn't really mean anything by it, damn his brain for going there.

"So are you supposed to be—"

"I'm going to stop you right there Jack," Bitty said, putting a hand up to stop Jack in his tracks. "I will not have you slandering the name of a celebrity here in my kitchen."

"Your kitchen?" Jack questioned, the corners of his mouth quirking up slightly.

"Yes, until any of y'all can make something other than eggs, this is my kitchen," Bitty spluttered, the tips of his ears going red.

Jack threw his hands up in surrender, an amused look on his face.

"And I am Peter Pan, surely you've heard of that?" Bitty chirped.

"The boy who never grew up," Jack answered. "Well you have the look to pull it off."

"That's kind of why Lardo gave me this costume," Bitty said, desperately trying not to blush again at Jack's off-handed compliment.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, she wanted to do a hipster Disney theme," Bitty explained, busying himself in cookie batter as he did to avoid letting Jack see his face. "They're all hipster style—"

"I gathered that," Jack remarked.

"Oh hush you," Bitty retorted playfully. "I'm Peter Pan, Lardo's Belle and she has a couple of friends coming, one as Snow White, one as Ariel and another as Aladdin. What about your costume?"

"Can't you tell, I'm dressed up as a Canadian hockey robot, eh?" Jack replied slyly.

"As if you're not 'dressed up' like that every other day," Bitty chirped and Jack chuckled good-naturedly at the jab. "Now tell me, what is the hockey robot doin' bein' outta his room tonight?"