Hello :P It's not Wednesday but I am back to upload a new chapter. It's strange for me to not upload on time and even stranger that it's the second time in two weeks! But since my work is being refurbished, my shifts have been all over the place and I have been working extra days and haven't had even the time to think about uploading. But here I am now. This chapter comes before the one I uploaded last week. It should have come before but I completely forgot about this one. In ways, it is kind of heavy. But it shows more about why Georgina and Jonah didn't become a couple when they were younger, even if they did mess around :P I hope you enjoy!

Ages:

Jonah: 27

Georgina: 19

Charlie: 27

Disclaimer: I own the story, Georgina, Jonah and just Charlie's name. (He's the dad of James that appears in the anime.)

I breathed out through my nostrils as I moved closer between Jonah and Georgina as they napped, feeling almost every muscle in my body twitching. I was approaching dream land quickly and it didn't take me long to see what they were both dreaming about. I felt like I was travelling not only through time and space, but something far bigger. And something far more inviting too.

In my sleep, my eyelids shivered and grew hot as a vision filled my brain. My brow furrowed and, as I continued sleeping on, my sleeping eyes adjusted to the bright morning light of my dream.

I could see a long haired and masculine figure standing by the window, his lower body wrapped casually in only a blanket. He was leaning against the wall and looking out at the early morning light of Kanto. I could also see a human body shape in the bed but that was less visible to me than the male was.

He brushed his long locks out of his eyes before continuing to look and, as my own eyes adjusted to the sight, I could see he was squinting at the yellow and grey-blue of dawn. The rest of the room was a sleepily magical silvery grey and it was the person turning around in bed and gently sitting up in her own covers that got my attention next.

I heard her breathing was still lightly panting as she hugged the duvet around her own body. She then pushed her own long locks out of her eyes before lifting her hand up to shield the dawn breaking light that was getting into them. Following that, she edged closer to the edge of the bed so she could be nearer the male figure. Her hand gestured in the air before she flopped back in bed contentedly, speaking to him with a smile.

"Aren't you coming back in here?" she asked in a quiet and feminine tone, using her hand to pull the duvet further up under her chin before that same hand almost covering her eyes sheepishly. "It may be a new year but it's pretty chilly here without you."

After hearing her voice, I could tell that the person I was seeing and hearing was most definitely young Georgina. And I didn't have to take another look at him leaning against the wall to know who he was.

Jonah couldn't help but smirk softly as he ran another hand through his long strawberry blonde locks before he turned to look at her playfully. He remained using his other hand to keep the blanket up that was covering his lower half.

"Oh I'm not sure that I can do that for you." He responded to her in a low tone, giving her a brief glance with sparkling green orbs before gazing back out to the gardens in the early day sunlight. She seemed to focus on him more when he wasn't looking at her. He continued. "I believe that my job here is done."

I knew that Georgina's fair cheeks were blushing heavily upon hearing this and I understood why. It was perfectly clear to me what they had been up to and the job that Jonah was referring to was. I tried not to too heavily focus on that part. I continued watching as the red haired female propped herself up on one arm. She pouted.

"That's not very gentlemanly of you." She told him with a joking raise of the eyebrow before purposely inching her bare leg out of the covers and making it hang over the edge of the bed. She continued with an airy sigh. "Besides, I'm fond of you for other reasons than besides… That."

When she fluttered into shy giggles at her own words, Jonah was quick to chuckle sheepishly along with her. He soon nodded his head and didn't hesitate to oblige. He dropped the blanket that he was holding in front of himself and luckily I didn't see anything as he dived into the duvet with her instead. He pulled the covers over both their bodies and heads and began sweetly pressing kisses over her face. This of course caused her to giggle more.

"I'm pretty fond of you too, I have to say." He told her contentedly and in between kisses before he pulled away for air and tugged the duvet back down off their heads for the same reason. He smiled jokingly at her. "But the reason for that is because of what we just did."

Georgina of course knew that he was very much joking – anyone could tell judging by the sparkle in his eyes and the way he was looking at her – but she gave him a playful shove in the chest anyway. She spoke to him through pouty lips as her hands stayed on his muscular shoulders.

"I'm not sure I like this fake cocky side of you." She told him and nudged her nose against his before moving her fingers to the back of his hair. Her eyes met his as she smiled earnestly at him. "I'd prefer it if you just shut up and held me."

Her words were followed by more sheepish giggles from Jonah who was happy to oblige. And almost as soon as she had asked it of him, he lovingly wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her close to him. His fingers brushed the middle of her back tenderly as they embraced and his lips lingered near her ear.

Though it was a tender moment for them both, I couldn't help but watch them. I had listened in and been a part of Jonah telling Misty the stories of him and Georgina when they were younger. How he had always had feelings for her. How she was his first love. How she was his only ever real love. And I knew that he was speaking the truth when I watched how he was with her.

Despite what Georgina jokingly told him, he was very much gentlemanly. He was clearly passionate too but he was tender and respectful and gentle. The way he hugged her proved this very much. And the shine in his eyes told everybody that watched him that he was very much in love with her. It was only a pity that she couldn't see it for herself.

Jonah hugged Georgina's body even closer to his and he was about to whisper something into her ear when, all of a sudden and out of nowhere, the door sprung open. Before they could even tell who it was, both the couple in bed gasped and pulled the covers further over their bodies.

After the person entering the room's eyes and brain could focus and register on the scene that was happening, he too gasped. Loudly. And he also recoiled. After taking multiple steps back in disgust, his jaw clenched. He took those steps forward again to grab hold of the door handle. He slammed the door with a shut, not being able to take the sight anymore. Charlie yelled from the other side.

"Damn you, Jonah! Damn you! Damn you!"

As he continued repeating this phrase, one of the words changed to a far more offensive four letter one. Though my eyes were seeing the sight inside the room, I imagined the purple haired male spitting with rage. He went back to the former word of horror as he screamed.

"Damn you! Damn you both!" he cussed and after that, he stormed off down the hall and into the bathroom to calm down. Judging by how the door slammed and almost shook the house behind him, it wasn't going to work.

Georgina's eyes were squeezing tightly together at the fact that her brother had caught her in bed with his best friend who was much older than her, and her fingers were tangled in her hair. Jonah breathed out shakily and, unlike her, his hands were still on her body. They slowly moved away as he shakily processed what had just happened. He swallowed.

"Jeez…" he breathed out almost comically but as each second passed, you could tell that by his expression he was visibly upset. He swallowed again and rolled closer to Georgina and rested his hand lightly on her shoulder. He wanted to check how she was doing since she had begun panting quietly again and not like how she had been doing before. "Are you okay?"

Neither of them knew that, since slamming into the bathroom to give the metal bin a mighty kick out of horror, Charlie had snuck back and was standing back outside the door. He was listening in, not feeling any better about the situation as each moment passed. He whacked on the door with the base of his hand and couldn't help but cry out.

"Of course my sister is not okay! She's in bed with a lump that she's always viewed as family! You're basically another older brother to her!"

Jonah pulled a face upon hearing his high pitched and whining British tones, his bottom lip briefly getting stuck on the dryness of his teeth with his own disgust at what he was hearing. But he shook it off, making a mistake in the process of trying not to upset his best friend further.

"How do you know that it's her I'm with?" he called back rather loudly before his own hand flew to his mouth. He winced at himself. In his desperate attempt to keep calm to hopefully make Charlie regain his composure, he had accidentally said something else instead of muttering to Georgina 'how does he know it's you that I'm with?'

I imagined Charlie's green orbs growing even wider with mortification as I heard his footsteps recoiling once again. But this wasn't after he banged on the door with his hand once again.

"Damn you, Jonah!" he repeated and squeezed his own eyes tightly shut like Georgina had been doing before. He then shuddered and forced himself to speak without gagging – or perhaps worse – being sick all over the carpet of the corridor. He forced his shoulders to straighten as his eyes opened. He squeaked. "You have a lot of explaining to do!"

And with that, he stormed back off to the bathroom – evidently the nearest room that he could find – and began whacking and kicking everything in it in his tantrum like rage. Despite the clear tension of the situation, I couldn't help but giggle in my sleep. Though they were rather nervous titters, when I thought about it, it wasn't really that funny at all. I didn't know who I felt sorrier for.

I had never been fond of Charlie and his temper tantrums but it must have been horrific for him to walk in on his best friend embracing his little sister in the way that he was. And it must have been mortifying for Georgina to know that her big brother had seen her in an almost vulnerable state with his best friend.

And as for Jonah – well – it was both horrific and mortifying and terrifying too. He was going to have to face up to Charlie and somehow try and save their friendship, as well as making sure he could still be in he and his little sister's life. It was a pickle. But I was sure that it could be fixed.

That was until the strawberry blonde male rolled out of bed after giving Georgina an airy kiss on the cheek and he began getting dressed. When she saw him getting dressed, she did too. And that's when I spied her bump. I couldn't help but cringe. Yikes. Jonah and Georgina had gone at it while she was pregnant with the baby she was carrying for the same brother and his wife. It really was more of a pickle than I initially believed.

Jonah of course knew how bad it all must have seemed to Charlie but he forced himself to be calm. He dressed himself in his trousers and his shirt and his suspenders that he had been wearing the night before. He also tied his hair back in a loose ponytail. As his fingers played hairdresser on his own locks, he gave Georgina a brief reassuring smile.

"Don't worry about it." He told her simply, his dimple showing off for a second before his mouth went back to being straight as he tried to keep up his composure. He rubbed his own forehead as he continued. "If anyone can handle your brother, it's me."

Georgina had jokingly told Jonah moments ago that she didn't appreciate his fake cocky streak but it was in moments like that, that she did. She certainly did appreciate it. But there were parts of her that also didn't believe it. She knew him almost more than anyone. They had grown up together. They had experienced it all together. So she knew how gentle and sensitive and vulnerable he was.

But she figured that, if he knew this about himself and he was willing to be brave and continue on anyway, then she had to have faith in him. She gave him a small nod of the head and a grateful smile while her fingers went to her bump to soothe both the baby kicking and her own kicking.

Jonah caught sight of this and gave her another nod of the head and his eyes sparkled like they had done before. But it was a very different sparkle than that had occurred before as he exited the room and shut the door behind him. He took a moment to lean against it as the tears threatened to prick his green orbs. He breathed out through his nose. And I knew.

He really did love her. Not only did he love her character and who she was as a human being, but he was in love with her too. So deeply in love with her. And that was becoming even harder to ignore and act like he was fine with accepting that as a simple fact as they began to have those moments of intimacy together more and more.

But like he had done before and in the bedroom, he forced himself to be brave. He sniffed back any vulnerability and emotion and he headed down the stairs to make himself a coffee before he had to face his best friend.

Though my view changed when he went into a different room, my mind stayed on all the scenes that I had seen inside the bedroom. I simply didn't understand it. The way they looked at each other. They clearly adored one and other. They so obviously were in love with one another. I smiled sadly in my sleep. It became apparent to me. Just because you're in love with someone, doesn't mean that you end up together with them.

I slowly drifted out of my thoughts as Jonah wandered to the front porch of the house with his coffee cup in his hand, hoping that Charlie would know where to find him. I knew that deep inside he was also hoping that his best friend would just give up and not want to talk about it at all. But that was most definite wishful and pie in the sky thinking.

As he waited for his best friend, his eyes almost automatically wandered back to the sky. How the colours had so vastly changed just like the mood of the day from when he was last looking up at it. He almost shook his head when his brain noted this before he took a sip of his coffee. How was he going to smooth out this one? He didn't know. I didn't know. But it would soon be apparent.

Charlie was slowly and almost robotically approaching him, his shoe heels making a clicking sound on the decking as he walked. He opened the conversation in quite a strange way, causing Jonah to quickly turn around.

"When are you to marry her?" he asked his best friend, swallowing after speaking and his for once bald upper lip twitching as if he was still holding back the heaves.

Needless to say, this conversation opener surprised both Jonah and myself. But the strawberry blonde male hid it better in the past than I was doing in my sleep. He held his coffee cup in his hand and unlike his warm drink, he kept his cool.

"Good morning." He responded airily, almost making fun of the fact that Charlie hadn't even greeted him on either of the two times that he entered where Jonah was.

Like Georgina, Charlie also knew how sensitive and worrisome the green orbed male could be so he was thrown off by his composure. He was also thrown off by his greeting. His 'good morning' had twisted inside his ears and he thought that he had said something else. He thought that he was hearing that his best friend and his sister were going to marry that morning. He gritted his teeth as he repeated the question.

"When are you to marry her…" he began, his lip curling as his mouth was forced to say the name of his best friend. That day, it was most definitely leaving a sour taste. He said his name hesitantly. "…Jonah?"

The male in his shirt and his suspenders was still keeping his composure though I believe I could almost hear his hard thudding heartbeat from my dream like state. He chuckled lightly before taking another swig of his coffee. Charlie persisted, moving closer to him and his eyes focusing on him like a hawk.

"Damn you, Jonah! If you've been up to… That… Then you must marry her!" he announced to the older male before banging his hand on the wooden porch railing. "When are you marrying her?"

Jonah winced upon hearing the bang and felt the old and rickety pillar wobble and both of us were sure that it was going to topple off the porch. He swallowed though he had already gulped down his mouthful of coffee. He shook his head slowly. He forced himself to meet his best friend's magnified gaze.

"I am not going to marry her, Charlie…" he began slowly and softly but he knew that he had to hurry up with his outward thoughts and his sentences when his caused his perhaps ex best friend to jolt in annoyance. "That's not to say that I would. If she would have me, I so would. But-"

Jonah was about to say the complete polar opposite of what the purple haired male was assuming. His lip curled even further with each sentence he spoke to the older make.

"But you'd just rather continue doing… Just that? How odious."

The long haired male was quick to deny this with a shake of his head as he put his coffee cup on another of the rickety railings.

"No!" he insisted, his eyes filling with hurt as he breathed out. His head continued shaking as his hair blew lightly in the early morning breeze. "You know that I care for her. You tackled me with that observation years ago – that I care for her more than a brother's best friend should. But she doesn't realise how I feel about her."

Charlie also shook his head upon hearing this but like his sister, he also knew Jonah very well indeed. He knew when he wasn't lying. He rarely did. And in that instant, he definitely wasn't. But despite still knowing his best friend, he wasn't close to forgiving him. His eyes finally looked away from him. They focused on his bare feet as his nose twitched with disgust.

"God damn you to hell, Jonah. She is my baby sister and she is carrying my child for me. For us. So is that it? Is that what it is? Did you seduce her to spite me?"

I swallowed with hurt for Jonah and I watched as, once again, he deeply denied this accusation. He understood that Charlie would think badly of him given what he had had to walk in on but he didn't believe it was that bad. He too was hurt. For himself. His brain forced himself to ignore it. But his eyes couldn't. They briefly pricked with tears and he swallowed as he continued denying with a shake of his head.

"No. No." he insisted and he was about to open his mouth again and explain himself when Charlie butted in before he had the chance. And again – Charlie was assuming something way different from the truth.

"Damn you." He repeated in a mutter, pausing to look at his best friend and his fingers edging towards his upper lip to itch where his moustache normally grew. I believed that was then he wished to have it back. It almost gave him confidence. He forced himself to continue. "What about Jesse?"

I blinked when I heard this name be mentioned but Jonah winced. He did his best to hide it, though and he shrugged. He moved closer to the railings and closer to his coffee mug.

"My father is dead, Charlie, you know that as well as I do. What of him?"

Charlie was quick to remind him. I could tell in his face that he wanted to make his best friend feel bad. I couldn't understand that.

"He had hopes for you, Jonah, high hopes. I know as well as you do that that he wished for you to wait until marriage. He-"

In that moment, Jonah did something highly unlike himself. He interrupted. He did it coolly.

"Him not knowing what I got up to before marriage isn't what killed him." He uttered truthfully before disliking in himself how cocky his own words sounded. He continued after quietly picking his coffee mug up. He looked at his best friend. "Not everybody wants to be like you, Charlie."

I saw in the purple haired male's face that he knew that he wasn't making Jonah feel bad in the way that he was hoping too. I hated him for that. He tried a different approach. He went back to stroking his bald lip as his hawk eyes pin pointed themselves on Jonah.

"What about that baby of mine that my little sister is carrying for me?" Charlie began and Jonah himself began to realise that his best friend was trying to make him feel regretful and disgusted. Like he had somehow betrayed his best friend. He didn't like that. He didn't like that at all. He interrupted again.

"What about him?"

That tone most definitely didn't sit right with the pompous male. His eyes widened with horror. And like I've mentioned many times before, Jonah was and is a sensitive lad. His own tone didn't sit right on his own tongue. He held his hand up as he continued.

"I didn't mean it like that." He told his childhood friend softly and calmly, his tones returning very much to the tones that I had always known. The Jonah voice was back. He continued after a quiet sigh. "You said for yourself that she is your baby sister and she is carrying your baby for you. Well, that's one of the reasons I haven't sprung a relationship on her. Let alone asked her to marry me."

Charlie was a person who often didn't like to listen. He much preferred talking and having people listening to him. But for once, he forced himself to listen. Though the expression on his face proved that he wasn't going to be swayed or convinced easily. Jonah explained himself.

"The fact that she's doing that for you is amazing, isn't it? You hopefully know that. I know that. But she doesn't know that. She just thinks of it as her honour. As her own endeavour. But it is amazing. It's a big thing. And it's going to be a big thing when she has to hand that little boy over to you. So why would I spring a relationship onto her? Especially now. She'll have so much to think about. She doesn't need me to think about as well."

The purple haired male remained quiet for quite some moments. His eyes looked at the decking below both of their feet. He considered this. He simply didn't understand it. Needless to say, he had always been a rather selfish fellow. So he couldn't fathom how Jonah claimed to have feelings for Georgina but he wasn't jumping into a relationship with her. After thinking it all through, Charlie was still shaken up and very sceptical.

"Do… Do you love her?" he asked his best friend, his hawk like eyes fixing back on him but they were changing slightly. I think he wanted to believe that Jonah could love Georgina and his feelings for her were pure. But like I said, he was vastly sceptical.

And because Jonah knew that his best was so very doubtful and because of so many reasons too, his eyes flickered. His mouth lightly hung open. But he just couldn't say. He knew that his best friend would doubt the truth. He also knew that if he admitted to loving her and not just caring for her, that could be a big deal for him too. So he decided to keep quiet, his eyes still flickering. Charlie misjudged him once again. He almost laughed disgustedly.

"I knew it." He muttered as he recoiled from his best friend once again, taking steps backwards. He continued shaking his head as he leaned against the door that led from the inside to the out. He no longer had anything he wanted to ask Jonah. So he told him. "You will never make her happy."

These words almost caused Jonah's lungs to deflate and he quickly swallowed. His eyes stopped flickering from side to side and flickered onto Charlie's face inside. He prayed that they wouldn't pool with tears. Though he didn't want to admit to being in love with her just yet, he wasn't afraid of saying.

"I will try." He told his best friend before he looked away again and back towards the sky. Like the tone of the day, once again, the sky had shifted. It almost matched Jonah's supressed and being judged mood.

Charlie laughed once again and shook his head. He stopped leaning against the door when he feared it would make his matching suit dirty. He took two steps forward and spoke right into Jonah's eyes. His stare was unblinking.

"You will fail." He told him. And with that, he turned on his heel and disappeared down the few steps of the porch, making his way down the drive and to his car. He didn't want to see his sister again. He didn't want to see his best friend. He definitely didn't want to see them together. He didn't have any more words to say to them.

Jonah watched Charlie leaving, his breath hitching in his throat. Did he really think that poorly of him? Weren't they basically brothers? Their mothers had been pregnant with them at the same time. They had been born just months apart. They had shared a home their entire lives. They shared a university. They shared Georgina. She was Charlie's sister and she was Jonah's love. Jonah didn't understand how his best friend could be so wrong about him and so doubtful and harsh too. His harshness made Jonah hard. It made him feel cold. He shivered.

He wordlessly dumped his remaining coffee onto the grass below the rails and he let the cup fall into the mud with a deflated sound. And without even a sound, he headed back into where Georgina was to collect the rest of his things so he could get out of there as soon as possible.

It was then that he had made a decision. He was to try to make it up to Charlie, even if it meant getting he and Georgina's parents on his side. He was not going to give up on any of them. He was going to remain by Georgina's side. He was going to be loyal to her and he was going to be gentle with her. He knew she needed that up until she gave birth to her brother's baby.

Like he had said, she didn't realise how amazing that was but he did. He knew how amazing she was. He knew how much he wanted to be with her. But deep down inside, he thought that that could never be. Because of Charlie. Because of himself. Because of her. Because of fate. It just could never be.

So that was his decision. He was going to be there for her right up until the birth of the Morgan Baby Boy. And that's where their story would end. Their story of friendship. Their story of unity. Their story of mutual experiences. Their story of craved intimacy.

That's what Jonah believed. But what he possibly couldn't know what that, because of that very same Morgan Baby Boy, part of their story was only just beginning.

The End.

There you go! Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed :3 My stories are getting a little more mature and adult I feel. I try to keep them not too obvious and crude and simple at the heart of them though. I think this is an important one. Like Pikachu says, it's a story about how just because you love each other, doesn't mean you end up together right away/at all. Luckily, Jonah and Georgina do end up together eventually and with children of their own. And like Pikachu also said, James helps connect them. You'll find out more about that in the future, I hope :P Also, this chapter was inspired by a film called "Legends of The Fall'. I watched that one day then came up with this. It stars Brad Pitt and I don't know if I've mentioned this before but Brad inspires the character of Jonah. A lot of the dialogue/the conversation between Jonah and Charlie was inspired by a particular scene in that movie :3 Thanks again for reading and I will be back next Wednesday with another chapter so see you then!

AmyBieberKetchum signing out :3