An Odd IOU
"…Biatch!" Jonathan's trademark catchphrase never ceased to crack up the crowd, now roaring in laughter. It was followed by immense cheering and clapping, which signaled to you that the show was over. The guys walked backstage, sweaty and fueled by adrenaline and booze. Right after their performance was one of your least favorite times because they were just obnoxious, but tonight was special.
Jonathan meanders toward you and takes a seat on the crates left unpacked. "Will people ever tire of that signature line?" you ask him, jokingly shaking your head. He mock gasps in response. "Well! I can't help that people like it!" You smile and he leans in and kisses you sweetly on the lips. "I can't believe you couldn't get out of this tonight. I mean, it's our 1 year anniversary. Do you know how often that happens?" Jonathan seemed to ponder it. "Once?" he answers. You ruffle his curly hair and slip your hand into his.
"Did you say it's your anniversary today?" Brad asked, sounding surprised but had a grin plastered on his face. You and your boyfriend share a glance. "Guess the cat's out of the bag now," Jonathan shrugs. "Hey guys!" Brad hollers. "It's their fucking anniversary!" Everyone shouted congrats, and you heard Ryan chuckle, "You worked tonight? Oh, you're so not getting laid now."
"That's what you think," both you and Jon quip back simultaneously, then burst out laughing. You two were the epitome of what a couple is. You absolutely adored his quirkiness and the fact that he was able to act like a kid and then have an in depth conversation. You loved that you could spend so much time together but not get sick of each other. You would simply be around him doing nothing at all, and enjoy every moment. Whether you liked it or not, your relationship was one big, amazing cliché.
After escaping the MGM, you and Jonathan head to a Starbucks; going there after a show was somewhat of a ritual. He leads you to a table underneath the awning, and sits you down on his lap. "Outside?" you question. "It's about to storm," he responds, pointing upwards. Watching the rain fall was another one of those cliché things that you both were obsessed with. The thunder claps, and lightning illuminates the sky. The sound of raindrops pitter-pattering on the road is music to your ears.
"You owe me an umbrella." Jonathan cranes his head to look at you, obviously confused. "Is that a euphemism?" You smile and explain. "Remember our first date?" He groans. "It was almost a year ago. You can't expect me to know." Ignoring him, you went on. "It's not easy to forget. You got a speeding ticket, the movie theater was closed, and I ended up twisting my ankle and going to the hospital." The way Jonathan was trying not to laugh told you that he knew what you were talking about.
"Anyways, before going to the hospital we were just sitting outside under my one umbrella, right? Then you randomly kissed me—"
"And it went on for so long that you dropped your umbrella!"
"Yeah, the wind took it."
"But I got to see you in a wet t-shirt."
"Was that your plan all along?"
"It got us here, didn't it?"
You wrap your arms around him tight and rest against his body. "God I love you," he whispers lovingly, meaning every word. Jonathan kissed the top of your head and you both watched the storm commence, engulfed in your own world. Sure, you guys might have looked stupid. Sure, you two were hopeless romantics. But there was nowhere else you'd rather be.