hey guys, so here's a new chapter

as a little recap, Jon showed Annie his definition of fun and Annie ended up feeling sick and throwing up at the end of the night.

and since i was told off about my shitty use of quotations, I might as well keep everyone happy and use it properly.

enjoy~

Annie lay lazily in the couch as she watched re-runs of some boring antique collector show. She felt much better than she did this morning when she woke up with her head pounding so hard that it left her crying from the pain for half an hour. The medicine helped, along with sleep. Now, after her seven hour nap, she can't go back to sleep but felt much better, in fact she felt like she'd fully recovered.

Last night was a complete disaster, in Annie's opinion, after she gathered enough information from her grandfather. Last night was meant to be her night with Jon for him to show her his definition of fun and for her to meet his friends. However, last night, according to her grandfather, her drink was spiked and she left the bar after vomiting all over Jon before passing out. Jon apparently dropped Annie off home and didn't left until after midnight, when she was tucked comfortably in bed, clean from her puke. She felt incredibly embarrassed about how the night turned out. A part of her felt angry too. Jon should've at least looked after her properly before the spiking occurred. She was his responsibility after all, it was his night. It wasn't like she let him freeze to death in the creek when they went skinny dipping the other night, no, she prepared a fire for them to keep warm after swimming because she cared for their wellbeing, something he failed to do last night.

The knock on the door disturb Annie and weakly, she forced herself up from the couch. Still in her pyjamas at two in the afternoon, Annie went to answer the door. A friendly postwoman stood behind the door, holding a small box for her. "Annie O'Sullivan?" she asked, reading the name from the parcel.

"Y-Yes," surprised, Annie replied as the postwoman handed her the box. She isn't expecting anything from the post today. Curiously, Annie glanced down at the box in her hand as the postwoman left her behind. Shutting the door behind her, Annie returned back to the couch, placing the small box on the coffee table. Now who could this be from? It doesn't have anything that addressed the sender and it was curiosity that got the best of her so carefully, she opened it up.

A look of utter surprise followed by delight crossed Annie's features upon opening the parcel. The parcel consisted of four blocks of chocolate, not just any chocolate, her favourite brand of chocolate. Now, whoever this is from, she'd give them lots and lots of hugs and kisses, she thought to herself as she took the chocolate blocks out of the box one by one. Spotting a folded piece of paper under all the chocolates, Annie picked it up, opening it eagerly.

"Your grandfather suggested that I send some chocolate your way as compensation because of what happened last night. This is also my pathetic way of trying to be apologetic and romantic. I promise I'll take better care of you next time"

-Jon

Annie frowned after reading the messy writing. Shoving the letter inside the box followed by the chocolates, she turned the TV off and made her way out of the door, anger boiling. He honestly thought he can apologise to her through a piece of paper with the aid of some chocolates?! Even if she was tempted to keep the chocolates, Annie was angry at his cowardice. Still in her pyjamas with little care for that matter, Annie took her grandfather's old bicycle from the garage and made her way to town.

Jeff was chuckling to himself, conversing with a customer about last night's shitty football game results when the shop's bell tinkled, heralding the arrival of another customer. Turning to look at who it was, he stopped his task when he saw Annie standing in front of the door, panting heavily, dressed in nothing but her pyjamas. "Where is he?" demanded the young woman, surprising not only the customers but Jeff himself. Quietly, he excused himself and approached her, never had he seen his granddaughter in this much rage, usually, it was her brothers who are angry.

"Annie, go home and rest," he instructed, opening the door for her, "you need it very much," he added, emphasising the importance of his words but she shook her head stubbornly.

"I didn't cycle all the way here for nothing, Grampa, where is that asshole?" she demanded. Jeff sighed to himself. Well, it looks like the chocolates didn't help at all, unless Jon bought the wrong ones. He shook his head and turned his gaze momentarily to his waiting customers.

"He's at the gym," finally he replied as he watched her pick up his bicycle that she used to get to town. "Annie, it really is best if you go home and rest, I'll talk to Jon," he started but she was already cycling away. Jeff could only chuckle as he watched her go as he mentally reminded himself to tell Jon that the last thing he should do is anger an O'Sullivan woman.

Annie didn't even bother waiting for Jon outside the gym this time. Instead, she barged inside like an angry mother about to do some whooping. The woman behind the front desk tried to stop her and with her best acting skills, Annie informed her that she only came to deliver her a daunting news about his great aunt's health. Hesitant at first, it took a few fake tears before the woman finally allowed Annie in. Clutching the box of chocolate in her hand, Annie entered the gym, her outfit earned a few curious looks as she searched for Jon anxiously.

Meanwhile, Jon performed a number of bench press while he listened to Sami talk about the car he's planning to purchase as Rob continued to make comments about it. He was about to say something when the conversation ceased. "Uh Jon, you might want to stop, I think that's Annie over there," Rob informed him, surprising Jon. He concluded what he was doing and sat up, looking over the direction Rob and Sami were looking. Jon watched both men return to what they were doing, occupying themselves but he knew they were curiously watching on.

Getting up, Jon approached Annie. It intrigued him as he realised she's still dressed in her pyjamas adorned with printed patterns of elephants. Seeing him, she approached him with quick footsteps. He was about to greet her when she threw the box in her hands over his direction, its contents flying out and hitting Jon's face, one block of chocolate that hit his cheek felt almost like a brick was thrown at him. "What the fuck was that about?" he demanded when he recovered, glaring at her.

"You're an asshole without a pair of balls!" Annie accused him, she's angry, he could tell, from her loud voice to her raging hazel eyes. What did he do? Is she going to blame him about last night? She was the one who spoilt his pair of jeans with her own puke, he should be the one angry.

"Could you calm your tits, Annie?" he ordered her as he went to pick up the things on the floor. He spent a lot on those chocolate for her yet she didn't even looked grateful, Jon felt almost offended. "What do you want? What's this tantrum about?" looking up as her, he asked, baby blue eyes looking at her intently, it was making her feel guilty for physically hurting him with her actions.

"If you want to apologise to me, Jonathan, apologise to my face, not on a piece of paper," Annie told him, folding her arms across her chest as Jon stood back up, towering before her, this time, it was him who looked down at her, frowning.

"Is that what this is all about?" he asked her as he shook his head in amusement, Annie continued to glare, unable to believe that he's taking everything so lightly.

"Jon, my drink was contaminated! It was spiked," she told him hysterically, acting as if it was the end of the world. "It was your responsibility to look after my safety yet you screwed up. Did I let your balls freeze when we went skinny dipping? No, I didn't. But you, you made me embarrass myself by drinking that tainted drink-," she said, earning several of the gym member's attention until Jon cut her off.

"Chill out Annie, it was just a party drug," he cut her off, annoyed at the all the attention they were receiving.

"Just a party drug," Annie repeated, shaking her head. "I could've died, Jon, I could've died and all you're going to tell me is that it's just a party drug," tearfully, she told him. What is she overreacting about? Jon curiously wondered to himself if it's her time of the month that's causing her hysteria. "You know what, I don't want to go out with you ever again if you're going to be as negligent as you had been last night," angrily, she told him, turning on her heels to leave, "and keep those darn chocolate!"

Jon watched her storm out, in great shock. It was just a party drug yet she was accusing him like her drink had been spiked with poison. "Wow, what was that about?" Rob who had appeared next to him asked curiously, amused at what he just witnessed.

"I don't know about you Rob but I sense trouble in paradise," added Sami.

"Fuck off!"