Disclamer: I do not own anythig except mystery girl or the title... even though i wish i owned everything.

Anyway, here is my first Jonathan Hillstrand story so please tell me what you think. Smut will be in chapters along the way and i will tell you when that comes about for you readers who don't want to read that.

The story title is based off of Chris Rene's new song Trouble! Go check it out it fits that story perfectly!(:

Well Enjoy and tell me what you think!

Thanks(:

She's Trouble

I sat on the edge of the bed my head in my hands. I couldn't believe it. She left me, without even a word of anything. No note, no text, no phone call. Nothing she just up and left. I rubbed my hands over my face trying to comprehend it all but the thing was I couldn't. I couldn't understand how the woman I loved just left me with no goodbye. It made me wonder what I did wrong in this relationship. Was it the sex? The way I acted around her? The fact that I wasn't around all the time? What could have possibly driven her away?

~~~~~Six Years Later~~~~~~

A crown and coke was placed in front of the aging man. He thanked the bartender and threw back his drink. The alcohol burned going down his throat but it felt good. He knew he was soon going to be feeling the effects of the alcohol but right now he could care less.

Even after six years he couldn't get her off his mind even to this day. People kept telling him "Get over it man. She ain't coming back." But what one person said still gave him hope. "What is meant to be, will always find a way." He knew this was meant to be, no matter what anyone told him he knew it was right his gut even said so and after almost 40 years he's learned to trust his gut. He wasn't quite sure how he got so soft but he always thought it had something to do with her.

God, she was beautiful and he was sure to this day is. Her long brown wavy hair flowing down her back, her pink luscious lips that were always tinted with flavored lip balm oh and the way she looked without any make-up on. She was a natural beauty, anyone could see that but only he got to see that side of her.

So here he was in a bar all by him lonesome self-waiting for the day that they meet again. Waiting for the day that she walks up to him kiss him senseless. He was waiting for the day that she would show up at his door and gives an explanation for her actions but even he knew that that was wishful thinking.

He rubbed his hands over his face, a habitat that he couldn't seem to break ever since she left, and drowned a shot that was placed in front of him. He paid the bartender and grabbed his phone that sat on the bar and left.

As he laid in bed that night thoughts of her consumed his mind. Images of the good times played out in head like a highlight reel. He never understood how one girl could drive him mad like this. All the other girls that he was with after they broke up never had this effect on him before. What made her so much different from the rest; well that was an easy question for him. Everything. From her head to her toes she was trouble and somehow trouble attracted itself to him.

His mind drifted to the first time they met…

I sat in the bar with my baseball cap twisted backwards watching everyone around me. I ordered the bartender to get me another round when the most beautiful women I had ever seen came in. She grabbed the attention of the entire bar. You could tell she was trouble just by the way she walked. She came up to the bar and grabbed the seat that was two down from me. Her blonde hair was in a low ponytail that had strands of hair scattered around her face. Daisy duke shorts and a tube top covered her tiny frame as the hot weather in Seattle, Washington took effect on them all. This was rare weather for here but I guess you had to expect the unexpected.

She ordered a Miller Lite and a shot of straight up vodka. The bartender put my crown and coke down in front of me. My phone rang in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw it was Andy. I answered it knowing that whatever it was had to be was important.

"Yo, brother what's up?" Andy asked.

"Nothin' much man. You?" I asked sipping my drink.

"You at a bar?" I rubbed my hands over my face, the first time I ever done that.

"Yes, I'm drinking my life away. So what is it that you called me about?" I asked hoping he would say what he needed to say and shut up after that. I loved my brother I honestly did but sometimes he was just downright annoying.

"Well I just wanted to let you know the repairs on the boat are done and we shouldn't have any problems for Red Crab season."

"Okay thanks, man." I said and hung up. I drowned the rest of my drink and put it on the glass. The bartender asked if I wanted a refill but I declined.

"Sorry but I couldn't help over hear your conversation. Drinking your life away?" She asked sliding into the bar stool closer to me. We were literally one seat away from each other. I nodded chuckling.

"Didn't sound so bad in till you said it," I told her honestly.

"Nothing ever sounds so bad in till someone points out the flaws in it." She said. She drowned the rest of her glass and got up walked out the door leaving me utterly confused at what just happened and who she was.

This memory was the one that hurt the least from the rest. It was one of his favorite memories that he had about her. Even after six years the wound still hurt like it was yesterday that she left him. His thoughts drifted back to their first argument that they had as a couple.

"How dare you Jonathan Hillstrand! Don't you dare accuse me of some stupid shit like that!" She waved a finger in his direction.

"Oh like you haven't done the same stupid shit to me?" My voice rose as anger built up inside of me.

"No I haven't! Every time some slut is over you I let you handle it unless I feel the need to step in before things get out of control!"

"Let me do things on my own! Don't step in! I got it okay?" I asked pointing to myself angrily and the thing was we were both sober during this argument which I didn't get.

"As long as your jackass self lets me handle my own guy problems!" She screamed right in my face. God, if we weren't arguing right now I would be kissing her senseless.

"Deal,"

"Deal,"

Every time that he looked back on that memory he couldn't believe that it was over some person that neither of them knew but yet were threatened by. He shook his head chuckling. God, they were like a couple of teenagers in love. He never questioned how their relationship worked he just accepted it and hoped for the best. Obviously, hope didn't work in the end. Red Crab season was shortly approaching fast and he didn't think that they had the strength to do it this year not after everything that happened.

Jonathan picked up his phone off the night stand and pressed a key that lite up the whole screen. It showed that he had 24 unread messages and 16 missed calls. He put his phone back on the nightstand not bothering to look at the message or calls. He didn't feel like dealing with civilization let alone the world right now. All these thoughts of her were driving him back into the shell that he had when she left him six years ago.

A/N: I know that I have like a bunch of other stories out but in all honesty this story came to my mind and hasn't left since! I had to post it up before I lost all interset in it.

So what did you think of poor old Jonathan? And what about mystery girl?

The story title is based off of Chris Rene's new song Trouble and it fits the couple just right so go check it out!

Please tell me what you think? I have the next two chapter written and typed already. I'm just waiting to see what you guys think of it! (: So let me know! Thanks!

My Jacob Harris story and Edgar Hansen story are currently going underwork and won't be posted as a story on here intill i find where i want to take this story. I already know where i'm going with here so it should be a fun ride!(:

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-M