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"I'm sorry Jon. You didn't deserve that."
"No, I did."
I sighed, taking the ice cube off his lip and passing him a cold facecloth. This always happened. Someone had to get hurt. Someone had to confuse me. Someone just had to go and mess everything up for me. It never fucking fails.
Duncan and Sharpie took Brent back to Vancouver right after the ceremony. I felt horrible, so I drove Jonny back to my parent's house to nurse him up, then we would drive to Vancouver right after.
"I just want this to stop." I sighed, twisting my fingers around the tassel on my grad cap.
His midnight eyes glanced over at me, causing my throat to tighten up a little bit, "What do you mean?"
"I just want everything to stop. I want to stop my parents from hating Brent. I want to stop another roadblock from keeping me from marrying Brent. I want you to stop loving me."
"You know what? I wish there was someone that would say stop to us when we need it the most. But there's no such thing, Ally. We do this shit to learn from it. No, I can not stop loving you. I wish there was someone who told me to stop when I let you go after your accident. I wish someone told you to stop before you said yes to marry Brent."
"Well what the fuck do you want, Jon!"
"I just want you."
My head shook as tears slowly formed in my eyes, blurring the vision of him in front of me, "That ... can't happen. I swore when you let me go last month, that this was all over."
"Well, I lied. I wanted what was best for you. But it made me miserable at best."
He was making me want to rip my hair out right now. I got off the couch and started to walk towards my room. I could feel him following me. I tried my best to ignore it, but it wasn't working. I felt him clasp my sides, I started to shake as his forehead pressed gently into mine.
"Jon please ... don't make me choose."
"You shouldn't have to choose. Think about it - your parents love me, they accept our relationship. I never left you like Brent did. I couldn't imagine hurting you like that."
"You've already hurt me more than you know, Jon. That's the problem."
"I don't get it."
"You confuse the hell out of me. You make me second guess the man I love constantly. You're always on my fucking mind. I sometimes see you when I kiss him. You're something different, Jon. I can't put my finger on it. You're so different than you appear."
He suddenly smirks down at me, "Like what?"
"You watch Jersey Shore, you read Harry Potter, you write songs and play guitar, you talk like you're some psychologist half the time. Who the hell are you?"
"You tell me."
"There you go again. Using some metaphorical shit on me, making me think more than I should." I huffed as I heard him chuckle.
"You're too adorable."
"You're pushing your luck, Toe-ez"
This caused both of us to go into a giggle fit for a moment. Finally, a positive feel between the both of us. He pulled me close and tenderly pressed his lips to my forehead. In all honestly. What the hell was I supposed to do?