Macy's P.O.V.

There was seemingly no doubt that Jonathan knew I was attracted to him now. Maybe he hadn't realized it was romantically, only physically. I would rather have him believe that than anything else.

Even with that acceptance, I could not contain the crushing embarrassment that continually plagued my thoughts as I stayed in my room for hours on end, laying down on my bed and staring up at the ceiling.

I left only for the occasional bathroom break and to sprint to the kitchen for a snack, but I refused to expose myself to an environment with Jonathan around. Though, there was a part of me that believed he had wanted the same thing.

My heart pounded as I remembered the way his usual sweet voice has faded deeply when he called me babe. The word fluttered around in my stomach and had found its way etched into my brain.

A knock at the door interrupted my foolish dreamings and I stared at it hesitantly.

"Macy, are you alright? You've been in there for a while," Jonathan said.

I wasn't sure if I should answer. A part of me hoped he would just walk away while another wanted to open the door, send the brightest smile his way, and pretend like nothing had every happened.

Neither of those outcomes had played out. Instead, Jonathan shook the door knob several times and the door opened itself. Because I was definitely not expecting him to come in, I quickly rolled off the bed and hid beneath it.

His footsteps were quiet, but loud enough for me to hear him walk towards the bed and sit down.

"I'm guessing you're not going to come out of there for a while. I just want to say that I might have gotten out of hand a while ago by holding you down. I'm willing to forget about it if you are."

"Promise?"

I heard him laugh. "I promise. Now get out from under there. I think we both need a drink."

Hesitantly, I crawled out from beneath the bed and stood up, refusing myself to blush as my eyes landed on Jonathan. He left the room to change and I also took the time to get ready. I wore a white long sleeve, a navy green parka with a fur outlined hood , and jeans that paired nicely with my black combat boots. For the most part, I felt that it was suitable for whatever Jonathan had in mind.

Jonathan was waiting on the couch, his phone in hand, when I had walked downstairs.

"There's a bar downtown. They don't check ID's unless you order a drink so just stand beside me the entire time, okay?"

I hadn't known he meant an actual drink, but I silently nodded my head and followed him to the car. It took less than twenty minutes to drive there and during those twenty minutes, the only sound was the soft music that flooded the car.

The bar, when I had first seen it, was decent. It looked a bit worn down and I noticed that Luke's Bakery wasn't that far down the street. It was a mostly silent evening, but that opinion changed when we walked inside. For the most part, I had expected the majority to be middle aged men looking for a small drink after work. My assumptions were wrong as my eyes scanned the crowded bar. There were mostly young adults, around Jonathan's age. I instinctively stood closer to him, my arm latching around his with no words said.

He stared down at me and cracked the tiniest smile as he noticed.

"You're fine here, Macy. I know the manager, the bartender, and all the security guards. Go find a seat and I'll get some drinks. Are you okay with Coke?"

"I'm more of an iced tea fan, but I'm guessing they wouldn't have that here."

"You'll be surprised. Be right back," I let go of his arm as he walked to the actual bar where he greeted the bartender with a small scowl. The bartender greeted him with a smile and a handshake and I could tell they were both familiar with each other.

I walked to one of the booths in the corner and waited patiently, my eyes traveling to Jonathan every once in a while.

"I haven't seen you around here."

"I'm here with my friend," I said nervously, my eyes darting towards Jonathan. The stranger turned to see who I had been staring at.

"You're his friend? Jonathan doesn't make friends," the guy said incredulously, then quickly apologized. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. He's just always been like that since he's moved here. He hasn't really come to the bar in a while though so I wouldn't know how much he's changed, really. How is it? To be friends with him. He usually just flips me off whenever I say hi."

I wasn't exactly surprised, knowing how Jonathan was when I first met him. Now considering it, I've noticed the changes. Jonathan has been noticeably less acrimonious. He makes an effort to be a bit more optimistic everyday and I couldn't be more thankful to have met him.

"He was like that when we first met. I could barely maintain a conversation with him. He was bitter, uncommunicative, and just infuriating but he was interesting so I took it upon myself to annoy him until he became my friend. I think it worked pretty well because I tend to smile whenever I think of him and I'm fortunate to know he would do the same about me."

"I wish you were wrong, but I'm stuck with you," Jonathan then said, appearing behind me with two drinks in hand. "Anthony, get out."

"Don't be rude. We were just talking anyways. Here, come sit next to me and let Anthony sit across."

Jonathan rolled his eyes but silently agreed and sat next to me, placing the two drinks down in front of us. Anthony actually looked a bit nervous and I could only imagine why. He was afraid of Jonathan for whatever rumors this town had accumulated over the years.

"So what have you been doing?" Anthony asked Jonathan.

"Not her," Jonathan said nonchalantly.

The sip of tea I had in my mouth splurged out onto the table as a violent cough erupted in my throat. Jonathan was quick to act as he shooed Anthony towards the bar to get napkins and pat my back gently.

"You okay, Macy?"

"I should've spit the drink on you," I said, after the cough had settled.

A cocky smile brightened his face as he stared at me. "Well, I'm not lying, unless you would want to change that."

"You promised we wouldn't talk about it and it was all entirely a stupid mistake."

"I'm joking. I'm joking, Macy. There's a lot of other things we can do besides that."

I purposely took another sip of my tea to spit it on his shirt. A triumphant smile appeared on my face but it quickly diminished as Jonathan took his shirt off.

"Bothered?"

"Not at all," I countered. "But aren't you cold?"

"That's why I've got you."

"I swear, I'll pour this drink on you."

Jonathan smiled devilishly. "And if you do, I might have to just pull you towards the bathrooms stalls and take you right there."

Needless to say, I knew he was joking only to rile me up. He had taken a particular liking to doing that and each time, I tried to push him off the booth seat and failed. Anthony never came back, but Jonathan never moved from my side so it didn't matter much to me. The bartender, who's name I learned was Nash, had an extra clean shirt that Jonathan was able to borrow as well.

We had spent a few more hours during the evening just talking, which included our personal interests. It was a relief to concentrate on anything other than both of our family situations and I enjoyed nothing more than learning more about Jonathan and hearing his stories, along with the occasional provocative joke.

The time spent with him flew past us, but I never did mind because never did a second pass where I wasn't hopelessly infatuated him.

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Crappy filler chapter but I find it really cute. I love writing from Macy's view mostly because she's my own character and it's a lot more difficult to write in one of the boys' perspectives, but hopefully I'm improving. Vote and comment

And as always I hope ye enjoyed(:)