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Don't be Mad

PRESENT
November 3, 2014

Both Dalton and ︎Jonathon are in football, and Coach Nutt continues to pick on any football players that he sees with their girlfriends holding hands.

So this morning, Jonathon and I were sitting in the cafeteria holding hands and Dalton and Michelle were across from us cuddling. Anyway, Nutt starts pacing the cafeteria, headed our way.

"Oh, god, here comes Coach." ︎Jonathon says.

I try to take my hand away, but his grasp barely catches my fingers.

"No," he mumbles quietly, almost pleading.

"But coach." I say.

"I want to hold your hand." He mumbles.

"Take your hand." I say quietly, understanding the Coach situation. We never hold hands in front of coaches.

"No." He says sadly.

"Take your hand."

He plumps his bottom lip. "Please."

We went on like this for a few minutes.

"Take your damn hand, Jonathon," I say, taking my hand away and setting my head on the table and wrapping my arms around my head.

The whole table for quiet, as ︎Jonathon set his head next to mine, looking at me.

"Please pick your head up." I was irritated with him, but I couldn't be mad. I returned to sitting normally, as Dalton continued his story.

Jonathon sat his head on my shoulder.

"Please don't be mad."

Did you know four small words can melt all of your anger away?

Let me tell you, it's like fire on a candle.

"I'm not mad. Just irritated."

His head remained on my shoulder.

"I love you." He mumbles.

"I love you more." I whisper back.

He picks his chin up and grabs my hand again, and eventually, Michelle, holding Daltons hand, played me and Jonathon on Fun Run.

A/N: I WILL BE DOING PAST AND PRESENT EVENTS, AND I WILL SIGNAL EACH.