Petula blinked, feeling warm air puffing out onto her face and she found the reason to why a soft warm breeze was in her bedroom. She woke up facing Jon the next day.
Jon was relaxed, calm, something that Petula had a hard time seeing lately. His hair looked as wild as hers felt. Standing up at odd angles, and for as short as her was, that was saying something.
"Why are you up?" Jon asked, making her jump back from him.
"Don't scare me like that. I could have screamed in your face. As for why I'm up, I have to get ready for work." She started to push the covers back as she tried to sit up.
Her tank top and shorts, her usual attire for bed when at home, were all screwed up. Her shorts were rising up her thighs and one strap was hanging off her shoulder. As she was getting out of the bed, Jon reached up and pushed the strap back up. Petula stopped and looked at him as Jon gave her a lopsided grin.
"You were about ready to flash me, Babe. I may be a man but I don't think you're ready for that just yet."
"Thank you, Jon."
"No worries. Go get ready for work." He nodded with his head.
Jon got up as Petula was in the shower. Any other time he would have joined a woman in the shower. But this was Petula after all. This was a different kind of woman, a woman who deserved more attention, more love because that was all she was going to give him. She was not the kind of person who would cheat, because of her attachment issues.
There was a time in Jon's life when something like this was unheard of. He was falling more and more for Petula, but the last thing Jon was willing to do was rush anything with this special woman.
Jon got up and got relatively dressed. Petula told him to stay at the apartment and that way he wouldn't be doing anything. He had to wait about two more days before he could go to work with her. Before he was injured Petula's other friend Fiona threatened him with loosing his manhood if he did anything to jeopardized Petula's happiness. And with threat of getting his balls cut off with Fiona's husband's worse pair of scissors, Jon promised with himself that he would not hurt Petula, not like how Stu did.
He heard ringing, text messages were being sent to Petula's cell phone. One right after the other, in rapid fashion and Jon grew worried. He picked her phone up from the coffee table in the living room and looked at it.
"Love, miss you. Stu"
"You know I am the only one for you, Stu."
And other ones such as these followed each other. But it started up the night that Jon had been injured, almost like Stu was trying something. Just because Jon was not severely injured, Stu had no right contacting Petula. She had put a block on the cell phone, because all these texts were going straight to her trash can on the phone.
"Jon…" He looked up and almost dropped the phone.
Petula was wearing just a towel around her body, her hair slicked back against her head as she dripped on the floor.
"I, I, I," he mentally scolded himself thinking all the bad things about her. "Your phone has been going off." He held it up.
"Oh good grief." She moved towards him, leaning down and taking the phone from Jon's hand. "Will he stop it? I mean, what is his motive?"
"Maybe he sees how happy we are and knows that I don't intend hurt you at all." Jon suggested as she finally shut off her phone.
"Yeah, maybe. Um," that is when she realized how under dressed she was.
"What?" He raked his eyes over her figure. "Nice legs, Babe."
"Jon, are all males so hormonal?"
"Sure, if they are man whores who don't care for who they sleep with. But with you, Babe, I can wait for as long as you want me to."
"Let me go get changed, Sweets." She said, blushing a bit red in the face before scurrying off down the hall to her room.
Well that was a milestone. She finally gave him a nickname. Jon leaned back on the couch and smiled. Sweets, it was something he could live with. It was a step up from being called and asshole like his last stable girlfriend had so many years ago.
Petula had to be at the warehouse where all the robots and the filming was happening in a few days. She had to arrive in a blue jumpsuit, she had several in her possession at that point, and when she wore them it made her look different.
"Do I look okay?" She asked walking down the hall.
"You look better than okay. You're my girl so of course you're going to be gorgeous."
She didn't say anything right off the bat, not that she would.
"Should I grow out my hair?" She asked suddenly.
"I like your short hair. It gives you character, Babe. Why are you asking so many of these questions?"
"Because I want to be perfect for you," she said as she came to stand in front of him.
Jon sat forward and lightly grabbed her hand. "Look at me, Tula. Perfect is overrated. Perfect people are too damn boring. Look at AJ Lee. She may look perfect but look closer. She is this woman who wants more attention, and it doesn't matter how she gets it. She wants what she can't have. But you, you're not perfect and neither am I. Look at me, I'm an ugly bastard."
"I thought you didn't like me talking bad about myself. Why do you talk badly about yourself?" She asked, sitting down next to him on the couch.
"Because I can."
"You have to promise me, if I can't talk down about myself then you can't do the same with your self." She said, resting her head on his shoulder, holding onto the hand that was holding hers.
"Okay." He leaned down and kissed her head, running his thumb over the back of her hand.
Petula pulled back and smiled at him. "I stocked up the kitchen, you can do whatever you want. I still have that game system if you must know. You can start up your own account so you don't interrupt my game."
"I can? How far have you gotten along in you game?"
"I'm up to level 14 but that was easy to get to. Those dragons are beasts. It's hard to kill them."
"Games are supposed to be harder the further along you go in them."
"I know, it's just, with me working more now I don't really have but an hour to fill in with game time. Also I've been working on a side project."
"Really, what sort of project?"
"It's nothing really. It's not even finished yet. Anyway, I need to get going. I'll be back around seven tonight and maybe we can watch a movie together with cheese pizza."
"Pizza sounds good. I could go for a good slice of pizza."
Petula kissed him, pressing her forehead to his afterwards and looked him in the eyes. "See you soon, Sweets."
"You know it."
Jon watched her leave, after picking up her phone and shoving it into her work satchel. Once she had left the apartment, closing the door behind her, Jon sighed and looked around the silent apartment.
"Well, now I'm bored. What can I do?" He asked.
Sitting on the stand under the television was the PS3, and seeing as Petula was less likely to get any more games than the one she already had, Jon was interested in doing it.
"Might as well, it's going to get boring around here."
Once he had created his own account on Petula's PS3, a simple Jon would work. Accessing Skyrim on the main menu under the game section, he sat back with the controller in his hands and dove right into a game he'd only ever really played on minor occasions.
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Hours passed. Jon had actually stopped playing when he started getting hungry.
"So this is what game addicts are like." He said using his cane to get up from the couch after he saved his game.
Jon found out that he could figure out what kind of a person people were by looking in their food cupboards. He hadn't stuck around long enough the last time he was at Petula's place, but then again she had fixed him his meals for him. She seemed adept at taking care of someone.
"Probably because her Dad needed her to do it." Jon paused. "Damn it, I'm talking to myself again."
There was a lot of peanut butter and jelly in the cupboards. There was even a take out menu tacked up on a corkboard hanging on the fridge. She could cook but she chose not to was the thing Jon figured out. Not wanting to snoop a lot more, although finding premade burger patties in the freezer, Jon decided on making a hamburger for lunch, since he played Skyrim through breakfast.
"Ah, what a good burger," Jon relished after the first bite.
Content with his meal, and with the fact that he found a TV show to watch while eating his burgers, Jon settled into the comfortable couch.
Half way through his meal and a Dateline program he found about autism, there was a knock at the door. Groaning, he put the plate down on the coffee table, and grabbed his cane to help him off the couch. Not bothering to look through the peep hole, Jon just opened the door.
Upon opening the door one of the few people he hoped to see was standing there.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He demanded.
Okay, I'm doing a small poll because at this plot point, anything can happen but I'm not sure of what will. So, who is the person at Petula's door. PM me, or review your answer of who you want to be at the door.
A) Petula's mother Virgina
B) Stu is at the door.
C) Someone else entirely, within reason of course.
So those are your options. I would like to hear your thoughts and comments on this because at this point, I've hit a brick wall on where to go with the story. If I get over this hump, heh hump, I can continue with the story.