Chapter 13

                                    

                                          
okay peeps! im know you all want them to get together, who knowwwsss ;) anywayyyyy merry christmas!!! 
                          
We packed up the car, and Luci. Pat was helping Bryon put away already cleaned dishes, Andrée had grabbed Jonathan and I to wash the special plates. I was on drying duty on Jonathan was washing. We had four plates to go when he handed me a plate, and our hands brushed on the bottom. Surprised by the shock of just his hand touching mine, I looked up. He was staring at me his doe eyes clouded over, I couldn't see anything in them besides my reflection staring back. He looked away first and handed me the next plate without even glancing at me.
                          
After Pat put away all the plates we ate lunch and left. Jonathan was driving and Pat decided to keep me company in the back with Lucifer. Laughing about the football game that we had played a few days ago. You could feel the tension from Jonathan in the front. We decided 7 hours that day leaving us with about 7 more to go the next day. Jonathan got his own room because, 'He was being his usual pissy self,' said Pat. He and I crashed in a room, the fucking heater was broken so we put the bed together and huddled under the blankets. It wasn't romantic, cuddling with Pat. He smelled like cat and his flow tickled my neck. But hell he was warm, he wrapped his arms around me, because it just got colder.
                          
Waking up was an interesting experience. We went over to Jonathan's room after we both shower, ate breakfast, and fed Luci. We knocked but he didn't open it. I didn't hear a shower going or even any signs of life. "JONNY!!" Pat quietly yelled. Still nothing.
                          
"Let me," I said. I bent down and looked at the lock, "Yo get me a bobby pin will ya?" Pat grabbed one out of his pocket.
                          
"I have sisters, fuck off," He said, as I laughed. After five minutes of torture of trying to get it open, it finally popped open. We walked in, Jonathan was passed out on the bed, beer bottles were littered everywhere, boxers and a blackhawks sweatshirt; no blanket. "Fucking Canadians." Pat mumbled. He went over to him and gently shook him awake, ordering me to get ibuprofen and coffee. Expertly Pat, lifteed Jonathan up to a sitting position, and gave him the meds. Judging by his bloodshot eyes he wasn't driving today.
                          
We hauled him into the backseat where he sat with me, because Pat said someone needed to 'keep an eye on him.' We stayed far away from each other in the back seat. I was reading on my phone and Jonathan's slumped form was sleeping against the window. I moved closer to him not because I was cold, but because I was an idiot and I was still attracted to him.
                          
He mumbled under his sleep and shifted. His head moving off the window and landing right on my shoulder, his whole body turned to face me as he rearranged himself on his new pillow. When he was finally settled I slowing looked down on him. His hair was pressed up from laying on the window. His face was blotchy and unshaven, he looked like he hadn't slept in days and didn't care what he looked like. Which was weird for him because he's JONATHAN TOEWS.
                          
I fell asleep on Jonathan later.
                          
Pat was snickering from the front of the car. I opened my eyes and he was taking pictures of us cuddled. "Fuck you Kaner! DELETE IT!!" I screamed and was about to lunge at him, when Jonathan squirmed, "... mm... Lan.... I...nooo..." He mumbled. Pat and I locked eyes, and wondered what the hell was he dreaming about. A few minutes later he rolled off me, back to the window. We were at a McDonalds thank god I needed food and an excuse to get away from them. 
                          
yo its been foreverrrrr soo sorry...... :( but herees really nothing idk what i wanted to do in this chapter but itll get faster paced i know its really slow moving rn sorry luv u guys