Jonathan Joseph

Chapter 2

"Tonight's our night." Jonathan smiled at me, I swear since the day I met him that smile gave me butterflies until I felt sick.

"What's exactly our night?" I laughed.

He slid his hands on my waste and slowly guided me against the the kitchens counter, I bit my bottom lip as we kept eye contact for a moment but before he could plant his lips on mine our time was up when we suddenly heard the sound of dad's car door slamming close.

"Run." I whispered and raised an eyebrow.

"Let's sneak out tonight." He whispered.

"Jonathan go he's coming." I pushed him now.

He pulled the back door open gave me a peck on the cheek and shut it quietly, I then pulled out a jar of peanut butter, opened it, and pulled out a spoon. Just in time my father came in to see me downing a spoon full of peanut butter.

"Chelsea." My father shouted from the living room after slamming the door shut. I looked up at him once he finally located me in the kitchen and he held up a familiar pink piece of paper glaring at me.

I gasped. "What does this one say?" I snatched it out his hands.

See you tonight:) - JJ

I smiled lost in a world of my own before my dad came raining all over it snatching it right out of my hands. "I'm sure as hell your mother didn't write this."

"Well, if you ask me it kind of does look like her hand writing-"

"This is funny?" He raised his voice. "I told you a million times I don't want you seeing that boy." He shouted.

Before I could even gather up the words to fight back the sound of moms slippers trailed in from the bedroom into the kitchen. "What is all the yelling about?" She questioned.

"This boy-"

Mom threw her hands in the air getting ready to turn herself around and go back to bed but she took one look at me then back at him. "George she's seventeen for crying out loud."

I knew from the look on dad's face and her face I might've just stirred up a fight.

"Can you go upstairs." He mumbled.

I scooped up the jar but before I could continue off I was interrupted midway. "Leave the peanut butter." They said in unison.

I threw the spoon in the sink and left the jar on the counter and threw my hands up in defeat backing away to make my way upstairs.

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"Hey."

I jumped up and opened my eyes in need of oxygen for a moment as I franticly looked at my surroundings. "Hey, your okay, Your fine." The old hunched over man said trying to keep me calm. When I realized where I was I kind of wish I would just fall back asleep. "It's getting late and I have to lock the front gate now." I recognized this man now, this routine happened often but I never seemed to have got his name, I wasn't so sure I had enough time to ask before he started walking off.

"Wait." I called out.

I stood up and swiped the dirt off my jeans and push my hair behind my ears. "What is your name?" I questioned.

When he gave me a smirk the black stains on his was an obvious sign of tobacco. "James, just James the cemetery worker." He pulled on his brown dingy gloves and after I nodded he went on his way doing his job.

I turned around face to face with the name Jonathan Joseph III plastered on a tombstone. It took me long enough to get the courage to come down here and visit, the first time I did I broke down crying until my eyes were full blown blood shot red almost ready to fall out of sockets and to this day I still cry frankly because not only did I loose my first love I lost a best friend who I've known all of my middle school through high school years.