Stockholm Syndrome: A Why Don't We story

Chapter 23:

"Wow, it's beautiful. I love it." Daniel approves.

"Thank you. I have to go show Jonah, and then you can have it." I say, getting up from my seat. I walk down the hall and come across Jonah's room. I hear moaning. Really? I thought Jonah had a girl over, but then I heard him moan MY name. The door is opened slightly. I peer in, but right after, I regret it. I knock on the door.

"Just a minute!" He shouts. A few minutes later, Jonah comes to the door in sweatpants with his hair messed up. "Yeah?"

"Did you want to see the drawing of Daniel?" I ask.

"Yeah. Where is it?" He teased, looking past the drawing that was placed in my hand.

"Ha ha ha. Very funny." I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes. "It's right here." I hand him the picture, and his jaw drops.

"Wh- How did you do this?!? This one is better than the ones you drew of me!" He yells making me jump a little.

"This one I had a model for. The others I based off of memory. If you want one of this detail, you will have to model for me." I explain to him.

"Yeah! When can we do one?" He asked eagerly.

"Soon. Can we watch a movie though?"

"Yeah, let's go." We walk over to the bonus room.

"Here's your picture Daniel." I say, handing it to him and sitting down in a beanbag.

"Thank you."

"What movie did you want to watch?" Jonah asks.

"Nightmare on Elm Street?" I suggest. Daniel agrees and so does Jonah. As we watch the movie, Daniel looks so scared that he might piss himself. "Daniel? I thought you wanted to watch this."

 "Shut up." Daniel mumbles, a shade of red creeping up his cheeks.

"Come here." I say, with a chuckle. He scoots closer and I end up pulling him close to me and cuddling with him. I look over at Jonah and his jaw is clenched along with his fists. Daniel nuzzles his head in my neck. Almost like Ryan or Reece used to. I start to think about Zach again. Until I'm snapped out of my thoughts by a door slamming. I jolt up and look around and notice Jonah isn't in the room. Daniel seems to be scared shitless. We sit there for a little while, giving Jonah some time to calm down. "Daniel. I'll be back." I say in a calming voice and walk out of the room. I knock on Jonah's door.

"Go away!" Jonah yells.

"Jonah, stop being an emotional little bitch and let me the fuck in. You're acting like a teenage girl." I inform him. I hear footsteps and the door opens. I'm hit with the smell of weed. "Well shit, Jo. I didn't know you smoked."

"What?" He asks, with an attitude.

"I came to see if you were okay, but now? Can I join?" I ask with a smile.

"Yeah, whatever." He gives in, rolling his eyes with a smirk. He walks back in the room with me following behind him. He passes me paper and a dime of weed. I roll and seal it, looking at him through my lashes the whole time. I continue to light it.

After a few minutes of sitting in silence, I ask him, "Have you ever used a bong?" He shakes his head. "What about a pipe?" He shakes his head again. I place the blunt between my middle and ring finger and close my hand around it gently. My other hand goes under the hole my left hand makes and bring it up to my mouth. I breathe in and hold it, then blow it up into the air, making rings of smoke. "Did you catch that, Jo?"

"Yeah. I think so." He copies my motions, but he ends up coughing hysterically.

"You good?" I ask with a laugh. He nods and we take another hit. This continues for a few minutes. He takes his last hit, but this time he comes close to me and leans like he is going to kiss me and blows the smoke in my mouth. I hold it then lean back and blow it to the ceiling. I slowly lean forward to see Jonah right where he was before.

He leans in again, but this time our lips connect. I feel fireworks. No. Scratch that. I feel a whole fucking nuclear war. His lips are softer than I imagined. The feeling I once craved is now being fulfilled. The way his lips taste is unimaginable, unlike anything I ever felt before. I pull away to take a breath and look him in the eye. His blood shot eyes have darkened, and he attacks my lips once again. His lips move down my neck, finding my sweet-spot and leaving a trail of hickeys. "J-jo." I breathe. "Not right now, baby. I don't want you to do something you might regret." I tell him. He pulls away from my neck and steps back a little. We stand there in awkward silence until I decide to leave the room.

I walk into the room with Daniel and see that he's sleeping. He looks so adorable! I lay down in the same position I was in with him before and fall asleep in his arms.