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Jonah's car

Wednesday, November 18 9:26

The front seat of Jonah's car was amazing. Built in seat warmers, and an amazing scent… something that smelled like… cologne and coffee mixed, met me as I stepped into the…Volvo.

As Jonah stepped in he ducked his head, and hopped into the seat. The car vibrated to life, an d pulled away from Sam, who face still looked utterly shocked.

"All right," Jonah said, sweeping his hair away from his face, in a gesture that was totally unintentionally…sexy. But then again everything about Jonah was sexy. His voice, his smell, his eyes when it did their weird little twinkling thing, they were all sexy… but then again maybe I'm the person who notices. The twinkling thing I mean.

"Where to?" He asked. I was still in shock from sitting in the front seat of his car to notice he had asked me a question. When he asked me again I felt like a total idiot, but a goddess at the same time.

"Um, I guess school." I said this looking out at the road, instead of his crystal eyes.

"I guess the only problem there is getting home, isn't it?" he smiled, and I looked. Bad combination. Gorgeous man plus an amazing smile? I almost melted in my seat.

"I think you could call that a problem," I found myself saying after I gathered myself together.

He laughed. Laughed. Actually "ha-ha" laughed. He thinks I'm funny! No one thinks I'm funny. Not even Sam.

"I could bring you home, you know. I don't have any special plans." I could change that.

"Yes!" I said. Although the way he looked at me was like, I had seven head and three eyes, so I think I screamed it. Not said it. "I-I mean. Yeah, you can take me home. But don't you have to take your girlfriend, Sara," I spat her name with as much venom as possible, without scaring Jonah away. "Doesn't she need a ride?"

He looked disgusted. "Sara is not my girlfriend. She never really was. Although," he laughed again. "She thought she was. She tried holding my hands in the hallways. Dancing with me at parties, blah-blah-blah."

"Oh." I had seen those times when she was holding his hand or something. Or even at the parties when she would try to kiss him.

"So, you're, ah, quite the artist, aren't you?" he said reaching into the back, grabbing something and pulling it forward. Throwing it onto my lap, I realized what it was. My sketch book.

I looked at the book and automatically wanted to cry. He had the sketch book with him all last night. And there was nothing I could do about that now.

He saw me looking down, and after a couple minutes of awkward silence ticked by, he spoke again.

"Look, you don't need to be embarrassed. I actually find it kinda cool that you admire me so much." He looked at me, but I didn't budge.

After another minute, when the car stopped and I thought he was going to talk again, I looked up to notice we were parked in front of my house.

"What are we doing he-" I began to ask but he cut me off.

"Do you want some coffee?"

My house

Wednesday, November 18 10:03

"You remembered where my house was?" I asked him as I handed him his coffee. "You haven't been here since Danny went to college." Danny, my brother, had gone to college when he was supposed to be in eleventh grade. He was a very gifted person.

"It's been, like, five years." I said as he sighed after his sip of coffee.

"I guess I've got my dad's sense of direction."

I nodded my head. Jonah and Danny were always very close, mainly because Jonah's older brother Max was best friends with Danny. So Jonah came over frequently, to see Danny. I usually just hid in my room, afraid I embarrass myself.

This time, since I had already embarrassed myself enough, I felt no need to run into the safety of my bedroom. And also, if I had Jonah in my room, what would happen? Thoughts would come in. Very, very strange thoughts…

"Your mom and dad aren't going to be mad that we skipped school are they?" he asked, placing the coffee cup on the table.

"No, are you kidding? They love you." I said putting a mental note in my head, to keep that coffee mug very safe.

"And they won't be mad that I'm here… because they love me. Right?" he smiled again.

"Right."