Finally Finding Love •{Ambrose fanfic}•

Chapter 22 - Setting Up

Jon's POV

My eyes shoot open when my phone alarm goes off for the third time. Rolling onto my side, I grab my phone and actually turn off the alarm. I sit there for a minute, staring into space, trying to wake up. After getting bored with just laying in bed, I pull the comforter off me, letting all the warmth escape from me.

Sitting up with my legs dangling over the side of the bed, I yawn and stretch my arms. I crack my neck after standing up. I place my hands behind my back, and bend backwards. A soft moan escapes my lips as I feel my spine crack in multiple areas.

I walk to the bathroom, and turn on the shower. Without wasting time, I rid myself of my boxers and shirt and jump straight into the shower. I suck in a breath as the hot water touches my back, but relax once I get used to the heat. Turning in a slow circle so the water can wash over me, I close my eyes and think about Chloe.

I'm really mad at her. We just made up from everything that has happened, and now she's talking to Randy. What is so special about him? Sure, he gets paid more money and he can get her somethings that I cannot, but who cares about the money? And maybe Randy is more of a gentlemen than I am, which could also be a reason why she is talking to him. I should probably step up my game a little bit. If not, then Chloe will break up with me and go with Randy. Soon she will see all the things he can give her that I can't give her.

Knock!

Knock!

"Jon! You've been in there for about 20 minutes! Are you okay?" Chloe yells from the other side of the bathroom door.

I turn off the water, disappointed that I didn't even take a shower. I slide the curtains back and grab a white towel. I wrap the soft fabric around my waist, and open the bathroom door, letting all the steam run out of the bathroom and into Chloe and into the other room.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I say, avoiding eye contact.

"Jon," she says sternly, placing a hand on my wet chest, stopping me from walking away from her. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm okay," I say as I grab her hand and place it back at her side.

She sighs my name, "Jonathan, I would love to stare at your toned back all day, but I want you to look me in the eyes when you say that."

Turning around to face her, I say, "I'm. Okay."

She gives me a concerning look, her eyebrows coming together and the ends of her mouth turning into a slight frown. "Did you even sleep? You have bags under your eyes."

She's right. At the most, I probably got about five hours of sleep. "Yeah, I slept just fine. I got shampoo in my eyes," I lie, trying to sound as believable as possible.

"Okay," she whispers. She stands on her toes and places a little kiss on my cheek. "If you're hungry, I made pancakes, your favorite, right?" She smiles sweetly.

"Thanks." I force a smile. I look her up and down to see she's already fully dressed. "Where are you going?"

"Out. I'm getting new clothes," she smiles, twirling a piece of hair that fell out of her fishtail braid.

"New clothes?" I ask, surprised at her answer. "Don't you already have enough?"

"Nah," she waves her hand. "Well, I'm really just going to get some jeans, combat boots, and some tank-tops."

I cock an eyebrow. "Why?"

"If I'm the lunatics girlfriend, I'm going to have to dress like it for the live events."