Jonathan Byers x Reader

Take my picture? - P.18

Your mind and body raced around your bedroom desperately trying to find something to wear in the sea of clothes that had taken up residence in your semi messy closet. Nothing that you owned would look cute walking around in the rainy woods all day but you knew you had to mostly dress for comfort despite the possibility of looking like a homeless person at the end of the night. At that moment, you began kicking yourself for ever buying each article of clothing you pulled out of the mess and tossed onto the once spotless floor.

Finally, you found an older pair of dark small jeans that you had purchased at a yard sale possibly belonging to small framed boy. A white loose fitting t-shirt followed behind the jeans and a dark plaid over shirt that had been purchased at the same yard sale completed the outfit. Pulling on a pair of clean white socks, you secured your rain boots into place and left your bedroom in a state of chaos with the amount of loose clothes laying about.

"I'm sorry that took so long..." you said a bit louder than usual as you walked down the stairs.

Jonathan quickly stood from his seat straightening the denim fabric on his thighs as he seemed to examine what you were wearing once you stood at the entrance of the living room. Watching his eyes gaze from your feet to your head made you instantly want to run back into the safety of your bedroom for fear of what he might say.

"You look....wow." he said with a bit of a breathless tone as your body tensed.

"I know I know I look pretty bad." you replied with a tiny chuckle trying not to feel bad until he quickly explained himself.

"No you don't." he began with disbelief in his voice. "You look so beautiful. Wow. I just...wow."

Your cheeks instantly heated as Jonathan kept his tired eyes on you absolutely refusing to look at anything else. Your hands somehow found themselves pressing together tightly unsure of what to do or even say. This was still so new and you scrambled in your mind to find something appropriate to say in response.

"You look wow too." you told him with a bright smile feeling pretty proud of yourself in that moment for keeping your usual emotionally out of control self in check.

Jonathan couldn't help but laugh as the extreme proud-ness of your statement glowed on your body and on your smile. It was clear he found you amusing and seemed to appreciate the compliment as well even though he looked similar to how he normally dresses every single day.

"You're really adorable." he said with a smile before moving from the living room to the front door ready to head out for the day. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yep. I'm right behind you." you replied simply following him out the door and into the still chilly air shutting the door tightly behind you unsure of exactly when your parents would be returning home. It was uncommon for them to attend brunch at some random restaurant after the morning church service and socialize with their friends.

Jonathan, of course, raced you to the passenger side door of his car opening it easily as he waited for you to take your seat. He watched carefully as you slid onto the fabric covered seat situating yourself before tightly closing the door. Your eyes had been glued to him as he walked around the front of the car pushing some of his long bangs out of the way of his eyes. The driver's side door opened and Jonathan took a seat behind the steering wheel closing the door and turning the car on with a little effort as his old car seemed to sometimes rebel against him.
Just as your eyes drifted away from him and to the the front window where the front of your home had still closely been, you heard Jonathan quietly clear his throat.

"Hey..." you heard him say with a strange voice that sounded more anxious than anything else.

Quickly, you turned your head at his calling feeling instantly concerned by the sound of his voice though those fears were silenced when he made his move.

His body hesitated for only a second giving you the clue of what he was about to do. With confidence, he leaned over in his seat and firmly pressed his lips against yours moving in a familiar motion that managed to send your mind into the clouds. His lips shook ever so slightly but enough that you had felt them just as they were about to pull away. Your hand shot up from it's spot on your lap and took a new place on his cheek holding him in place and refusing to let go.

With your hand bringing him closer, his lips pressed harder against yours seemingly trying to take in every piece of you with such desperation that both of his hands left his side of the car and found their way on either side of your head pulling you just as close to him as you had been previously. Your air supply had been running low though you couldn't bring yourself to pull away from him. As his lips moved in a shaky rhythm with yours, you mentally decided that this was the way you wanted to die...of suffocation against Jonathan Byer's lips. Just as you made peace with your fate, the sound of a car horn beside where Jonathan had been parked startled you enough for the you to pull away from him and look in the direction of where the noise came from only to be staring into the eyes of your parents who looked more shocked and somewhat proud than anything else.

~~~To be continued~~~