A few weeks went by and Jon and I were growing closer. Zak and I haven’t really been talking at all since he was confronted by Jon. I missed him, well, the old him. It’s like he turned in to something else.
One day, I was texting Jon after I got home from work. I haven’t seen him since the weekend but we’ve been talking every day.
“I miss you…”
I smiled and replied back.
“I miss you 2 :)”
I was looking through a couple new pictures I took on my laptop and my phone buzzed again.
“When can I see you again? I’m dyin here :)”
I giggled and replied back.
“Soon! Soon soon! I promise :) I am too, trust me”
A minute passed by and Jon replied again.
“:) I really should stop texting you all day during work…you probably have stuff to be doing!”
I laughed at him.
“You mean like actual work?? Psh :P”
“Lol! Yeah ur right, we’re more important :P”
I was about to reply when I got a follow-up text from him.
“So, are you busy tomorrow after work?”
I smiled a cheesy smile to myself and hit reply.
“Nope, why? What’ve you got planned?”
I waited a moment and I got a picture message. I opened it. it was a picture of Jon’s hand holding two tickets with the caption under it, “Cubs game?”
I bounced up and down on the couch in excitement and smiled at my phone. Jon knew how much I loved the Cubs.
I replied back an excited “Uhm, YEAA!!” when I heard Sam clear her throat from behind me.
“Ahem…” she said. I smiled back at her.
“Having fun?” she asked. I giggled and nodded.
“That obvious?” I said she thought a minute.
“Well…you were jumping up and down on the couch.”
“I was not!” I said. But I was. I laughed.
“I guess I do that a lot now.”
“As long as Jonny isn’t on that couch with you!”
I looked up.
“Very funny, Sam!”
She smiled at me and sat on the couch next to me. I smiled back.
“So where are you going this time?” she asked. I smiled.
“He’s taking me to a Cubs game!” I said.
“Awesome!” she said. “Be sure to wear a hat or something, you don’t want all the fans all out to get you.”
I nodded and snapped my fingers.
“Good call,” I said.
The last thing I needed was the fans on my tail. Sam nodded.
“So how’s school been?” I asked. She shrugged.
“It’s been…school,” she said. I rested my head on her shoulder.
“It’ll be alright Sam, I promise,” I said. She shrugged her shoulder.
“I guess,” she said.
I was determined to keep that promise.
The next day, I woke up and got ready for work. It was Wednesday, so a half day, and Jon was picking my up right after to go to Wrigley. It would be fun!
I threw on some shorts, a pair of Converse, and a dark blue tank top with my jersey over it. I walked out of my room and gathered my stuff. I saw Sam on my way out in the kitchen.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were going to a Cubs game!” she said. I smiled.
“Bye Sam!” I said. She smiled back.
“Have fun,” she said.
“Thanks! Good luck at school.” I gave her a hug.
“Thanks,” she said.
And I was off.
I walked to work, enjoying the nice summer day, and looking forward to the afternoon ahead. This was going to be fun! Once I got over the chunk of my day that was work, it would be a fun afternoon with Jon.
I walked into the store and saw Zak in his normal place. He looked up and I nodded to him, walking in the back and putting away my stuff. I walked back out and started to do my work quietly and to myself. The bell rang, letting us know someone came in. Zak greeted them and I continued working. They got really quiet all of the sudden and they started whispering. I turned around.
“THAT’S Tazer’s girlfriend!” one whispered disgustedly to the other. I stared at them. They looked about fifteen. I turned back to my work.
“Ew, what’s he doing with HER? He could do so much better.”
I turned around with an aggravated sigh.
“You know, there’s really no point of whispering if other people can hear you!” I said extra loud, staring straight at them. They rolled their eyes and started walking around the store. I rolled mine in return, turning around again. They started talking for a minute then got really quiet again. I clenched my jaw, holding myself back. I dealt with enough of this crap in high school, I didn’t need this now.
Suddenly, I heard Zak slam his hand down on the desk and say, “Why don’t you take a picture?! It’ll last longer!!”
I looked at him. The side of my lips twitched a bit. The girls just stared at him.
“This is none of your business, okay?” the one said. Zak crossed his arms.
“Uhm, ya it is,” he said mocking them. “You’re harassing MY employee. I could get you in major trouble for that.”
They crossed their arms, too.
“You like can’t do that!” one said.
“Uhm, like I actually can like…And I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” he said. He pointed towards the door and left the girls staring at him.
“Psh, fine!” said the other. They pushed open the door and left. I was silent for a moment and wiped an unshed tear out of my eye. Amazing a bunch of fifteen year olds could still do this to me. I breathed in and looked at Zak. I half-smiled at him.
“Thanks…” I said. He half smiled and nodded back to me.
“No problem,” he said. I nodded, looking away from him.
“I’ll be right back,
I said excusing myself. I walked to the back and into the bathroom, wiping my eyes. I looked in the mirror and sighed. Just another day at work.
After my half day was over I gathered my stuff back up and took out my phone checking my messages. There was one from Jon.
“I’m outside whenever you’re ready :)”
I smiled. I walked back towards the front and slipped a pair of sunglasses on my face. Zak was watching me.
“You goin to the game?” he asked quietly. I nodded.
I said. “Jon’s taking me.”
“Oh,” he said nodding. “Cool.”
I nodded back at him.
“Well I gotta get going,” I said pointing towards the door. Zak nodded.
“Okay,” he said. I walked across the store and started to open the door when he called me.
“Hey, Taylor…” I turned around.
“Have fun, okay?” he said. I actually and genuinely smiled at him.
“Thanks Zak… I said. He nodded and I walked out the door.
I turned the corner and saw Jon standing in front of his car. He smiled at the sight of me.
“Hey babe,” he said pulling me into his arms and kissing me. When he was kissing me, I just felt all the bad things that happened today just fade away.
I wrapped my arms around him and rubbed my hands down his back. We broke our kiss and he smiled.
“Hi Jon…” I said. He kissed my lips quickly again. I smiled back at him. He looked cute. He was wearing a black t-shirt, shorts, and his Cubs hat with a pair of sunglasses resting on it.
“Ready to go?” he said. I nodded.
“Oh!” he said remembering something. “One more thing…”
He opened the passenger side door and leaned over, grabbing something from the driver’s seat.
I always saw people posting stuff on Tumblr about Jonny’s ass. I put my hand over my mouth, smiling and covering my blushing cheeks.
If Sam were here, I could see her mocking me now.
He faced me then and put a Cubs baseball cap playfully on my head. I smiled.
“To complete your disguise!” he said smiling back. I fixed it on my head.
“Now I’m ready!” I said. Jon smiled.
“Excellent!” he said. “Let’s go!”
He let my get in the passenger seat and closed the car door behind me. I smiled snuggling myself in Jon’s seat and touched his hat on my head. I smiled thinking about wearing my boyfriend’s hat. Jon got in the car. He smiled at me. I felt my cheeks lightly blush and he started the car.
We arrived at Wrigley and parked in a nearby garage.
“Hey! It’s Tazer!” the garage owner said. Jon smiled.
He said taking out his wallet. The man shook his head.
“It’s on the house for you today!” the man said nicely. Jon thanked him and we walked down the street to Wrigley. I smiled.
“That must be nice!” I said referring to free parking. Jon shrugged.
“It’s okay I guess. I mean, getting free stuff is nice but sometimes I just wanna be normal…” he said. I took his hand and kissed it, giving him a little smile. He smiled back and slipped his fingers through mine.
We got to the park and they scanned out tickets, welcoming us and letting us in. Jon took my hand and we walked through the Confines and into the bleachers. We sat in left field and took a seat towards the back. As people started to come in, Jon bought both of us a beer. He handed one to me and I gladly took it. He held his cup up to me, sliding his pair of aviator sunglasses on his face. I smiled and raised mine to his.
“Go Cubs,” he said. I took a drink.
“Go Cubs!” I said back. He took a drink too and then I looked at him.
“So wait, are you a Cubs fan or a Sox fan??
I asked. Jon smiled sheepishly.
“Now why would you ask me a question like that?” he said. I smiled.
“Well I HAVE seen you at Sox games before…” I said. He raised his eyebrows at me.
“Well well Mrs. I’m-not-a-giant0superfan!”
I laughed out loud at him.
“I admitted I was a giant superfan!” I said. “I just make you work for it that’s all.”
He stuck his nose up in the air and thought a minute.
“Well if you HAVE to know, I only go to the Sox games with the Blackhawks,” he said. I smiled.
“Or are you just saying that because your girlfriend’s a Cubs fan?” I challenged him. He leaned over and kissed me.
“Well…maybe a little,” he said. I laughed and kissed him back. Oh, Tazer!
We watched the game together and were able to have a good time! Nobody really even recognized us, well him, at all! Everyone just kind of left us alone.
When it came time for the seventh inning stretch Jon put his arm around me and we stood up and sang. Well, I sang. I don’t know what you’d call what Jon did. He stuck his tongue out at me for making fun of him. I laughed.
An inning or so later, after we sat down I felt my phone in my pocket start to vibrate. I took it out and answered it.
“Hello?” I said.
“Tay?” It was Sam.
“Hey, Sam, what’s up?” I said. Jon looked at me.
“You guys are at the game right?” she said.
“You both were just on the FanCam.”
“Oh…” I said already knowing what was going to happen.
“How bad is it?”
“It’s already hit Tumblr,” she said. “It’s pretty bad.”
I rubbed my forehead, worrying a bit. Jon put his hand on my leg.
“What’s wrong?” he whispered. I shook my head. I turned my attention to Sam again.
“So what are they saying?” I asked. She was silent.
“Let me talk to Jon for a minute, okay?” she asked.
“Please,” she said. “It’s okay, I promise.”
“Okay…” I said. I gave up the phone and handed it to Jon. He took it from me.
“Hello?” he said confused, still looking at me. He swallowed.
“Uh-huh. Already? Well what did they-Oh.”
I was getting bits and pieces of information. Jon was looking away now.
“Okay, well I’ll talk to you later then. I’ll tell her. Bye.” He hung up my phone and handed it back to me. I looked at him.
“Sam says bye and talk to you later,” Jon said. I shook my head.
“Jon, what’s happening?”
He shook his head back at me.
I looked at him.
“Jonathan!” I said getting frustrated. He sighed and took my hand.
“Taylor, it’s nothing, okay? Just…don’t go on Tumblr for a while okay?”
I swallowed. He tilted my chin up.
“Please, love…” he said. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Okay…” I said. He kissed my nose.
“Good,” he said.
I spent the rest of the game in his arms, one of them around me and the other holding my hand for comfort.
The Cubs won that game! We got to sing Go Cubs Go and Jon did his best to keep my mind occupied. When the game ended, we waited a few minutes for the crowd to let out. Jon and I stood up and started to walk. He stopped when we got to the railing.
“Picture?” he said. I smiled what I think was a giant and goofy smile (though I really didn’t care).
He stood next to me and I took a picture of us with the field in the back. I looked at it.
“Yup. We’re cute,” I said matter-of-factly. Jon laughed.
“Well, I know YOU are!” he said. I stuck my tongue out at him.
He held my hand and we walked out of Wrigley and into the crowded streets of Wrigleyville. Jon held me close to him as we made our way through the crowds of people and into a nearby bar. We walked in and found a couple stools to sit on. I smiled at Jon ad we ordered our drinks. There were highlights of the Cubs game on the TV in front of us and Jon and I were talking about the game. We were talking and laughing when someone tapped Jon on his shoulder. We turned around.
“Tazer! Hey man, it really is you!” It was a few fans greeting him and shaking his hand. There were three guys that looked to be around Jon’s age. He said hello to them and he smiled.
“Hey guys, what’s up?” he said. They all beamed.
“Man, I can’t believe we’re talking to you Tazer…” one of them said.
“Stanley Cup Champ!!” said another. He high-fived Jon. I smiled.
“But hey, we didn’t mean to interrupt with you and your lady here,” said the first. I smiled.
“It’s okay boys, a girl’s gotta learn to share!” I said. They all laughed.
“So this is her Tazer, huh?? She’s a keepeeer!” one said, nudging Jon’s arm. I laughed.
“Yeah, she’s a keeper alright,” he said flashing me that beautiful smile. The guys laughed.
“Well hey, nice meeting you Tazer and go Hawks!”
They started to walk away and one of them gave Jon a thumbs-up, pointing to me then walking away. I laughed again.
“Well at least SOME fans approve of my!” I said. Jon laughed.
“That’s because they all think you’re hot!” he said.
“They do not!” I said.
“Uhm, yeah. They do. One was practically undressing you with his eyes!”
I put my hands on my hips.
“Jonathan Toews, are you jealous?” I said. Jon smiled a big smile and looked down at his hands. “No…” he said. I smiled at him. My inner fangirl was screaming “AWWW!!” but I resisted the urge. I turned his face to mine and I leaned over so I was only inches away from him.
“Well, I don’t know why you would be but if you are, they’ve got nothing on you…” I said. Jon smiled. I grabbed his face in my hands and started kissing him. Somehow I ended up on the bar stool on top of him. I was sitting on his lap and he kissed me hard. He ran his hands down my back.
“Jon, we’re in public,” I said breaking our kiss. We both kind of just remembered that. He kissed my neck.
“Nobody’s watching,” he said, which was true. I stopped and looked at him anyway. We both kind of smiled in spite of ourselves. We laughed a little and I sat back in my chair. He looked at me.
“So what do you wanna do now…” he said awkwardly. I tried to get my head on straight.
“I don’t know…” I said. We thought a minute.
“You hungry?” Jon asked. “We could go back to my place and I could make dinner…?”
I raise my eyebrows.
“You can cook?” I said.
“I most certainly can try!” he said. We laughed.
Jon paid for our drinks and we left the bar. We walked and picked up the car and started heading to Jon’s place. I texted Sam letting her know I’d be home later. She texted me back.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”
I laughed and texted back.
“And what exactly is that??”
We both laughed at each other and I turned my attention back to Jon.
When we got to his place, he unlocked the door and let us in.
“Welcome back!” he said closing the door behind me. I smiled.
“Thank you!” I said.
He took me into the kitchen and I sat at his counter and watched him cook dinner. It was cute! He tried to be all impressive by throwing a spoon in the air and barely catching it. I just laughed and shook my head. He made us spaghetti. Nothing fancy, but good enough for me!
We sat across from each other at his countertop and ate together. He smiled at me.
“You know what this reminds me of?” he said.
I looked up.
“Lady and the Tramp,” he said. I giggled.
“Jon you’re so cheesy!” I said. He was blushing. I leaned across the table to him.
“But I love it,” I said. He smiled. I leaned a little more and kissed his lips passionately. They moved with mine. I smiled.
“I figured the spaghetti was unnecessary,” I said. He giggled. A little part of my melted on the inside!
We finished eating and then Jon cleaned up out plates. I tried to push past him and offer to help do the dished but he would just booty-bump me out of the way. I laughed.
“Get your ass out of the way and let me help you!!” I said.
“Never!!” he yelled back.
We goofed around a little longer and once Jon finished the dishes we walked into his bedroom. My heart raced a little.
This is where it almost happened.
We stopped in the doorway.
“Wanna watch TV?” he said. I smiled.
“Sure!” I said.
We sat on Jon’s bed together and watched the TV on the opposite wall. We played with each other’s hands and looked through the pictures that I took at the game. It was nice. That’s why I liked Jon, too. we didn’t have to do anything fancy all the time, just sitting together and keeping it simple was good for us.
Occasionally we’d break out into a heated makeout session. One of us would start and not stop for a few minutes until we had to catch our breath. Jon made sure not to push me, though. I let him know it was all okay.
It got late into the evening and it started to get dark. Jon had his arm around me and I was leaning on his chest. We both looked outside.
“It’s getting late…” he said. I nodded.
He held me tighter.
“I don’t want you to go…” he said. I traced the muscles on his stomach.
“I don’t either…” I said. We were silent for a minute.
“Do you want to…stay over…?” he asked. I looked up at him.
“Really…?” I said. He sat up.
“Yeah!” he said. “Just stay over, no strings attached!”
I smiled. I believed him.
“That is, unless, you don’t want to then-”
I touched his hand, calming him down.
“You don’t have to convince me, Jonny,” I said leaning over and kissing his cheek. I looked at him.
“Are you sure you want me here?” I said. He took my hands.
“Yes…please, stay…” he said. I laid down and pulled him down to kiss me.
Was I really supposed to say no to that?
I texted Sam and told her I was staying by Jon’s so she wouldn’t worry. Her reply was as expected.
“OH MY GOOOOD!!”
“NOT LIKE THAT!!” I sent back.
“Suuure! Well have fun” she said. I smiled.
I walked back into Jon’s room from texting and he was standing, waiting for me. He smiled.
“Do you, uh…want to…borrow…a pair of pajama pants or something…?” he said noticing my jean shorts. He rubbed the back of his neck. I smiled.
“Uh, sure,” I said. Jon nodded. He walked past me to the dresser behind us and riffled through his drawers, looking. He pulled out a pair of pants and turned back toward me.
“These okay?” he asked.
“Perfect,” I said. He walked up and handed them to me. He stopped.
“I’m, uh…I’m just gonna…” He pointed over his shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”
He walked out of his room and I smiled after him. I looked down at his pants and turned them over in my hands. They were soft and warm.
I looked towards the door to make sure Jon wasn’t there them slipped off my shorts and changed. I threw them in the corner along with my Cubs jersey, which I took off so I was wearing just my tank top. I sat on Jon’s bed and called him in.
“Oh Mr. Toews, you can come in now!”
He poked his head in the room.
“Okay, good.” he said running over and kissing me. I screeched at him running over and laughed. He smiled at me.
We laid on his bed, me in his arms, and talked for hours. We cuddled together as I laid next to him with his pajamas on. As the night went on our eyes grew heavy and our conversations were only whispers.
“I’m starting to fall asleep,” Jon said smiling. I smiled, too.
“Maybe we should turn in for the night,” I said. His lips twitched.
“Okay…” he said. I situated myself more comfortably on Jon’s chest. He kissed my head.
“Goodnight my love,” he said. I smiled and rubbed his chest.
“Goodnight Caption,” I said.
We laid together and within minutes Jon was asleep. He snored lightly, which was more like breathing, his chest rising and falling under my weight. I tried to close my eyes with him but I couldn’t sleep. I sat up from his arms being careful not to wake him. I ran my fingers through my hair, still having something on my mind. My eyes glanced over to a laptop on Jon’s dresser. I bit my lip and glanced over to Jon spread out on the bed. I though hard about this. I got up slowly, not moving the bed, and grabbed the laptop. I lowered myself back on the bed and hit the power button. I heard a light snore and I glanced at Jon. He was still sleeping. The laptop started and I clicked on the internet. I picked at one of my nails, debating on whether to do it or not. I did. I typed in my Tumblr and logged in. I scrolled down my dashboard and looked at my messages. I put my hand over my face, muffling my light sniffs. I angrily closed the laptop and cried lightly to myself. I looked at Jon through my tears. I couldn’t wake him up, not for something as stupid as this. I sighed an uneven sigh. I got up from the bed and laid down on a couch in the other room. I curled up in a ball and cried myself to sleep.