Jonnor One Shots

Titanic (Connor's POV)

"Are you seriously telling me that you haven't seen Titanic?"

Jude nods. "Yeah. Foster parents normally don't let you watch tv or anything so I never got around it."

"Oh," I say. I always feel bad when he talks about all the horrible foster homes he's been in. It sucks and I suck for always talking about things that somehow bring the conversation around to it. It seems like anything can be traced back to foster homes though. I don't know. Maybe it's just me. 

"I'm free this Saturday," Jude says. 

"What?" What does that mean? Like free for a date? No, Connor, stop thinking that. Jude's not gay. Or maybe he is, I don't know. He isn't out though so I can't do anything about these feelings. They are barely even feelings though. Just...thoughts. Musings, if you will.

"Yeah, are you? You should come over and we can watch Titanic." We stop at his locker. It's the end of the day and he hates taking home things he doesn't need. So efficient. I love that. 

"Oh, yeah, sure. I gotta go so text me, okay?"

"Okay." 

I leave quickly and hide my smile. 

-----------------------------Now it's Saturday----------------------------

I ring the bell. 

"I'll get it!" I hear Jude call from inside. He opens the door and I laugh. I don't laugh in a mean way. I laugh in a 'Oh-my-God-Jude-Is-Cute-And-I-Like-Him-And-Am-Gay' way.

"What are you wearing?"

"What? I got a Titanic shirt. You know, for the movie."

"Ohhhh," His shirt says "I'm not going down with the Ship." Ship is capitalized. I don't get why. 

"So, come in," he says, opening the door. He's so fucking sweet. It's like eating sugar from a bag. Except that's a little gross and Jude isn't gross at all. I swear, he showers 18 times a day. But that all good. He's cute. I like that. 

I step inside the house. I follow him up to his bedroom where we sit beside each other on the bed. He pulls out his laptop and clicks a few tabs away before turning on the movie. He sets his hand down and I put mine next to it so that they are close, but not touching. I can practically feel his body heat. I want to hold his hand. I do. But I can't bring myself to be that bold. 

After about a hour, he pauses the movie. "I'm going to use the bathroom. I'll be right back." He gets up and goes down the hall. He returns shortly and plays the movie again. When he sits down, he puts his hand on top of mine. 

"Sorry," he says, moving his hand. 

"No, it's okay." I say in the nicest, but secretly flirty way that I can. I smile. And he looks at me so I stop smiling. I think I made him uncomfortable. "Actually, it's kind of late. Maybe I should get going-" 

He grabs my hand and pulls me in. "Don't go." He says. I nod and lean in to kiss him. He kisses me back and fireworks explode inside me. I put my hands around his face and let him pull me closer. 

"Does this mean we aren't finishing the movie?" I ask.

"Well we can..."

"Okay. I just want to know if, you know, we should do this. Instead of watching."

"Okay," he whispers. 

-----dramatically fades to black-----