Hadley: An Ansel Elgort Fan Fiction

Chapter 2

The crisp night air begged me to go back inside but I didn't budge. I wanted Jonathan Ryan, and I was going to get him. I traipsed down my driveway and found him sitting on the swing in my neighbor's yard. My neighbor was an 87 year old woman named Peach; I was sure she wouldn't mind. He wore a black hoodie and khaki shorts. He smiled as I sat down next to him. He put his arm around me and my stomach flipped.

"It's freezing out here," he said and pulled me to him. My legs were draped over his lap and my head lay on his chest. I looked up at him.

"Why are you here?" I asked bluntly.

"I wanted to see you. I haven't seen you all summer."

I nodded. "Can I tell you something?"

"Well, yeah."

"You're hot," I blurted out.

He chuckled. "Thanks. You're hot too."

I shifted and planted a kiss on his cheek. He smiled and moved his head so our lips touched. "Go out with me, Hadley."

"I don't know..." I grinned. "I'm just kidding, okay."

He kissed me again, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I've dreamed about this moment for months.

"Eh-hem," someone near us cleared their throat. I turned my head slightly, annoyed. A guy stood about 30 feet in front of us.

"What are you doing on my grandma's swing?" he asked. He was tall, definitely over 6 feet. I instantly liked him.

I swung my feet off of Jonathan and stood up. "Sorry, we just-"

"We're about to get it on, on my grandma's swing of all places?" he sneered.

"No? Look we didn't know anyone even lived here," I lied. "Lay off."

Johnathan stood up and took my hand in his. I smiled up at him.

"If you two are done..." the guy began.

Okay, so I didn't like him so much. He had a Camry parked behind him; he must've just gotten home from somewhere.

"Do you live here?" I asked him.

He looked at me, puzzled. "Why should I tell you?"

"I live next door." I gestured to my house just yards away.

"Yeah I do."

"I've never seen you before."

"I just moved in."

"So you're Peach's grandson?"

"Yeah."

"Why are you moving in with her?"

"Do you always ask so many damn questions?"

"Yes," Jonathan answered.

The guy looked at Jonathan, then back to me. "My dad, he's in jail."

"Why?" I asked.

"Hadley, come on," Jonathan tugged at my hand.

"I really should get inside. Call me later," I told Jonathan. He hesitated, then said okay, kissed me again, and walked home. He only lived a few blocks down the road. I sat back down on the swing.

"What'd your dad do?" I pried.

The guy rolled his eyes and sat down next to me. "Is that guy your boyfriend?"

"Do you always answer a question with another question?"

He sighed. "He stole some money from his company."

"How do you steal from your own company?"

"I don't know, okay?"

"Okay. And yeah he is my boyfriend."

"What kind of name is Hadley?"

"What kind of- what's your name?"

"Ansel; I guess I shouldn't really be talking."

He laughed.

"No you shouldn't," I told him.

I studied his face. He had these full, gorgeous lips that almost made me wet just looking at them. And golden, brown eyes, the same color of his hair that fell in waves over his forehead. He was hot.

"Funny, you have that boyfriend and here you are, sitting here, drooling over me."

I laughed. "I'm not drooling."

He shrugged. "I won't tell him."

I rolled my eyes. "You're alright, but I've been waiting for that guy to make a move for months, and he finally did. I'm not going to mess it up."

"Okay, I didn't ask for your life story."

"You're a dick," I said simply.

He laughed. "And you're feisty. I like that." He scooted closer.

"I'm going inside now. See you around Arthur." I stood up from the swing and started for my driveway.

"It's Ansel!"

I waved and walked back into my house.