The Boy Behind the Mask {Delirious}

Chapter 34

Jonathan

Macy saved the world with just her smile. She was so perfect that sometimes I wondered if I had gone off the deep end and she was just a beautiful hallucination.

We had just spent three hours helping Evan move into his new apartment, which he found a few days after he and Macy came back. Most of his furniture was flown in with the help of a few of his friends from Canada. He needed time to organize things, so we drove back home after carrying everything into the apartment.

Macy was exhausted from carrying so many boxes that she pulled me to the couch the instant we got home and laid her head on my chest.

Her hand would occasionally find its way to my hair, running her fingers through the tangled mess. Other times, I could feel her smile against the thin fabric of my shirt.

"I want to stay like this forever," she whispered.

"Being lazy?"

She shook her head. "Being with you. Jonathan, I'm willing to give it my all if you're willing to try."

"Meaning?"

Macy sat up and smiled at me. "You'll see in a few hours."

I didn't like surprises all that much, but the bright smile on Macy's face was the only thing that mattered. If she was happy, I was happy.

Maybe it had been a few minutes or an hour of staring up at the ceiling. I wasn't sure. Macy fell asleep quickly. She was worn out. Earlier, she swore that she would be able to carry the heavier boxes from the truck, up the stairs, and into Evan's apartment. I wasn't surprised when she did it.

It wasn't that Macy was strong. She was just resilient to no extent. She always had hope and she always looked to a brighter future even when it was difficult for her. She probably couldn't bear it if she had given up on something, only'd be too disappointed that she didn't will herself hard enough. Her heart was too big for her body.

Sometimes I'd wonder how she was ever able to function with how sympathetic she was. Macy couldn't go past a homeless man without sending him the kindest smile and maybe a dollar if she had enough in her pocket to spare. And when someone was sad, it troubled her mind until she couldn't take it anymore and did everything she could to make that person happy. If there ever was chaos, she'd try to find a way to settle it. She would take control of the situation and fix it right up with a stern voice and serious glare.

If someone asked if I loved Macy, I wouldn't deny it. If they asked why, I wouldn't tell them who she is. I'd tell what she's done because everyone Macy has ever met only benefitted from her presence. I was the luckiest one to keep her around this long.

The doorbell rang while Macy continued on sleeping. With slow movements, I got up from the couch and rested her head on a cushion. Luke was at the door when I answered it.

"Wasn't expecting you to drop by," Jonathan grinned. "Need anything?"

"Macy and I were just going to talk for a while at the bakery. It's kind of important."

I let him in. Macy apparently stirred awake when we were talking. Her eyes were the smallest bit open as she slowly looked around the room.

"Luke's here," I whispered to her. Her eyes immediately widened and she scrambled to stand up. She rushed upstairs and when she ran back down, her hair was nearly combed and she had on an extra jacket.

"We'll be back soon," Macy smiled, placing a kiss on my cheek before leaving.

God, she probably didn't even know the effect she had on me.

While they were out, I went upstairs to my room. Nogla, Brock, and Wildcat were available so we spent the next few hours playing tron on GTA V. Though, I couldn't focus much. Whatever Macy had planned was all I could think about.

"Hey, Delirious? You alright there?" Nogla asked.

"Yeah, sorry. There's just a lot happening in my personal life."

I could tell that they were interested, especially Nogla who had quietly gasped after I said "personal life". I never talked about my life to them, mostly because not much happened and I was ashamed of who I was and what I did. For the longest time, I was bitter, I stole, and I spent everyday indoors playing video games. Macy nearly turned my whole world around.

"We can take a break for a while and talk about it. We never usually hear about your life and we want to be there for you," Brock spoke for the three of them, "if you're comfortable with it, of course."

Fear slightly crept into me. These were my friends, though, and I trusted them.

"If I start talking, I'm probably going to keep talking for a while." They said they were fine with it so I took a deep breath. "Well, I met a girl and she's honestly perfected my life. Before I met her, I was this antisocial douchebag who stayed inside his house all day. She was too kind to me when we first met since I was a bit of an asshole to her and I hadn't even realized, but I started to trust her. My mom died a few weeks ago. She was there for me then and has been ever since. It's not even that she changed my life. She led me to change my own. I love her. Like fuck, I love her and I have no idea what to do."

The skype call was silent for a while and I frowned. Maybe I revealed too much that they were having trouble processing or maybe everything I said was either too confusing or too mushy for them to comprehend.

"Marry her," Nogla suddenly said.

The thought crossed my mind.

"No!" Brock shouted. "Don't listen to him. Not that it's a bad thing to get married, but you have to be patient with these things. Telling her you love her doesn't just lead to marriage. Give it a year or two because once you tell her you love her and you take that big step, it's not just some easy path that leads to a happy ending. There's always ups and downs, and compromises and differences in what you two want in the future."

"What he said," Wildcat added in.

Brock was completely right. The thought of marriage crossing my mind was absolutely insane. Maybe I was just too infatuated with Macy that I needed to get my priorities straight.

I smiled. "Thank you guys. I know the first most personal thing you wanted to hear about me wouldn't be about a girl, but she's special."

"They always are," Tyler and Brock said simultaneously, causing all four boys to erupt into laughter.

Jonathan was happy.

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My baby deserves to be happy. Get ready for the next chapter because it's gonna be a friggin' fluff overload. Vote and comment one whole paragraph on your thoughts of this portrayal of Jonathan or literally anything else in the book (because I would genuinely love to hear your thoughts)

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