AN: guys I'm skipping the wedding and whatnot. I got badly writers blocked and the only way I could fix it was to just skip to the part where they get home.
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"How'd spending a week away with Jon go?" Chelsea asked, as I put some stuff into boxes.
I smiled, "It was nice to get away for a while. Especially with Jon."
She smirked, "I'm sure it was." She helped me then, "I have my first ultrasound tomorrow."
"Oh really?" I asked.
"Yeah, you wanna come?" She invited, "Sadly, Troy can't make it. He has work."
I nod, "Course I'll come."
"Yay!" Chelsea claps, and we continue my packing.
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I pick up my phone, and text Jon asking if he wants to hang.
It took a few minutes for him to respond, but that's nothing different.
"Can't babe," the text read, "I'm with the bros tonight."
I reply with a simple text, "That's okay. Have fun."
It didn't bother me, really, I had just spent a week with him.
I head downstairs to the living room, and sit next to Chelsea, who was watching Toddlers and Tiaras.
"Rerun?" I asked.
"Yeah, but a good one, at least." Chelsea informs me.
I nod, and take a m&m from her bowl.
"She doesn't deserve to win! She throws to many tantrums." I complain as it ends.
Chelsea nods "Right?! It shoulda been the blonde cutie. She's the best."
"I know. I think it's so rigged." I scoff.
"Probably." Chelsea sighs, "Well, Imma get to bed. I'm a tired pregnant lady."
I laugh, "Alright. See ya tomorrow."
"Night." She walks away.
I use the empty space on the couch to lie down, then change the channel to a movie that had just started.
After a little, I started getting sleepy. I started drifting away, having already seen this movie twice.
I wake up in the middle of the night with a hurt neck, and a stiff back.
I groan, and push myself up. Lazily, I slug myself up the stairs, finding my way through the dark hallway.
Entering my room, I shuffle to my bed, but I hear a noise. I stop, waiting for it to happen again. I lose patience, but there it is again. A knock.
I slowly turn to my closet, nervously biting my lip. I walk slowly, my mind instantly acting like I was in a terrible horror movie.
But, aware of the stupidness of those movies I do not say, "Anyone There?", or "Hello?".
I reach out to the knob, but it bursts open, barley missing my face.
Someone pulls me in, cupping their hand over my mouth, but to where I could still breath.
I scream, but they stop me, "Shhh,"
I bit their hand.
"Ouch." a familiar voice complains.
I groan, and face him, "Jon, you suck."
"I know." he laughs, capturing my lips into a sweet kiss.
The door opens, "What's going- ew." Chelsea scoffs, "I thought I was saving someone, but noooo, I just interrupt a little make-out fest. My bad." She smirks, before closing the door again.
Jon shrugs, kissing me once more.
I pull away, "What're you doing in my closet at four in the morning?"
"Coming to visit you, is that wrong?" he acts offended.
I nod, but he can't see me, "Yes, if you act like you're a murder, scaring me like that."
"I'm sorry, love." I can tell he's smiling.
"It's alright, I guess." I chuckle.
We embrace each other, our lips mashing together, moving smoothly.
"We can leave the closet," I pull away.
"No, I'm good here." He kisses me again, but his phone interrupts.
He groans, and answers, "Yes?"
He sits in silence for a minute, and I can hear a muffled voice, "Not now." he mumbles.
I raise my eyebrow.
"I'm kind of busy. I'll, um, call you tomorrow." He speaks quietly into the phone, "Uh huh, bye"
"Who is calling you at this early the morning?"
He hesitates, "Um, my boss. She's kind of crazy."
"Oh," I don't fully believe it, "Okay, lets go lay down." I took his hand, and we sat on my bed.
"You sure it's your boss?" I question.
He huffs some air, "Yes, would you really not believe me?"
I nod, "Maybe. Who's boss calls them at four-thirty in the morning, Jon? No ones!"
"Mine does."
"Let me see your phone." I demand.
He rolls his eyes, "No."
"Jon, give me your phone. Now."
"No."
I see it in his hand, so I grab for it. I eventually get it out of his hold, but we end up on the ground, in a tangled mess.
The phone lies two feet away from me. We share a glance before both stretching out to it.
I luckily get it first, and jump up, unlocking his phone. I go to his calls and the most recent is most definitely not his boss.
"Why has Rylie been calling you for three days?" I asked.
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Okay guys I know it's SUPER SHORT. I just really needed a quick update. I haven't updated in so long.
I'm thinking about ending this soon, I'm just losing motivation to continue it.
I'm thinking around chapter 30? And possibly, if you guys want, a sequel. I would have to think about it though.
Anyway, I've been reading Divergent. I just finished insurgent, and am about to read Allegiant. I love them so much. I ship Fourtris so much.
I'm seeing The Fault In Our Stars today! I'm so excited!!
Well I better go and buy my kangaroo a banjo.
Bye!
~NickJonasLove
