Be with you (Part Two)
Jonathan Byers x reader
Warnings: mentions of kissing, tension, angst, reader leads Jonathan on bc she doesn't know how to express her feelings (Kinda)
Summary: The ride back home was long and full of tension. Do you and Jonathan confront the kiss?
Tag List: @msrvalemuzzieby
Love is a powerful word. Love can be the beginning or the ending of a relationship. Feelings like this for your best friend is the worst feeling but the best. You sit there and stare at him, seeing everything you always wanted. Everything you always needed. But when you confront these feelings with him, you open a world of possibilities. Good or bad. You love him through everything. You loved him through his worst, through his best, and everything in between.
Throwing everything into you bag, you lift your hand to your lips. Remebering how his felt against yours. How he felt against you. Closing your eyes, you think about how good he felt. How good he tasted. His hands on your hips, your own in his hair. His breathing mixing with yours. How he touched you, softly.
A knock on the door snaps you back to reality. Opening the door, Jonathan stood there. Hands on his hips and waiting. His lips looked inviting.
"Ready to go?"
"Yeah," You tell him.
You both get into the car once you checked out, heading home. You look out the window, the car flooding with thick tension. You look at him and quickly advert your eyes when he glances over. Jonathan pulls into a gas station.
"What are we doing?" You ask.
"Getting some gas."
With that, he was gone. He went inside, leaving you alone in the car. Giving you time to think. You thought of the kiss, his hands, your breathing, how everything felt. The kiss was all you could think about. Nothing else filled your brain. He consumed every thought.
"Pump the gas dude," Jonathan said, knocking on the window.
You get out and start to pump when a guy starts staring at you. You try to hurry but no success. The pump was going so slow. Finally you were able to get back into the car and off you were. Jonathan drove in complete silence. You could barely stand it.
"Are we going to talk about it?" Jonathan said finally after two hours of driving.
"Talk about what?" You ask, nervously.
"The kiss."
"What kiss?"
"We kissed last night," Jonathan said, getting upset at the fact that you weren't remembering.
"Jonathan, we didn't kiss."
"Yes we did. Why won't you admit it?"
You rolled your eyes and turned to the window. You could not admit the fact that the kiss did happen. It was wrong. He loved Nancy and you kissed your best friend. He doesn't even know that you were in love with him.
"Answer me. Why won't you talk about it?"
"Because it didn't happen Jonathan," You yell.
"Yes it did."
"No, I did not kiss you. You are my best friend, nothing more." God it felt like you were just stabbed in the heart. You didn't mean it but he thought of you as a friend and nothing more. So, instead of dealing with the pain of losing Jonathan as a friend, you pretend it didn't happen. If only your mind did not play the kiss over and over in your head.
Jonathan scoffed and turned up the music loud. So loud that you couldn't hear yourself think. Maybe that was a good thing. You love Jonathan but it is easier to keep him at arms length so neither of you get hurt.
"It's your turn to drive." Jonathan pulled over so you could get in the driver's seat. He got in the back and laid down.
"Are you not sitting up here with me?"
"I don't want to be sitting near someone who kisses me for no reason."
That stung.
"Jonathan, I kissed you because I was tired and lonely. I do not have feelings for you. Even if I did, I would not tell you because I am not losing you." You said, tears making their way to your waterline.
"Well, good to know."
You drove through the dark, trying to get home. You have to pull over to another hotel but this time they only have one room.
"I'll take the one on the left," Jonathan says.
"Okay, I'll take the right."
Jonathan jumped in the shower first and came out with his towel dangerously low on his hips. You couldn't help but stare. He looked good with the water droplets running down his naked torso and collecting under his towel, just below his V-line.
"Sorry, forgot my clothes."
"It's-It's okay," You swallow hard.
He went back into the bathroom with his clothes, returning dressed. You felt your cheeks heat up and you get under the covers, hoping to find refuge.
"Remember when we were three years old and you kissed me on the cheek?" You asked, staring at the ceiling.
"Yeah and you slapped me because I didn't give you candy first." Jonathan laughed.
Jonathan sat on your bed.
"Yeah, we were so young." You stare up at him.
"Yeah, so young. What happened?"
"You got handsome but I didn't change."
"No you didn't change," he said. "You got more beautiful."
"Jonathan," You breathe.
"I love you," Jonathan breathes onto your parted lips.
"Don't say that."
"But it is true, you know it."
"But-"
"Tell me this doesn't feel right. Like this is home, you and me."
"Jonathan, we aren't little kids anymore."
"I know. But you are my home, you are. Not Nancy, not anyone, you are.''
"Jonathan we can't."
"Why not?" He asks, eyes closed. His forehead was resting against yours.
"Because I can't lose you."
"You will never lose me."
"How do you know that?"
"Because I love you to much to leave you," He admits.
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