More Than Friends

Chapter 31 - Bored

"Uhhh least favorite word?"

"Um, it's either panties, ew, or m-moist." I hate both of those words with a passion.

Johnathan and I were bored with really nothing to do. We were sitting on the couch in my living room, my body perfectly tucked into to his with his arm around me. He was playing with one of the curls in my hair before he sat up and looked at me.

"Wait, what?"

"What?"

"Those words are so different."

"So...?"

"Well not really that but- ok moist I get," I shuddered when he said it. "But panties?"

I cringed again. "Stop!"

He laughed at my ridiculous choice in least favorite words.

"Ok seriously, though. Why do you hate them so much?"

"'Moist' is just bleh! An overall disgusting word. Then there's 'panties' which just, I don't know. I don't like it. Why can't people just say underwear? I mean it's not hard."

I was still scrolling through my Twitter feed trying to see what we could do when I realized he was still staring at me. I looked at his confused scrunched up face complimented with that smirk of his.

"I know it's stupid and I'm crazy but you asked. Plus you love me remember?"

I kissed his arm and kept scrolling. He chuckled and kissed the top of my head.

"Yeah I did. I guess I'm stuck with you and all your crazy delusions."

I heard my mom walk in but didn't pay any attention to her.

"Hey Mama Taylor, we're pretty bored,"

"Very bored!" I corrected.

"Any fun suggestions?"

"Read a book."

"Already tried that. John can't sit still for more than 10 minutes. Its like he's allergic to it."

"Hey!" I shrugged and my mom laughed.

"Do something free. Museum? Park? Board games?"

"OH! Are Brian and Aaron here? I would love to beat them in some Monopoly." Johnathan exclaimed.

"Nope, they're at Kevin's down the street."

We were getting nowhere. Most Sundays we just sit together and watch a movie or do homework and enjoy each others company without even speaking to each other. Its great and neither of us complains.

"The parks not a bad idea though," Johnathan started. "We could walk."

"Its cold though."

"It's like 65 degrees and I know you have at least 3 of my hoodies so there's no excuse." He got up and extended his hand to me. I frowned at him but got up anyway.

I grabbed one of the, as it turns out, 5 hoodies I had taken from him. The olive green NorthFace he left a few weeks ago. He probably won't get any of them back anytime soon. They smell like him and like 2 sizes bigger on me which makes them comfortable as hell. How could I not love them?