Why Dont We Preferences and Imagines

WHY!//Jonah//Mel

"Ugh!" I groaned as I rolled around in my bed, trying to find the source of heat that was just in the same bed as I am in now. "Jonah where are you?" I whispered, moving my hands around the bed. I grabbed a pillow that he slept on and brought it close to me. 

I was almost fast asleep again but then I heard a voice that I knew all too well from the kitchen. He was singing his song Just to See You Smile  and I have to admit I was a bit jealous of his amazing voice.

I hurriedly got out of bed and slipped on my shoes to walk to the kitchen. I spotted Jonah making something that smelt extremely nice.

"JoJo, that smells so nice," I said, wrapping my arms around his back and placing my head on his back as well.

"It does doesn't it," He said, pausing his singing but continued after addressing me.

"Why must you be such an amazing singer," I groaned, almost falling asleep on his back.

"What was that?" Jonah asked, turning the stove off and turning around to face me so my head was now in his chest.

"I asked why you must be so good at singing," I said sleepily.

"I'm sorry I am a good singer," He chuckled, placing a kiss on my forehead. I giggled at his reaction and I closed my eyes again.

I felt Jonah push me off him and I stumbled almost to the floor.

"Jonah, what was that for?" I asked him, staring at him in disbelief.

"I need to eat," He said, placing the food he had made on a plate. I went to grab some but he put it all above his head.

"Jonah!" I groaned, jumping to grab the plate. Just like usual, I couldn't reach the plate so I stopped jumping.

"Why must you be so tall!" I groaned whilst stomping away to sit on the couch. Jonah was a couple steps behind and he was following me, making sure I was ok.

"Jonah, I am fine," I said as I sat down, him sitting right next to me.

"I just want to make sure you aren't actually mad."

"I would never be mad and things you can't control, it would just be nice to have some of your height and a sliver of your voice would be nice too," I said, cuddling into his chest as he ate.

"Well, you could just constantly wear heels or I could walk on my knees? Would that help?" He asked, chuckling at his own solution.

"The second one sounds best for me," I admitted. I laughed as I looked at him and he smiled at me with a mouthful of food. He swallowed his food and then began talking again.

"That helps height I guess, but what about voice?" He asked himself. He then opened his mouth and began to sing in a terrible way. I put my hands around my ears and buried my head into his chest so I couldn't hear him. He finally stopped singing and I looked at him.

"What was that!" I whisper yelled.

"You said you don't like me being a good singer, so now I am a  horrible singer," He said. I laughed at him and pecked his lips.

"Maybe stick to singing well," I said. He laughed at my observation and spoke words that I loved to hear.

"Mel, you are beautiful, inside and out."