Tower of Babel (Jonathan Ariga X Reader)

[1] Mistake

~(Your/Name) POV~

When I'd woken up, I could instantly tell I wasn't in my own room- partly because, I couldn't remember ever sharing my bed with anyone, yet there someone was. Right beside me, under the covers. For a minute, I lay paralyzed, analysing the back view of my mysterious partner: they had shaggy plain black hair and their skin seemed quite pale. Guess my taste in men didn't change- even when I was drunk (and I had definitely been drunk, all the scattered alcohol bottles proved that). Gently, I placed my hand on the person's shoulder, shaking them softly- I was far too curious and far too worried about who I'd slept with while I was intoxicated- earning muffled groans from the man. A sigh escaped me; stuck with a heavy sleeper. 

So, I decided to inspect the room some more- after all, it seemed that with every blink I took, my vision would become more focused as the sleep drifted away. The posters on the wall eventually sunk into solid pictures- cars, posters of old cars and newly modelled ones. My eyes squinted at the small white italic label in the poster's corner, tiny words, that read "Ariga Cars" before an even smaller print read "Used Car dealership". That's when I rapidly pulled the covers toward me- there was no doubt about it: from the male's appearance, to the tone of his voice, to the old poster. "J...Jonny?" My voice wavered uncomfortably as I called out to the man, who gave a low grumble before his own eyes shot open; he turned over, staring straight at me, "hey" I hesitantly greeted, earning a surprised "hey" back.   

It seemed to just be an awkward silence between us from that point- we got dressed silently and cleared the remaining traces of alcohol from last night, barely shooting a look to one another. Eventually, once I'd made myself something to drink (a glass of water and some pills to stop the migraine from a hangover) I leaned against the counter, "I thought you had a girlfriend..." I had become concerned about whether or not we would still be friends, so I brought up the main point between us. Jonny, meanwhile, stood by a window, enjoying a cigarette- "I do" he replied simply, never moving a muscle "I thought you had a boyfriend" was his blunt continuation. A loud sigh raked from my throat, "I got rid of him a few weeks ago- he was seeing another girl behind my back" to which Jonny hummed, letting out a puff of smoke; there was obviously a tension between us, and our partners were probably the worst thing to bring up in our particular situation. Yet we continued on that topic.

"How are you and you're girlfriend? I would have thought she would have been here to stop us doing anything" I decided it was best to not bring up exactly what had happened the night before; Jonny stubbed out his cigarette before spinning back to face me "we're alright- but she's staying with her parents, don't think she's happy with me" he vaguely remarked, only only bringing up more questions. Why wasn't she happy with him? Unfortunately, I didn't get the chance to ask, as he gave a sigh "I'm late, I've got got to get to work", and that was that.

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A/N: Hey guys! It's short, I know, but I doubt many people will read this anyway. I was just shocked to find practically no Catherine Fan fiction about Jonny (he's pretty attractive- what else can I say?). So I hope you enjoyed it because I should be updating this one. Bye.