Hating My Other Half (Jon Cozart)

Chapter 21: Not So Smooth Now

"Come on, kids, wake up."

I stirred, slightly opening my eyes, ready to yell at whoever is waking me up.

But I see both me and Jon's moms standing in the door way, grinning.

I rolled my eyes to myself, then decided to sit up. As I pushed myself up, I fell back down, Jon's arms wrapped around me.

I realized the parents had been broadly beaming at the fact we had been embraced.

I untangle myself from the sleeping boy's grip, and sit up. The moms give a slight chuckle, "Will you wake Jon up, dear," Mrs. Cozart smiled, "Then you two come in for breakfast?"

I give a slight nod, "Sure."

They both give a knowing look before closing the door. I sat in the silence for a bit, it felt nice.

I could hear the birds chirping out side, and out the window I could see the leaves on the trees sway, the slight wind blowing.

Though this place is quite beautiful, I'm not going to miss it. I'm ready to get back and relax in my own home.

"Jon." I shake my fiancé.

"Hmm," he grumbled, turning onto his stomach.

I rub my hand on his back, "Get up, babe, it's time for breakfast."

"Jush a sminute-" he says into the pillow.

I let out a giggle, getting up, and made my way to the dresser. I snatched a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

Just as I slipped on my outfit for the day, Jon rolls onto his back, his eyes barely open, "I didn't get enough sleep last night." he admits.

"No," I say sarcastically, "Because staying up until seven in the morning playing retarded games on your phone won't get you any sleep." I give him a small grin.

He chuckled in reply, forcing himself off of the cozy queen bed.

"You know," he takes a look to me, as I grab my shoes, "You look really adorable in that shirt."

I blush furiously, which is strange for me, "Stop."

"What?" a sly smirk appears on his face, "I can't complement my girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend?" I choke out, surprised.

Jon's eyes widened, "Uh, yeah, I meant fiancée, um."

I laughed, "Not so smooth now, huh?"

He gives me a look, before searching through his drawer.

I sat down on the bed, tying my sneakers. Jon grabs some clothes, and I look away, not wanting to stare.

Once Jon has his clothes on, I stand, and he grabs me pulling me to him. He then tries kissing me, but I laugh loudly, "No, your breath stinks."

I struggle to be released from his grip, but he holds me firmly, pressing his lips to my cheek as I shrieked, snorting from laughing so much.

Jon pushing me down onto the bed, and I hide my face in my hands, "Can't get me now, huh?" I say into my palms.

Then, he tickles my sides, causing another fit of laughter from me.

I haven't laughed this much in a long, long time. It felt really nice.

Grabbing my hands from my face, Jon holds them above my head, pinning them to the bed. He then smirks, kissing me, not caring about his morning breath, or even mine, for that matter.

I gave in to the boy, kissing him back. My ribs ached from the laugh fest, felt as if I were growing a six pack, then and there.

I accidentally let out a chuckle in the kiss, causing Jon to pull back, widely grinning, "You're too cute when you laugh."

Without meeting his eyes, I smile, kissing him once more, "We need to get to breakfast."

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After a quick, uneventful meal, we packed up, and loaded the cars.

Once again, Jon and I rode in the back of the moms' car. As my fiancé's mom drove, my mom would continuously look back at us, trying to be discreet, but failing miserably.

Jon had me close to him, his arm around my shoulder. We both scrolled through our phones.

"Holly," he'd mumble, showing me a GIF of some cat or dog doing an absurd thing, that makes us both crack a laugh.

After a few moments of silence, I'd show him my new high score on whatever game I was playing at the moment.

"Jon, look at this score!" I boasted, grinning from ear to ear.

"Outstanding." He remarked, pecking me on the cheek, sending me into a blushing state.

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"Holls, look!" I woke up from a small trance, looking at Jon, who was pointing outside.

The sun was just setting, and the sky had a brilliant purplish/Pinkish tint to it.

"Wow," I mused, "That's beautiful!"

"Right!" Jon agreed, as we both sat staring through the window until we made a turn, our view returning to a green pasture.

"That's not as excellent." He chuckled.

I shook my head, giggling, leaning on Jon's shoulder.

"Tired?" He questioned.

Nodding, I yawned, "Very."

"Go back to sleep, then." he mumbled into my hair, his head leaning on mine.

"Mhm." I barely got out before falling back into a dreamy state.