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18. Jamie

Johnnies P.O.V.

We leave Walmart, an oddly large number of several strange things for a pair of teenage boys. After we get home and put the groceries away, we sit on the couch and eat cheese it's and drink Mountain Dew. We have to go pick Richie up tomorrow early in the morning. I'm laying basically on top of Nat and we're watching batman v.s. Super man when someone knocks on the door.
"I'll get it." I say, getting up. I walk to the front door to find Kyle, in tears, holding a kitten. Wtf?
"Uh...hey Johnnie. I found this cat on the road and I was close by so I decided to come by and ask if you knew anyone who needs a cat. I would have texted first but I was driving and the poor thing is all wet and skinny and I couldn't just leave it there."
"It's fine Kyle, come in. The cat will be fine. " I reassure him, stepping back from the door. I jog back to the closet and get a small blanket for the cat. I can hear Kyle say hi to Nat and tell him about the cat. Nat goes and gets milk from the fridge and pours it in a bowl. I return to the living room, laying out the blanket on the floor. Kyle sets the cat on it and Nat comes back with milk for it. We all just sit there for a second, on the floor, huddled around the cat.
"It was just on the road?" Nat asks. Kyle nods, wiping his nose in his jacket sleeve. I hate how he always does that. It makes a mess of his jackets. And I love his jackets.
We all just stare at the kitten for an awkwardly long time until Nat speaks up.
"Johnnie?"
"Hm?"
"Can we um...can we keep it?" He looks up at me hopefully. How can I say no to that face? I'm really more of a dog person. I sigh.
"There's nothing with the apartment that says we cant." I finally say. Nat grins, and leans forward to kiss me, but I pull back. "On one condition, can we keep this feline." He raises one eyebrow. I didn't know he could do that. I try not to laugh, holding a straight face for what I have to say next. "It doesn't get a gender specific name, and you have to let me put it in little cat clothes." He laughs, but agrees.

Kyle leaves a while later. Nats decided to name the cat Jamie. Now that it's not soaked, it's a fluffy little grey thing with giant yellowish green eyeballs.
"Sorry about that," I say to Nat as we sit back down to Finnish our movie. "Kyle just loves animals a lot. He's got a big nods, smiling.
"It's alright, and I got a kitty out of it, didn't I?"

Later that night, I'm laying in Nats arms, trying to fall asleep. It's late. Our movie ended late, so we went to bed late, and now I can't sleep, and it's LATE.
Laying awake at night is not good for me. I'm feeling a little depressed. Also, my head hurts. I have to get up early tomorrow to go get Richie. I hope he and Nat can get along alright. I can feel Nats chest rise and fall against my back. But even as I lay here, my mind keeps flashing me images of the past.
Holding his hand. Kissing his cheek. Cuddling with him on the very bed I'm laying on, with a different guy. Snap out of it Johnnie! I firmly put a block on this memories. The last thing I need right now is to think about a broken relationship that should have never happened. Besides, I have Nat. And I love Nat. I move around, so that I'm facing Nats sleeping body, I wrap my arms around his chest and snuggle my face into his neck. He rolls a little onto me, hugging me closer in his sleep.

Nats P.O.V.
I wake up to johnnies alarm clock going off.
Johnnie rolls over, and I sit up. Ugh. I feel like I didn't sleep at all.
"The airport will probably be crowded, so we should leave by six thirty." Johnnie mumbles. It's 6:00.
He gets up and walks over to the dresser where his phone is plugged in, I can't take my eyes off of him. He's shirtless, as usual, and dammmmm. He turns around.
"What?" He smiles.
Fluff warning. You're welcome, dont_eat_soap
"Nothing." I get up, putting on a shirt. I grab some jeans and go change in the bathroom. When I get back, he's still sitting on the bed, but dressed now. I can't help but bite my lip. I sit by him on the bed, and he turns to me to say something. I can't tell you what it was, though, because I cut him off with a kiss. I push him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him. His hands are on my neck, but move to my chest. He pushes me back, sitting up.
"We don't have time for this," he says, even though he's smiling. He kisses me gain, contradicting himself. I pull his shirt off of him, pushing him into laying again. I'm kissing his neck, while he laughs and says, "I just got dressed."
"Actually," I say between kisses, "you just got undressed." He laughs and tries feebly  to push me off of him again.I grab his hands, and hold then over his head. I hear his breath hitch when I bite down on his neck gently, but enough to leave a mark.
"Nat...ah....we really are going to be late..." he says. I sigh and let go of his hands. Fuck. He has a new bite mark on his neck along with a hickey a little farther up. That will have to do for now, I think, laughing to myself.
--Fluff over--
"What's so funny?" He says, sitting up a little. I kiss him once more and grab his hand, pulling him into standing.
"Nothing." I say. I pick up his shirt and pull it half way over his head, so just his eyes are visible, and ruffle his hair. "I'll just have to Finnish undressing you later." I leave the room, Johnnie beet red and trying to fix his hair, chuckling to myself.

Johnnies P.O.V.

I pull my shirt down the rest of the way, trying to think about anything but what just happened. We have stuff to do today, I remind myself. Shit. Richie. I glance at the clock. It's 6:45. I send a text to richie telling him we're probably going to be a little late. Got...distracted, I say.
I walk out through the hallway, towards the bathroom. Nat comes down the all, going the opposite way. He pauses and stares at my neck for a seond, grinning, "oops." He says, and keeps walking. A little nervous, I walk into the bathroom. Looking in the bathroom mirror, I can see a purple bite mark on my neck, and a bit lower, a small tail of hickeys.
"Shit..." I mumble, lightly rubbing my neck. Richie is going to know we're together before I can tell him. I look at the bite mark on my neck, and am a surprised at the thought that I like this display of possession. Nats protective possessive side is a sexy unknown territory. And I want to cross this territories line more often. More turned on than I'd like to be at the moment, I wander through the house, collecting the things I need to bring.

When we finally get into the car, it's about seven.  I drive, and Nat puts on some music. We're listening to blood my my chemical romance with the windows down. I keep laughing because Nat is telling every few words out the window at innocent bystanders. He's in a really good mood today. I wish out drive was longer, but we get to the airport and drive around, looking for Richie. He said he'd be waiting outside. Spotting the right sign, I see Richie and pull up.
"Hey!" He says, hugging me.
"Hey. This is nat," I say. Nat and Richie shake hands. "God guys, don't be so formal," I say, causing laughter.
"Hi." Nat says. He glances at me, and I know what he's thinking.
"Richie, Nats my boyfriend." I say, a little hesitantly. He doesn't look surprised.
"No shit. Nice little mark of possession," he says to nat, nodding towards my neck. I feel myself blushing, and bury my face in Nats shoulder, grabbing his hand. Nat laughs with richie, unashamed.
"Your not embarrassed?" I ask, while we wait for richie to get back from the bathroom.
"Why would I be embarrassed for marking what's mine?" He smirks, and I stand on my toes to kiss him.

We help him put his bags I into he trunk, and all get back in the car.

Ugh sorry for the infrequent updates. I have five chapters after this written but I never get wifi. Will post as soon as possible. IM SORRY!!!! 😭