Chapter 12

Disclaimer: I do not own the Fosters. I do own Danny and Harry.

AN: Now that both Danny and Harry have been introduced and are together, I can return to focusing on Jonnor, as was requested in a review. As a result, Danny and Harry might not be in the next few chapters, even though they will be mentioned.

Jude's POV:

Last summer passed by fast. So did the first few months of Junior Year. Through it, Connor and I grew closer and closer, as did Danny and Harry. It was good to see them so happy together. We all got our driver's licenses just in time for spring break to arrive. Danny announced that he and Harry were gonna fly to Scotland for the duration of the break, and introduce Harry to the rest of his family, as well as his birth parents. This was a big deal, because before Harry came into the picture, Danny said on multiple occasions that he would never return to Scotland. Just shows how far Harry has brought him.

The day before we saw them off at the airport, Connor announced he was taking me camping for three days. Danny and Harry had immediately gotten frightening grins on their faces and excused themselves to plot, refusing to say a thing when they returned.

Now here I stand next to Connor's old black Chevy Suburban, while watching my boyfriend attempt to stuff a metric ton of camping equipment into the back of the SUV..

"I cannot believe you managed to talk me into this, Connor." I say to my boyfriend, who is busy grinning at me like a dork

"Hey, it's just camping." He shoots back, "How bad could it be?"

"DON'T SAY THINGS LIKE THAT!" I squeak, "That's giving fate a green light to let slip the dogs of war!"

He looks at me funny.

"You've been reading Danny's Shakespeare again haven't you? Because Mark Antony says that in Julius Caesar." He asks me amusedly.

"Actually no." I correct him, "This is one of Harry's."

"You heard back from them yet?"

"Yep." I tell him.

"How's Harry liking Scotland?"

"He loves it. He sounded a bit overwhelmed on the phone."

"Well he is meeting Danny's extended family, and his birth family for the first time, that's to be expected." Connor said, "Remember how nervous I was the first time I met your grandparents?"

"Oh I remember," I say walking over to him, wrapping my arms around him, "You. Were. Terrified."

"I wasn't that bad." He said.

"You gripped my hand so hard, it was turning bluer than the nail polish we were both wearing." I tease him.

He stuck his tongue out at me.

So naturally I started kissing him.

Filthily.

In the driveway.

"Hey Jude... Moms wanted to know-OH MY GOD!"

I whip around to see Callie standing there, here hand clamped tight over her eyes.

"Speak, Callie."

"I may be blind." She says, "I may honestly have just had my eyes burned out."

"CALLIE!" I laugh.

"Uhhh... moms wanted to know what campsite you guys are going to." Callie said, her hand still clamped over her eyes.

"I'll be right in. I want to keep it a surprise." Connor said.

Callie made a lightning fast retreat into the house.

"Aaaaaand we've traumatized my sister. Again." I joke, "What's the count now?"

"I lost track at three hundred seventy two... a year and a half ago." Connor joked back smiling that dopey smile at me.

It's just the kind of smile that begs to be kissed off.

He leaned in for another kiss, but stopped just shy of contact.

"Be right back." He said devilishly, and bolted into the house.

"Dammit Connor!" I shouted after him through my laughter at my boyfriends silly behavior. I shook my head, and turned to pick up my suitcase and place it in the back of the SUV.

God I love him.

Connor comes running out of the house at full tilt, sliding to a stop behind me, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"You ready to go?" He asked excitedly.

"Let's get on the road."

"Good, because it's a three hour drive."

"You say what now?" I say, whipping around to face him, "THREE HOURS?"

Then it clicks in my head. There is only one camping ground that would take three hours to reach. It was the camping site.

"I know where we're going." I tell him. "We're going back to where this all began. Where we went on our middle school trip."

His smile widens and he steps forward, putting his hands on my waist.

"Now you're getting it." He whispers, "Same camping ground, same plot. We are gonna be camping in the exact same spot where we had our first kiss, and I made my feelings known for the first time."

"And you said you were terrible at romance." I joke at him gently, "You're not doing that bad of a job at it."

"What can I say?" He says, staring at me in adoration, "I have my moments."

"You have music?" I ask him.

"Yes I do."

"Then let the show begin."

We both got in the car and I buckled up. Inserted a CD into the radio and pressed play as Connor started the engine and reversed out of the driveway. We both waved goodbye to everybody watching from the front porch. Connor smiled and reached his hand over and threaded his fingers through mine.

Three hours later, our hand's still linked, we pulled into the camping ground. Connor drove over to our plot, and parked.

"I'm gonna go check in." He said, getting out of the car. I unbuckled, and opened the door. I got out of the truck and walked over to a pair of huge trees that sat on the plot. I stood right in the middle of them. This was the spot. The memory of the night of our first kiss together sprung to my mind. I smiled as I sunk into the memory

Flashback:

It was time for lights out, the final night of the camping trip. I slapped my arm, killing another mosquito.

"You okay?"

I whip around to see Connor standing there looking at me, slightly concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I say stiffly.

To be honest, I wasn't fine. Just being in the same room with Connor was hard enough at the moment, but the fact that we would be sharing a tent together was almost infuriatingly nerve wracking.

"I just... uh, forgot the bug spray at home."

"Oh, it's okay. I got some." He said, "You need some help?"

I wanted to refuse, but the mosquitoes were driving me fricken nuts.

"Yes please." I say. He motions for me to hold my arms out. He shakes the can of bug spray and sprays it on me.

"You've been without bug spray this whole time?" Connor asked me concerned.

I nodded, then shrugged.

"You should have said something earlier." He said to me, "I would have gave you some."

I shrugged again.

"Thanks Connor." I say to him. He smiles at me and nods.

Damn that smile of his.

He went first in the tent, so he could put on his pajamas, while I went second. Ten minutes later, we were sitting in the tent, cross legged, reading comic books.

He sighed and put his down.

"Jude, can we talk about something?"

I looked up from my own issue of the Walking Dead, and made eye contact with him.

He looked... unsure. Worried even.

"Sure. What is it?"

He looked down at his hands, which he was wringing together.

"Do you, uh, remember the night that I, uh... snuck over?" He asks slowly.

I snort.

"Kind of hard to forget."

"You remember the game of spin the bottle?" He asked quietly, and cautiously.

"Yes, why?" I ask him confused.

"What was it like for you, kissing Maddie and Chelsea?" He asked me, peaking up at me, before looking back at his hands. I thought about it for a minute, before shrugging.

"It was... awkward. Borderline unpleasant." I admit, with a laugh. Connor's lip quirked into a half smile, but not a full one.

"Something's bothering you, isn't it?" I ask him, and I crawl over to sit next to him.

"A little."

"What is it?" I ask him.

"I was thinking about how I spun it and it landed on you." He confessed.

That makes sense. Almost having to kiss your boy best friend who your dad thinks is gay and has banned you from seeing and then sharing a tent with him. All kinds of awkward.

"And now you feel awkward." I finish for him, "I understand."

"No." He whispered. I turned to look at him

"It's not that." He said quietly.

"Then what is it?" I ask him, confused.

"If uh... if Callie hadn't walked in, would you really have kissed me?"

I stare at him puzzled, because that was the last thing I expected him to say.

"Uh. Yeah. I guess so. It was part of the game. Why?" I asked confused.

He opened his mouth to answer, but closed his eyes and shook his head.

"Never mind."

"Connor." I say to him, "You know you can tell me if something is bothering you."

He nodded, but didn't speak. His silence lasted for a whole minute.

"What do you think it would've felt like." He whispered.

Okaaay, I take it back. THAT is the last thing I expected.

"What do you mean?" I ask him.

He looked at me.

"Do you think it would've been bad?"

"Um, I don't know. Want to find out." I joke to him with a nudge of the elbow.

He turns his head to look me in the eyes...

...And he leaned in.

My eyes widened as our lips connected.

I hesitated for a moment before kissing back.

Now this was a kiss. A proper kiss. This is how a kiss should feel. It was like the world had melted away, and it was just the two of us. I fell onto my back, pulling him down with me.

We kissed for what felt like forever, but was really only about ten minutes. We separated with a gasp, and Connor fell back onto his back. As we both sat up, we looked at each other, and I looked from his swollen lips into Connor's eyes.

In those eyes, I saw realization and confusion at the same time. I saw exhilaration and fear.

"That was..." I started to say, but I couldn't form the words.

"Yeah." He said to me. He stared at me. A single tear fell from his eye.

I crawled over to him.

"You okay?"

"Yeah." He says, even though he clearly isn't, "My dad can't find out about this. You have to keep this a secret, please?"

I looked into his pleading eyes, and nodded. He pulled me into a one armed hug, before moving to get into his sleeping bag.

"G'night Jude."

"G'night Connor."

As I lay awake in that tent, I knew that things would never be the same again.

End Flashback.

I'm shaken from my memories when I feel Connor wrap his arms around me from behind, and rest his chin on my shoulder.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"Just thinking about the first time we were here."

Connor laughed.

"Yeah. Me too."

I turned my head to look at him and kissed him.

"SO," I say, pulling away from him, "What are we gonna do after we get the tent up?"

"THAT, my dear, is a surprise." He said with a wink. I scowled playfully at him.

"I bet I could weasel it out of you." I joke, pulling him into another kiss.

"Fine. Today, we are gonna get this tent up, then we are gonna go for a swim, have a picnic by the water. Then we are gonna kiss some more. Then we are gonna come back here and get the fire started, and then when it starts to get dark we are gonna go back to the lake, and watch the sunset."

It didn't take long for Connor to put the tent up. Only about ten minutes, in which I sat against the tree watching, because if I tried to help I would end up destroying it in an impatient rage.

When he was finished, he went to the car and pulled out a cooler. He walked over to me and I stood up and wrapped me arm around him.

"Let's go."

It was the most perfect day I had ever had, and for once, everything went to plan. Which in our circle is an incredibly rare thing.

We sat on the dock at the lake, our legs dangling over the side staring at the setting sun. The sky was a rich shade of pink. I exhaled.

"This is perfect."

Connor leaned his head on my shoulder.

"Yeah. It is."

Twenty minutes later we headed back to the tent to inflate the air mattress that moms insisted we bring. Afterwards, we went to the back of the Suburban to get our nightclothes. We opened the bag and stared into it.

Or more at the smaller box that had been stuffed in with it.

We looked at each other. My cheeks turned red.

"How much you wanna bet it was Danny and Harry?" Connor asked me, equally red.

"I'm going to fucking kill them." I growled exasperatedly.

It was a box of condoms, with a note attached.

My eye twitched in irritation as I picked up the note.

"It says: Enjoy mates, don't do anything we wouldn't. Love Danny and Harry." I read.

We both stare at the box for a minute. Then back at each other. Then back at the box.

"I know we've fooled around and stuff a lot before, but have you ever actually thought about it before? Actually doing it?"

"Yeah. Of course. I'm a seventeen year old boy." I say to him.

We looked at each other. Then back at the box. Then back at each other. He looked at me with a smirk and raised his eyebrows a couple of times. I grinned at him and grab the box.

"Race you to the tent?" I ask.

"I'm right behind you."

Needless to say... we didn't get to sleep until the wee hours of the morning.

I made a mental note to thank Danny and Harry when they got back.

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