Sequel: The Violet Hour
Status: Finished!

Practice Makes Perfect.

Chapter Twenty-Nine.

It had been two weeks since I saw my ex. I never talked to him and I just tried to forget everything with him. I was sitting in the Starbucks one night working on a paper for class when someone sat across from me.
“Hey.” I looked up and saw Jon.
“Hey Jon. What are you doing out so late?” I asked him.
“Just walking around and then I realized it's freezing so I needed to get a coffee. What are you doing out?” He asked me.
“I don't feel like sitting home alone.” I said laughing.
“Where's Patrick?” He asked me.
“I don't know. He's probably sleeping or something. He said he wouldn't be over tonight.” I said. “Ah, I see. So what have you been up to lately?” He asked me.
“Nothing really. School. I actually saw Pete at dinner a while ago.” I said.
“What? Wow. Did you talk at all to him?” He asked me.
“No, I think he knew I was there though. He smiled at me.” I said.
“What a tool.” Jon said.
“Yeah but whatever. I didn't have a breakdown or anything. I won't be leaving this time.” I said laughing.
“Not funny. I was worried about you.” He said.
“Sorry.” I said. We sat there for a minute in silence.
“So everything is okay with you two?” He asked.
“Yeah. I'm happy, he seems to be.” I said shaking my head.
“Are you okay?” I asked him.
“Yeah. Just doing hockey.” He said.
“You need to find another hobby. Find yourself a woman, Jon.” I said laughing.
“Eh, we'll see.” He said laughing.
“You're a good person, Jon. Anyone would be lucky to have you.” I said nodding my head. “We can find anyone, it's just finding the person who is right.” He said.
We talked some more for a while.
“I should get going before they close.” I said laughing.
“Yeah, me too. Can I walk you home?” He asked me.
“Yeah, sure.” I said as I packed my laptop up.
We walked down the street and around the few blocks and he walked me upstairs to my apartment.
“You can come in for a bit to warm up.” I said as I opened the door to my place.
“Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks.” He said as he came in.
He walked around my living room and looked at the picture on my wall.
“I remember this. You were so excited to leave.” He said laughing and pointing at my graduation picture.
“Yeah. I was so excited to finally go to college.” I said as I put my stuff out on my table. Next to my graduation picture, was a picture of me and Patrick at a small fair. Jon didn't say anything about it.
“Yeah, your brother and I had to leave the next morning for a hockey camp.” He said.
“Do you want something to drink?” I asked him.
“If you're having something, I'll have the same.” He said. I poured two cups of chai tea.
“I miss everything back then sometimes. But I like living on my own and I bet you like playing in the NHL.” I said laughing him and handing him the cup.
“Just a little bit.” He said with a wink. I laughed at him. “You're still as awkward as you were before. I think you've gotten better though.” I said laughing.
“All the gals like me. I'm a wanted man.” He said laughing.
“You sure are.” I said quietly. Jon and I just sat there and looked at each other. We really didn't say much. I moved a bit on my couch when my iPod started going off while it was hooked up to my speakers.
“GAH!” I yelled jumping. I stood up and looked down at the remote that was sitting there. Jon started laughing as he was still sitting there.
“No funny, yo.” I said giggling.
“I never thought of you as a Neil Young fan.” He said laughing.
“I got it from my mom, you know that.” I said laughing.
“I like this song. Do you want to dance?” He asked me.
“Right here?” I asked with my hand on the back of my hip.
“No, outside. Of course, right here.” He said getting up.
“Why not.” I said laughing. We went around the coffee table and we started slow dancing to 'Long May You Run' from Neil Young (I highly suggest everyone in the world listen to Neil Young, or at least this song). After a while, I rested my head on his shoulder and his hand was on my hip. I closed my eyes and listened to the song and our hands held each other. I felt so calm and at peace at this moment. The song ended and I sighed and looked back up at Jonathan and smiled.
“I wish the song was longer.” Jon said sighing.
“Yeah.” I said and I went to go turn off my iPod.
“I'm sorry.” He said running his fingers through his hair.
“Don't say you're sorry. You didn't do anything.” I said turning back at him.
“Not yet.” He said and walked up towards me and grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me. I felt like my knees might buckle. He stopped after a second and I just stared at him and tried to catch my breath. I went and sat down on the arm of my couch and looked at him. “Jon.” I said.
I didn't even know what to say.
“I gave you warning on saying sorry.” He said.
I just shook my head. “I don't know what to say.” I told him.
“Me too.” He said. “I don't know what's going on but every time I see you I can't stop thinking about you.” He said.
“This is obviously a really physical attraction.” I said.
“It could be but I don't know.” He said.
“Jon, I cannot do this behind Patrick's back.” I said.
“Blaine, he goes out and hits on girls, sometimes right in front of you! He tells me about everything you do. The guy's my friend but he doesn't know how to treat girls. You're so much better than that.” He said letting his voice get louder.
“He doesn't do that anymore.” I said.
“Yes he does! Now, he just knows how to hide it better.” He said.
I just looked at him. “Either way, I'd be cheating. I don't want to sink to his level.” I said.
“You always have to be the better person and not hurt someone. You don't even realize you're hurting yourself.” He said.
“How am I hurting myself?” I asked almost yelling.
“You're with Patrick, yeah you may love him, but you know what he does. You catch these glimpses of what you want him to be but he won't stay that way. Are you with him because you're tired of being alone? Because if you are, I'm right here. I always have been.” He yelled. “Then why didn't you say anything, Jon? You're the one who is afraid. You just stand there on the sidelines and let everyone take credit for what you do. You let people take what you want. I was here, Jon. You knew everything about me and you stood there. In fact, if I recall correctly, you didn't say a word to me after I said I was leaving. You knew the truth, you knew I was staying. So no, Jon. You weren't there. I was always here and you knew it.” I said. I knew I was being harsh but so was he.
“You stop being afraid of what you want. Don't sit there and watch your life go by.” He yelled back at me.
I was so mad at him. “I hate you, Jon. I really do.” I said.
“Good, I'm glad.” He said calmly. He knew how to get under my skin.
I got up and went right up in his face. “I know you're glad. You're always glad when someone hates you. That's one less thing to deal with.” I said.
He kissed me again and I let him. We stayed that way for a while until I felt his hands go at my shirt when I stopped him.
“No.” I said. “I'm not going to be that person no matter what.” I said.
“I understand.” He said. He got his coat and put it on and left me standing in the middle of my living room.
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