Warning: Contains profanity and some sensual references/hints.

Nikki & Jonesy

Nikki

Maybe it was just her growing into their relationship, but there was a lot that Nikki loved about Jonesy, aside from just loving him. His hair was such a statement-making shade of blue. (Obviously from the way she dressed and wore her hair and piercings, she lived to make a statement.) He had such sun-kissed skin, complimenting his mocha-brown eyes and (kissable) lips. She would never admit to wanting to kiss him for hours at a time, but he was so talented at it. It was more than possible that he was right–kissing was an art, one which he succeeded at despite failing high school art.

They shared the same music taste... sometimes. He listened to the Arctic Monkeys, the Strokes, Vampire Weekend, and MGMT. She liked listening to them too. Then again, he listened to Kanye West, the Weeknd, Joey Bada$$, and Beyoncé (because "she could get it," to which Nikki would respond, "Why would Beyoncé ever get anything from you?" and he'd express mock hurt). In his defense, she did listen to that boyband Dawg Toy.

He was a pleasant shoulder to lean on, a good listener behind closed doors. It wasn't like he never cared about her when the two were together in public, but when they were alone in private, he cared plenty how she felt about everything and nothing. She loved that a lot.

Aside from his brothers, being around his extended family was comforting. They were very welcoming and she fit right in. His family was big enough anyways. One more person every now and then didn't hurt them. His parents, his dad and Jen's mom, never minded having her around and appreciated her as Jonesy's girlfriend, having known her for so long. On the bright side, when she and Jonesy would get married someday, Jen would become her sister-in-law. (Being very in love with and having known him for so long, there was no if in the question of marriage, only when.)

She loved that Jonesy was "badass" to an extent, just enough that it was hot, but not enough where it was downright illegal and insane. He was no stranger to breaking the rules. He was fun and down for a good time at any time, yet enough of a homebody to be okay with watching an old movie at home with her.

He was direct when it came to physical things. He knew what he wanted–her–and it was too damn attractive. She would take to the grave that she loved the way he purred at her; lately, it'd been harder to hide, since she sometimes blushed when he did so... and he did it often. Sometimes when they were making out, he would slap her on the ass and maybe, just maybe, a soft moan would escape her lips. It was evident that he wanted her and she wanted him.

She loved him. She and Jonesy, the relationship just worked for them.

Jonesy

Maybe it was just him having a huge crush on her since he was fourteen and being in love with her now, but Jonesy could talk about Nikki all day, whether it was to their group of friends or strangers or even her. She needed to know these things. Her hair made her stand out. Her piercings did too. Everything about her stood out. She didn't look like the girls he dated prior to her and that didn't create a difference in how he felt about her. It made her better. He loved the curves her baggy pants housed. Of course, the only times he really got to see all those curves were when she was in a bikini, or when she let him take her top off while making out. Making out with her was heaven, not seven minutes in heaven.

He always found her listening to rock or punk or metal, save for the instances where he caught her listening to "My Fantasy" by DawgToy. (He would always ask if that was their only song, to which she would reply a defensive, "No!") She loved Garbage a lot, especially "I Think I'm Paranoid" and "Queer." He never mentioned it to her, but, along with Beyoncé, Shirley Manson could "get it" too. In his fantasies, that is.

She was a less sarcastic and more open person when the two of them were alone and actually talking, talking as in holding conversations beyond, "How was your day?" or "What's up?" She made him think a lot more, being more intellectually stimulating, yet could joke about stupid shit with him. The girl had depth. She knew how to be a good flirt too, when she wanted to be.

He didn't mind being around Nikki's parents much. Her mom had grown to really like Jonesy as her boyfriend, so he didn't have to force "Parental Jonesy" to come out too often around her. Her dad was slightly different. Despite recognizing Jonesy as one of Nikki's friends for ages, he still grilled Jonesy as her boyfriend every now and then; Nikki would snap at him, defending Jonesy and letting her father know that Jonesy treated her with much love and respect. One thing that Jonesy took notice of was that her home life seemed a little more tense lately. Maybe that was why she was at his place so often. She never spoke about her older sister much either.

Honestly, the other girls he had dated were dumb and girly and just pretty faces. Nikki wasn't. Nikki was badass. She was a rule-breaker, not unlike him, but she spoke her mind more openly and was an independent soul. She stood up to authority, sometimes defying it, with a cause in mind. She took risks and owned up for what she believed in. Her confidence was sexy. She was sexy and couldn't give less of a damn if someone thought of her as a bitch.

Talk about a tease. She had mastered the art of the tease, knowing how to get him hot and bothered until he could hardly stand it and took action. Sometimes she would scratch his back up and down while they were making out and it not-so-secretly drove him crazy. At other times, she'd ghost her pale fingers through his hair. He was fully convinced that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He really did want her.

He loved her. He and Nikki, the relationship just worked for them.

(P.S. He thought Rihanna could "get it" too.)

A/N: I felt like writing something like this for a while. I was motivated and inspired even more because of Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell. I just started reading it and I really like it, so much that I mimicked how the book is written (with alternating POVs from none other than Eleanor and Park themselves). Hope you enjoyed it.