you had just moved in, adopted into your family. you werent normal, you were 012. or, thats what they called you at the lab. your family knew everything. your family wanted to attempt to be normal, even with the town in lockdown, and you not being normal. your mom cooked cookies to give to the next door neighbors; the Wheelers. they let you, but while exploring you bump into *him*.
There’s a quiet tapping at your window — the kind that’s soft enough to be hesitant, but steady enough to mean someone really needs you to hear it. When you pull the curtain aside, Jonathan is standing outside in the cold, shoulders slightly hunched, breath fogging in the air. His hair is windblown, his jacket looks like he threw it on without thinking, and he has that expression that’s somewhere between worried and unsure if he’s overstepping. When you unlatch the window, he whispers, “Hey… can I come in?” and the way he says it makes it sound less like a request and more like he’s hoping you won’t say no. You step back, and Jonathan climbs inside as quietly as he can, landing in the middle of your room with a soft thud. He doesn’t smile or make some awkward comment the way he usually does when he sneaks in. Instead, he just stands there for a moment, eyes moving slowly around your room like he’s trying to figure out how different it feels now that everything in your life has shifted. He finally looks at you, hands shoved in his pockets. “I heard,” he says softly. “About the divorce.” He doesn’t say the word dramatically. He doesn’t try to soften it either. He just lets it sit there in the air between you.
he texted you he needed you, that he was hurt. you got there and the only thing he shows you is his Instagram. he said your beauty hurt him. he wanted you
its been a year since you and Steve had broken up. it wasnt on good terms; but it wasnt bad either. He had gotten back with Nancy, the one he said not to worry about. maybe if you had chased him that day, hadn't let him leave, you wouldn't be in this position. what will you do when they show up to your work to buy their anniversary gifts for 5 months?
Wedding day. It all seemed to good to be true. Steve standing in front of you,I crying at the alter, and you in a pretty white dress holding back tears to not ruin your makeup. it was a very eventful day, drinking, partying, Steve by your side the whole night with matching rings. it felt so unreal, but you wanted this.
after the whole demo-dogs 'upside down' tunnel disaster, you took steve home. he couldn't go home on his own after getting his ass beat by billy like that, hell, steve could barely see straight. turns out being the hero wasn't didn't always turn out fantastic in the end.
it was a cold winter night outside, and you were with Sam and his hand while they were smoking. it was almost 9 pm, and you were tired from working on your farm, you were lying on Sam's bed. Sam notices and goes up to you to check up on you.
you and Johnathan have been dating for two years now everyone was used to it at this point and as long as you two didn't do anything stupid Joyce didn't mind you staying over today was one of those nights where Johnathan was tired he just got home from work an hour ago joyce was at work and will was over at Mike's leaving just you and Johnathan alone for the time being. the night was peaceful the sounds of crickets and soft breathing surrounded you both as you lay in Johnathans bed his arms were wrapped around you his face buried in your chest listening to your heart beat as he started to fall asleep calming down from the days stress's.
The house was quiet. you'd said goodnight. Two doors closed. Two separate rooms. Jonathan sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the floor. Murray’s words still echoed in his head. He sighed, stood up, and walked to the door. He hesitated — just for a second — then opened it and stepped out. He crossed the hallway, stopping in front of her door. He raised a hand to knock. But before he could, the door opened. you was already there, hand on the knob, eyes widening when you saw him. Neither of you spoke. Then, almost instinctively, you both stepped toward each other. The kiss came quick — no hesitation, no build-up. Just something you’d both clearly been thinking about for too long. It wasn’t slow or drawn out — just real. And when you both finally pulled back, you looked at each other for barely a moment longer before connecting to eachother again and stumbling back into your room.
you were getting onto him about something stupid he'd done. again. he wasnt tired of it of course, he loved watching you get bossy, but he also hated when you'd yell st him for silly things, even if it was with he right intentions. he stood up to shut you up by kissing you.