Jonathan walks up to me, putting his hands on my shoulders. I stare at him in disbelief. He stares back at me for a moment, then opens his mouth to say something. "Are you okay?" I can't hear him, but I can read his lips.
Before I can say anything, I'm pulled out of his grip, and spun to the side. It's Kayla. She pulls me in for a hug. "Oh my god! What happened?" She asks.
"It's nothing. I'm just going to go home. Patrick can take you home", I say to her. She nods a little, then backs up a little, standing in front of Patrick.
Jonathan turns my head towards him as Kayla and Patrick walk away reluctantly. "Are you really okay? I saw all of it happen. I'm so sorry", he says to me. "I tried to get to you quicker".
"Jonathan. I'm fine. I'm just going to go home. I don't feel good right now", I reply to him.
"Let me drive you home. You were drinking, I can smell it", he says to me.
"It was just one beer, I promise. I don't feel anything, I'm okay".
"Well, it was still alcohol, I wouldn't feel comfortable if I knew you are even slightly intoxicated and you drove home. Come on".
Jonathan rests a hand on my waist and walks with me out of the house. I take my car keys out of my pocket and Jonathan grabs them out of my hand. He gets in the driver's seat of my Audi and I drop into the passenger side, groaning from the headache forming at my temples. I don't think the alcohol is kicking in, I think it's just a normal headache. Maybe I'm sick. Please let me be sick. Jonathan looks at me, concerned. I shake my head slowly, to tell him that I'm okay.
Jonathan drives me home with few directions to get back. I get out of the car, then stumble into my car door, holding onto it for a second. Jonathan rushes over to me, holding my arm. "Okay, maybe it is getting to me a tiny bit. I'm going to be fine by the end of the night, I swear. I just didn't eat anything since lunch".
I close the door on my side, and wince at the sound it makes with my over sensitive hearing from my headache. Jonathan keeps a hold of my arm as we walk up to my house. Jonathan goes through his own keys until he finds the house key, unlocking the door. Since when does he have a key to my house?
"Let's get you upstairs", Jonathan whispers to me, knowing my parents are sleeping somewhere in my house, and that we could never wake them. Not if we wanted to live.
Jonathan, holding onto my elbow protectively, leads me through my house and up the stairs to my bedroom, at the other end of the house.
I stumble through my bedroom door and find it extremely dark. I feel like it would be easier to just to walk to my bed and crash for the night. Everything is already set for tomorrow morning.
"Thanks Jonathan. I'll see you tomorrow", I wave him off and start the ten foot walk to my bed.
"Whoa there", Jonathan responds. "There is no way I'm just letting you crash. I'm going to get you a glass of water and a trash bin. Patrick has told me you're a light weight".
I can hear Jonathan's hand moving against the wall, looking for a light switch. He finds it and my ceiling light turns on, extremely bright. I wince slightly before Jonathan walks out of the room.
A moment later, I hear Jonathan walk back into my room, holding a glass of water. He sets it down on my bedside table, then walks into my bathroom and comes back with my trash bin.
I kick my shoes off and they tumble into the side of my dresser. I close my eyes, already feeling the uncomfortable ache in my head come back.
My shoulders are pulled from behind me gently, and my head is laid on his chest. The lights are somehow off again when I uncover my hand from my eyes.
"I'll only be here until you fall asleep. Don't worry", he says as I peacefully fall into sleep.
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A loud knock on my door came to wake me up. I shake myself a little, then realize I'm laying on someone's chest. I look up and find it's Jonathan. How did I get home last night? I thought Jonathan had left the house after I got home?
"CJ. You're running late. Let's go" Dad calls through the door. "Parties aren't a good idea if you have work in the morning".
Dad's footsteps disappear down the hall. I look back at Jonathan and shake him vigorously awake. He sits up quickly and looks around, then at me.
"I fell asleep", he whispers.
"Yeah. I noticed", I say, sarcastic and flustered at the same time. I rub my head, a headache setting in already. "We need to figure something out. How am I supposed to get you out of the house without anybody noticing?"
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry", Jonathan murmurs. He looks back at me with wide eyes. "Well, we can say we're late because I had car troubles and you were the only one still heading to work, so I called you. We only have one car. Getting me out of here? Sneak past everyone and hope for the best?"
"That's tricky. Dad probably left, so we're good for him. Mom is the one I'm worried about. It's her cleaning day, she could be anywhere", I say to him.
We're hope for the best, so I get into the shower as Jonathan calls Patrick to explain what happened last night and to tell Q that I was giving him a ride because his car wouldn't start.
I knew last night was a bad idea.
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Bad Idea~Jonathan Toews Fanfic~
Fanfiction"I wouldn't do that if I were you", I hear Shawzy say as I'm about to turn the corner. I stop before I walk into the conversation. "And why is that?" It's Captain Serious, Jonathan Toews. "You've never actually met her, have you?" Shawzy questions...
