Jonathan Joseph

Chapter 4

You know how they say if you look up at the sky and can see the moon's face your suppose to make a wish? I don't know if my parents were the only ones to ever tell me this but until today I never believed it. The fresh smell of the sea water blew in the wind against my nose as I just lay there in the sand looking up at the sky. The waves rushing in and out of shore was enough to put me asleep. But the problem was I couldn't. I turned my body over letting my head rest on Jonathan's chest as he wrapped his arms around me - his movement making his strong cologne linger also easing me down. "I finally saw the moons face." I mumbled into his chest. "Make a wish babe." He said tiredly. I closed my eyes and thought of the many things I could wish for but truthfully I didn't want one because laying here with him right now? I wouldn't trade it up for anything.

The best way I can explain this without being totally cliche, is I don't mind being one half because apart of being one half makes you feel so happy when you are with the person that completes you. Everything else in the world doesn't matter.

Most of us look for a shelter, a hole, a something.

To keep us away from the terrible things in the real world...

And frankly Jonathan Joseph was my shelter.

"I should probably get you home now, it's getting late." He ran his fingers through his rough hair.

"No. Just fall asleep here with me." I whined.

"Your parents are gonna freak." He began.

"I don't care."

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It was after nine on this Tuesday night so that being, I had to close up the place. While I was wiping down the tables it was like I was doing them but I wasn't really there, I was really lost in a trance of memories that just made me think harder about certain things that happened in the past.

Of course I gotten over the 'why couldn't it have been me' phase but I will never get over what my future could have been with him.

I probably would've went to college, and still would be in contact with my parents.

I don't even want to get into that anyway.

I pushed my thoughts aside setting the last table of chairs up, untying my apron then hanging it up. I let out a deep breath wiping my hands across my face then I shut off the kitchen lights walking out of there.

when I returned to the tables the one table in the middle of the place had two set of cups, forks and napkins placed out on the table.

"What the-"

"I remember the first time we came to this place."

I turned around startled to see Jonathan standing a couple feet behind me, hands in his jean pockets.

"I do too." I smiled in thought.

I walked over to the table pulling out the chair taking a seat. As freaky and insane this was I was kind of getting used to the thought of him around not sure if I'm to fond of it just being my imagination but it just seem to real to be just that.

I was afraid that once he'd come over and sit across from me I wouldn't be able to breathe but instead when he took his seat my air ways didn't feel like they were being chopped off.

But I did feel like I was only breathing out of one nostril and frankly I didn't mind.

"You look beautiful tonight." He complimented.

But I didn't feel as nearly as extravagant as he did I mean he had most of the moon light shining on him practically causing him to glisten.

"Remember when you said you didn't go to college because of me." He brought up.