Amateur - A Jon Cozart fic

Chapter 19 - History

*Elise's P.O.V.*

It's 9:30pm. Carm's left me alone in her apartment for a while, she comes back from New York tomorrow. I can't wait to hear all about her audition. I'm doing okay, I guess. I've been here for, I don't know, a few weeks now? Time is hard to keep track of. I've only really been going places to buy groceries and such, but I'm coping and doing well. The hardest part is not to give into temptation to dive into a bag full of reese's pieces and skittles, eat your feelings away and drown in an eternal pit of despair whilst watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind on repeat. I'm eating mostly pancakes now. For some reason, just the activity and effort that goes into Pancakes makes me feel like I've accomplished something. I sleep in Carm's bed, I live in Carm's apartment, everything about my life circles around Carm. This consistent relying on her isn't good or healthy, but I don't know how to stop it. Everything seems awful, but at least the crying's stopped for the most part. As I'm cracking open the eggs, there's a ring at the door.

Huh. Carm and Jon can't be back yet, I saw the snapchats, they're in the Suicide Squad premiere right now. Perhaps it's Carm's landlord. I walk over to open the door, and open it.

Shit.

'Ryan. What the fuck are you doing here?'

'Well, darling. I've come to win you back.' He holds a box of chocolate in his hand, and he wears am expression which to someone who doesn't know him previously would look like one of remorse, but I know better. He means absoutely nothing he says.

'How the fresh hell did you find me?'

'That's not important.' He takes a step toward me. I take two backward.

'Don't touch me. I want nothing to do with you.'

'C'mon, babe. I'm sorry, okay, I've been a dick.'

'Bit of an understatement.'

'But I'm ready to fix things. I love you.'

Nearly everything in me wants to give in. I know I shouldn't. He starts shitting out words like his mouth is satan's asshole, claiming he should have never let me go, that that night was enlightening. His devilish smile and charm nearly find his way back into my heart.

'Darl. Come on. Sit down with me and I'll explain properly.'

'No.' my voice shakes a bit. He's taken aback. I haven't rejected him before. He opens his mouth to spew out some more bullshit. Damnit, what would Carm do?

'Come on, you don't mean tha-' 

'Yes. I do mean it. You... you mistreated me for so long. And even after it's over, you just keep screwing with me. You slept with me while I was drunk. I couldn't consent to anything. I went to a completely different fucking country, with a 14 hour flight to get here to get away from you, if only for a while, and without telling you where i was, thinking you had absolutely no clue that I'd left the country, you show up at my best friend's doorstep and tell me that you're fucking sorry.'

'I am thou-'

'I wasn't finished, you chicken fried fuck. I'm disgusted that I ever dated you or that I thought you were worth my time. You're a psychopath. Leave. Now. Or I'm calling 911, you soggy lampshade.'

'Soggy lampshade? Is that the best you've got?'

'Nope. This is.' My fist flies into his face, directly into his nose.

'Don't come back here! Ever!'

'What the fuck, bitch? You're not worth it anyway.'

'Fuck you, I am. I'm fucking worth it.'

I slam the door behind me. I'm right. I realise it now. I am fucking worth it.

*Carm's P.O.V.*

Suicide Squad was friggin brilliant mateys. I love Harley with a passion. Like. Love love her. The elevator is taking forever, but honestly I don't notice. Jon and I are laughing up a storm. He's so easy to hold a conversation with.

'Come on. We're bad guys, It's what we do.' I try to mimic Harley to the best of my ability. It doesn't go too well. Margot robbie's standard of perfection is simply unattainable. Jon seems to be laughing though. And his laughter is the kind of infectious one where you can't help but laugh along. All of a sudden, my right heel breaks, and I start to fall. Jon catches me though. I look up at him.

'Told you I was never good in heels.' I try and laugh it off. What the hell Carm. Why do you keep falling at such innoportune moments? He helps me back up, and he ends up with his hands on my waist. My cheeks involuntarially blush, so I look at the floor, hoping my hair will cover it. Jon, however, places a few of his fingers underneath my chin, and tilts my head back up to look at him. Fuck. He's gorgeous.

'You're beautiful, you know that, right?' My cheeks are redder than a tomato now. Time to make a salad of emotions.

'Can I give you a kiss?' Okay. That's really cute. I nod my head, and he goes in for it. Right as our lips are about to touch, my phone goes off. Of course. Brilliant timing. I sigh, and reach for my phone.

'Shit. Jon. It's the producer. What do i do?'

'Answer it, Carm?'

'Oh. Yeah.'

I click answer on the call.

'Hello, is this Carm?'

'Yes, it is.'

'We just wanted to inform you that you got the role. You'll be playing our Veronica.'

'Are you serious?' My voice goes surprisingly high pitched. Jon's eyes light up and a smile appears on his face.

'Yes, we're serious. We'll send you rehearsal details later on. We're looking forward to working with you.' I start jumping up and down on the spot slightly, squirming with excitement. I'm going to be on broadway. BROADWAY. 

'Alright, thank you so much! Bye!' The minute I hang up, Jon pulls me in really fast, and kisses me right then and there. It starts off slow, then gets faster and more passionate. The elevator opens, and I grab Jon's hand and start running down the hall. He seems taken aback, but plays along. I open the door to our room, drag him in further, and we fall on the bed in a joy filled ball of hope, lying side by side one another.

'You did it, Carm. You made your own magic.' I turn my head to look at him. I'm so damn lucky. Nobody in the history of ever has looked at me like that before.

'Because you inspired me to, Jon.' I bite my lip. 'Before I met you, I was just an amateur. Here I am. I'm forever indebted to you. I don't know how to pay this off.'

'You don't have to.' On top of everything about him that I've already gushed over, i am now hyper aware that Jon is, infact, super duper hot. Hell, I'm on top of the world today. I just landed a broadway role. I went to a film premiere. There's no reason why I can't do this.

'Wanna make out?' I think I phrased that in the most teenagery way anyone could phrase that.

'If I ever say no to that question, please, hit me over the head with the tony you're going to win.'

I laugh, and roll over to him, and start to kiss him, again. Eventually, things get really heated, and he starts to go for my neck. His touch is still so new to me, it gives me chills. He starts to go down further, but before he does so, he glances up at me so as to ask for permission.

 I nod.

The rest is history.

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