Hating My Other Half (Jon Cozart)

Chapter 16: Graphic Tees

"WAKE UP!" Jon yelled in my face, he was hovering above me giving me a malicious smile. I pushed him off, and he quickly rolled off the bed.

I'm barely getting used to the fact that I have to sleep next to him, and now he wants to be on top of me.

"Don't. Ever. Do, that, again."

I mumbled, Jon gave me a thumbs off and stood at the edge of the bed.

He just stood there with a huge smile on his face, waiting for me to shout at him.

"what" I grunted, he just stared at me with that smile.

"Jon please just-" I slowly said.

"Our parents, left us a note..." Jon stammered. I sat up quickly, my heart was beating at the speed of light. They're planning our future, now they've planned this camping trip shit. What do we have to do now? Kiss during dinner in front of the whole family, or make Jon give me a piggy back ride up the mountain. Notes are never good, especially from our parents.

Jon hesitated to hand me the note, I snatched it out of his hands.

Looks like my mom's handwriting, frick frack.

'Hello married-to-be Jon & Holly,'

I'm gonna barf.

' We've headed out for a nice hike, we'll be back in three hours. For the mean time, please get ready to go out for a nice picnic, we have a surprise for you guys.'

I'm probably going to barf at the picnic, because I can already tell their plan is sick and horrible.

' Be dressed in the best clothes you brought. See you soon, Holly's Mum.'

I threw myself on the bed, it's barely the first day and I'm already exhausted from doing nothing.

"What do you think they're gonna make us do?" Jon asked, I glared at him.

"Make us fly a kite." I responded sarcastically, Jon frowned and pulled out a shirt from the drawers.

"What shirt is that?" I bolted up, we have to impress our parents.

From where I come from, a picnic means a nice meal that's usually romantic. If we're going to be affectionate might as well make Jon look pretty good.

"Um, it's a graphic tee with Darth Vader on it..." Jon answered, I shook my head and slapped the shirt out of his hands.

"Ow" he giggled. I pushed Jon out of the way, and search through the whole drawer. All he had was graphic tees, with ridiculous stuff on them. No plad, no plain colored shirts, just graphic tees.

"You're gonna be my husband and you expect to dress like a 15 year old to A PINIC. REALLY?!?" I ranted.

"Hey, I'm 22." Jon defended himself.

"Well then act like it." I snapped.

Jon just stared at me in awe and slow clapped as I put all of the clothes back in.

"I'm being serious." I hissed, he rolled his eyes and put his hand on his hip.

"Divorce is real easy ya know." He spoke, Jon acts like a child and it has had me to the highest degree possible of being annoyed. He's never grown up from his cocky, 10 year old persona.

"FUCKING STOP!" I yelled, and slammed the drawer shut. Jon looked a bit open to what I had to say to him.

"YOU'VE ACTED LIKE A 10 YEAR OLD SINCE THE FIRST DAY I MET YOU! IM TIRED.. I'm tired." I fumed,

I was at the verge of tears. Sitting down to catch my breath, Jon stood by the door with his shirt hanging from his left arm.

"So, are you going to leave me?" Jon mumbled at the floor.

"If I could I would, trust me. I'd take that opportunity in a blink."

I chuckled, but I was being completely serious. I'd do anything to get out of this disaster.

"I'm giving it to you right now," Jon swung the door open. I can't tell if he's being serious, or playing those jokes like he always does.

"A-a-are you serious?" I stuttered,

I can't even get my words out because I've never gotten this far. Jon always shrugs it off but this time he's given me an open door.

"I've blinked 10 times already, your statement is false." Jon muttered, for finally once he listened. Jon slowly closed the door, and sat next to me.

"It's not that you don't get the chances, it's just that you're afraid to leave me. All bark and no bite, we both know that the reason they had us arranged is so you could actually get somebody to marry you." He did not just say, I can't believe he really just said that. I stood up, quickly getting ready to stomp out that door.

"Or perhaps it was for Jon! The 22 year old nerd who's been dumped twice and is terrified of people. You've only had 2 girlfriends, I've had many. That says something, doesn't it?" I grunted, my vision started to blur from the tears forming on my eyes.

"Slut." He answered in pain, his eyes were glassy too.

"Virgin." I replied, feeling a tear roll down my cheek.

"Are we really going to be here insulting each other? I'm done with you, this wedding thing... It's over."

Jon slammed his shirt on the floor, and ran out the door wiping a couple tears.

I sat down at the edge of the bed and sobbed for a good hour.

Wondering why I was such a bitch to him, maybe the reason I hate him is because I'm so mean to him and he's just returning the favor.

Oh god, what have I done.