Amateur - A Jon Cozart fic

Chapter 20 - Hickeys

*Jon's P.O.V.*

Carm lies on the other side of the bed, eyes closed, smiling in her sleep. She looks so at peace with the world, this hectic, crazy world, and I am amazed by it. She fell asleep relatively fast after we finished, and I don't blame her. She's had a busy day, and I have too, but there's so much running through my head. And it's all about her. The street lights are on, you can hear the sounds of trucks going past, honking horns, the sounds of a city that never sleeps, but despite all of this, she does. Every time my eyes start drooping and am about to fall into a sleep mode, there's something else about her I haven't thought about, or properly appreciated within my own head. For example, her beauty, her perseverance, her work ethic - she's been here about a month and she's done so much already. Her humor, her company, the passion she has for what she does. Her talent. Her immense natural talent. It's been a month, but at the same time, arguably one of the best months I've had in a while. I pull the blanket off me, and open the drawer in the nightstand. I stashed my notebook there temporarily when we got here. It contains all the musical works I've ever created for youtube, or tried to create but abandoned it when I decided I didn't like it. I go to sit by the window. There's more skyscrapers across from us - busy streets, the lights of cars and streetlamps and times square lighting the view. I glance back at Carm, and something hits me. Right now, she's lighting my view. I need to write this on paper. This is the most cliche thing I can think of, but I'm going to write a song. Because as much as I like her, I need sleep to function on the flight back to LA. I open the book, click my pen, and words start flowing onto the paper immediately. What can I say? She inspires me.

*Carm's P.O.V.*

We're in the airport waiting for our flight out back to LA, and this is about five times the size of the Wellington airport, I shit you not. I mean, it's not a surprise knowing that New York alone has double the amount of people New Zealand as a whole does, but it's still astounding to me. Also, why does America have so many more fast food joints? They're everywhere. It's insane. Jon and I stroll through the airport, not holding hands (unfortunately, we're still not public about the dating thing on the internet yet so that would not be a good way for that to leak), we're here in plenty of time, so Jon and I sit down on a bench near our gate, and sit on our phones, like one does in an airport, and unexpectedly, it's a text from my cousin.

'Hey, Carm! Some of the guests for me and Connors' weddings have pulled out three weeks out - I know you're in town around then for Elise's graduation, so I thought I'd offer you an invitation, if you're at all interested? By the way, you can bring a date as well if you wish.' Ah, fuck. I definitely wanna go, but is a month of relationship too soon to invite someone to a wedding? Probably. Shit. For all she knows, I'm on a plane right now, I'll leave this till our stopover in Dallas. 

~Four Hours Later~

"Seriously, though, how the hell do you manage to sleep on planes?" Jon gives a sleepy shrug as we walk off the gate.

"I'm tired. Didn't get a lot of sleep last night." he smiles at me, and my heart melts. My cheeks have been painted red like some kind of Alice in wonderland type metaphor shit, and I hate it when they do that, so I take out my phone and check twitter. And once again, my notifications are blowing up. What does it say this time? I scroll through 

'@CaramelAllen oh my god PLEASE tell me that was Jon who did that!'

' @CaramelAllen's Someone had fun after the suicide squad premiere? ;)'

'It had to be @JonCozart who gave @CaramelAllen that hickey. They were in the same hotel room, jesus christ. My ship has basically been confirmed canon!'

Each of which is accompanied by the same photos of me, taken without my permission or my awareness that it was happening. My first brush with amateur paparazzi, and suddenly the world is aware that I have a goddamn hickey on my neck. Fuck.

'Hey, Jon?' I say, still scrolling through the tweets. 'Yeah?' he responds looking over at me.

'I think the internet figured out we're together.' Jon laughs at this.

'Don't pay attention to the shippers, Carm. It happens. Their theories are insane. Everyone seems to ship me with people.'

'Have you checked your twitter notifications recently?'

'No.'

'Have you looked at my neck recently?' Jon's eyes glance downward to my neck, exactly where the hickey is, and then back up at me.

'What does that have to do with anything?'

'Someone took photos of me at the NY airport, with the hickey on my neck. I'd advise you to check your mentions so you can figure out what to do.'

Jon, suddenly panicking, grabs his phone and checks twitter. His eyes go back and forth as he reads everything.

'Fuck.'

'What do we do?'

'You're asking me?'

'You're the one who's always being shipped! You know more about this than me!'

'Oh jesus christ.' he puts his phone down in his lap and his face in his hands.

'Well I mean, we've got to address it.' I'm honestly just trying to cook up ideas on what to do when it hits me. I begin to compose a tweet.

''he gave her a hickey!!' 'they must be dating!' no shit sherlock we are BoyfriendTM & GirlfriendTM & sometimes we do the sex!! scandalous!!!'

'How about this? I show him the tweet as he raises his head out of his hands. He gives a small chuckle.

'How do you always figure out to be so hilarious in dire situations like this?' I shake my head so as to say I don't know. I send the tweet, and lock my phone again.

'Brilliant under pressure. Add that to your many talents.' He gives me a small peck on the cheek, just as passengers for our flight get called.

'Come on, we've gotta go.' We stand up and start walking again, but as we do so, Jon takes his hand in mine. Why are the small gestures the ones that make me feel like I'm on top of the world? I don't know. But I'm glad that he asked me if I liked sheep way back in the pizza shop, because if he hadn't, this moment wouldn't have happened.

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