You were in the middle of watching a Christmas-themed TV programme when your phone buzzed beside you. You dragged your thumb across the screen, unlocking it and seeing the message was from Jonathan. You opened the message, which read:

Del: U awake? I'm booooored. You smiled a little as you began to type a reply. You remembered when he changed all your contact names the other week, and since then you hadn't changed them back. He'd name you 'Bae' which made your heart beat a little faster than it should've from such a simple nickname. It was cute, and you'd never really considered changing them back.

Bae: Yeah I'm awake. What do u wanna do?

Del: Idk.

Bae: Ur really helpful.

Del: Ik :D

Bae: It's too late to do anything anyway.

Del: It's not late!

Bae: Del... its 3:12am.

Del: So?

Bae: U should b sleeping!

Del: So should u!

Bae: ... Touche.

Del: I have an idea! Wanna go to McDonalds? I'll pay ;)

Bae: Now?

Del: Why not?

Bae: Really del?

Del: Really.

Bae: Fine.

Del: I'll be round to pick you up in 10 :D

You smirked and rolled your eyes at his boundless energy. Nonetheless, you scrambled to your feet and padded to your bedroom, selecting some simple jeans, an 'I'm the real Delirious' shirt and a black hoodie that had fluff on the inside. You took a moment to revel in the soft feeling before walking back to the kitchen, choosing a simple pair of black converse trainers from the rack near the door and settling back down on the couch to wait.

You turned your phone back on; the time was 3:20. You relaxed into the numerous cushions with a sigh.

"He's not due to be here yet. Guess I'm gonna have to wait." You mumbled, closing your eyes and envisioning his happy-go-lucky expression and his crazy laugh. He had bright blue eyes that were always sparkling with eccentric joy, which was one of the things you loved about him. To be fair, there were a lot of things you loved about him. His laugh, his eyes and the way he acted were only a few. The way he just danced through life without giving a single thought as to what people thought of him, the way he just laughed off insults and carried on as though nothing had happened. But also his ability to be serious when the time called for it, like that time he'd saved you from a drunken fight in the bar on a weekend a few months back. You remembered his eyes were full of worry, the corners of his lips pulled down in a concerned frown. If he hadn't pulled you away from the two fighting men, you might've gotten seriously hurt. You were truly thankful to him for that.

"BOO!" You yelled and jumped up as you heard someone scream in your ear, picking up the remote from the table and drawing back your arm as to throw the object at your intruder. Who stood there was a not a stranger, but in fact, a grinning Jonathan with his hands held up in surrender. You lowered your arm and placed a hand on your heart, throwing him a death glare between heavy breaths.

"Fucks sake Jon! You scared me half to death!" You growled in mock anger.

"Sorry! I had to... you looked really peaceful." He grinned wolfishly, his whole face lighting up.

"Well fuck me for looking peaceful then!" You said, placing your hands on your hips. He merely smirked and caught your gaze, holding you there for a few stomach-twisting seconds.

"Oh, I wish." He said it with a straight face, which was more than could be said for you; you felt your face heating up and most likely turning a rich shade of tomato red. You opened your mouth to retort, but quickly closed it again when you realised your mind had gone blank. Jonathan winked mischievously and made a run for the door, laughing his ass off.

"GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!" You yelled, immediately giving chase to the childish man who'd made you almost melt with embarrassment seconds before. You ran after him, skidding across the laminate floor and out the door, slamming it closed it after you. You scanned the area for your victim, spotting him crossing the road and onto the strip of grass that was opposite your house. You set after him in a sprint, down the steps, out the gate, across the road and onto the patch of grass where you faced him with a growl. He was still laughing, and looked like he was having a hard time staying upright.

"You're so dead Jon." You said, holding back a laugh.

"I- I know!" His only response was a wheezing submission. You grinned and ran towards him, tackling him to the ground. You both rolled around on the grass, playfully wrestling until you came to a halt. You were laid on your back, laughing uncontrollably; while he was positioned over you, hands on either side of your head. When you finished laughing, you caught his gaze and blushed, suddenly realised how... suggestive this position was. Jonathan wasn't laughing anymore, his face deadly serious.

"J-Jon? You okay?" He made no reply, merely moving in with a slight blush decorating his cheeks. His lips were mere inches from yours when he stopped, his eyes silently betraying his fear of being rejected. Without hesitation you leaned forward and closed the gap, capturing him in a loving kiss. You broke apart when the need for air became too great, staring at each other in a shocked instant. You could hardly believe what you'd just done. But you could also barely believe that he'd returned the kiss too. There was a few seconds of silence before you both broke out into laughter. Jonathan rolled off you and stood up, offering you a hand and pulling you up, still grinning.

"Still wanna go for a burger?"

"Seriously? Is this our first date then?" You joked.

"Why the fuck not?" Jonathan laughed, pulling you back towards his car, which was parked outside your house.

"Fair enough. McDonalds at half-three in the morning. At least it'll be memorable!"

"Damn right." Jonathan paused and leaned in close to your ear. "And tonight will be too."

"Jon!" You blushed again, pouting and punching his shoulder playfully.

"Sorry sorry! You're cute when you blush is all." You didn't reply, merely sighed as you got into his car, thinking how much of a jackass he could be sometimes. But he was your jackass, after all.