Just Friends
21
"No, I'm not going in there," Erica said sternly, holding onto a nearby pole as I tried to free her grip and get her to go into the restaurant. By this point, people were already giving us looks as she was acting like a 4 year old stuck in a 20 year olds body.
"If you don't go in there right now, Pat will be here by now and you'll miss your chance, come on, people are starting to stare!" I said, still pulling at her arms, even though she was like dead weight.
"I can't do this Pey."
"That's it," I sighed, using all of my muscles and finally tearing her away from the pole, pushing her into the restaurant.
"Toews,"I told the hostess, as she grabbed the menus and led us to the table.
"I'm gonna wait for Pat outside, I'll be right back," I winked at Erica, who shot me a death glare, before walking away.
Erica
"You look beautiful," Jon smiled as he pulled my chair out for me to sit. I gave him a weak smile and slid my jacket off. I took a deep breath before I continued.
"I want you to be happy, and if it's not with me that's fine. Because you're the only person I've ever loved enough to put before myself and I guess, just seeing you happy makes me happy, and that's what love is..right?"
"Erica-"
"I knew it, I'm stupid and I'm going to murder Peyton," I said, stumbling as I pushed my chair out to stand up. Jonathan reached across the table and tugged my hand, making me sit down again.
"You said you love me, you said you don't do that."
"I don't, but with you it's different- as cliche and ugly as that sounds," I scrunched my nose, causing a laugh to escape from Jons lips before I continued, "I love you and it scares the shit out of me."
"I love you too Erica, you never have to doubt that," He squeezed my hand, "I love you so much."
"You love me," I smiled widely, not being able to contain myself. It was one thing to hear him say it when I wasn't looking at him, but looking into his eyes and how much intensity they held, I knew he really, truly loved me. And I've never felt that way before. "You love me," I giggled, jumping out of my seat to his lap.
"Say it again," I smiled, touching our noses together.
"I love you." He smirked as I brought our lips together.
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"Again," Erica smiled at Jonathan as he whispered, 'i love you', in her ear again.
"Alright you 13 year olds, we get it you love each other," Pat rolled his eyes at his best friend and sister, causing me to sock his arm and Erica to give him a death glare as she removed herself from Jons lap.
"Leave them alone, this is the girl who said she doesn't love, be happy for them," I scolded Pat who kissed me quickly to get me to shut up.
"Hey guys, dinner was great, we're gonna head out," Erica snuck a wink my way as her and Jon stood up.
"Oh hell n-"
"Go, we'll see you tomorrow." I smiled, cutting off Pat.
"You just gave my sister permission to go get fucked by my best friend." Pat crossed his arms over his chest.
"They've been living together for 3 months…".
"I don't wanna think about it." Pat shook his head.
"He really loves her," I smiled as I recalled how he looked at her. I couldn't help but wonder if people thought that about me and Patrick. I knew he loved me, but I couldn't help but feel jealous of the 'honey moon' stage Erica and Jon were now in. Things with me and Pat just came naturally, we knew we both loved each other, but at times it felt like we were a middle aged married couple.
"If you don't go in there right now, Pat will be here by now and you'll miss your chance, come on, people are starting to stare!" I said, still pulling at her arms, even though she was like dead weight.
"I can't do this Pey."
"That's it," I sighed, using all of my muscles and finally tearing her away from the pole, pushing her into the restaurant.
"Toews,"I told the hostess, as she grabbed the menus and led us to the table.
"I'm gonna wait for Pat outside, I'll be right back," I winked at Erica, who shot me a death glare, before walking away.
Erica
"You look beautiful," Jon smiled as he pulled my chair out for me to sit. I gave him a weak smile and slid my jacket off. I took a deep breath before I continued.
"I want you to be happy, and if it's not with me that's fine. Because you're the only person I've ever loved enough to put before myself and I guess, just seeing you happy makes me happy, and that's what love is..right?"
"Erica-"
"I knew it, I'm stupid and I'm going to murder Peyton," I said, stumbling as I pushed my chair out to stand up. Jonathan reached across the table and tugged my hand, making me sit down again.
"You said you love me, you said you don't do that."
"I don't, but with you it's different- as cliche and ugly as that sounds," I scrunched my nose, causing a laugh to escape from Jons lips before I continued, "I love you and it scares the shit out of me."
"I love you too Erica, you never have to doubt that," He squeezed my hand, "I love you so much."
"You love me," I smiled widely, not being able to contain myself. It was one thing to hear him say it when I wasn't looking at him, but looking into his eyes and how much intensity they held, I knew he really, truly loved me. And I've never felt that way before. "You love me," I giggled, jumping out of my seat to his lap.
"Say it again," I smiled, touching our noses together.
"I love you." He smirked as I brought our lips together.
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"Again," Erica smiled at Jonathan as he whispered, 'i love you', in her ear again.
"Alright you 13 year olds, we get it you love each other," Pat rolled his eyes at his best friend and sister, causing me to sock his arm and Erica to give him a death glare as she removed herself from Jons lap.
"Leave them alone, this is the girl who said she doesn't love, be happy for them," I scolded Pat who kissed me quickly to get me to shut up.
"Hey guys, dinner was great, we're gonna head out," Erica snuck a wink my way as her and Jon stood up.
"Oh hell n-"
"Go, we'll see you tomorrow." I smiled, cutting off Pat.
"You just gave my sister permission to go get fucked by my best friend." Pat crossed his arms over his chest.
"They've been living together for 3 months…".
"I don't wanna think about it." Pat shook his head.
"He really loves her," I smiled as I recalled how he looked at her. I couldn't help but wonder if people thought that about me and Patrick. I knew he loved me, but I couldn't help but feel jealous of the 'honey moon' stage Erica and Jon were now in. Things with me and Pat just came naturally, we knew we both loved each other, but at times it felt like we were a middle aged married couple.
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