Two:

After being gone for a lengthy three hours, walking Downtown Chicago, freeing myself from the hellish party, I found myself at the foot of my driveway. I immediately noticed the immense amount of cars from the party were gone. Except one car that I knew very well… Jon’s. I racked my brain for possible ideas of why he was still at my house… and came up with none by the time I walked inside.

I opened the door and noticed one person was situated on the couch, Jon, of course. I stepped out of my shoes and walked over to him. “What the hell are you still doing here? And where’s Marie?”

He immediately stood up from the couch and began walking toward me, as I kept stepping back, I eventually felt myself back up against the wall. He wrapped his hands around my waist, “I’m actually staying for dinner,” he said as his lips came crashing down on mine. I know that I probably should have stopped what we were doing immediately, but God, the power this guy has over me is fucking insane. “Oh and don’t worry about Marie, she’s not here. Even though I find it extremely fucking sexy when you’re jealous.” He informed me in between kisses. His hands slowly trailed their way down to my ass, and then to my upper thigh. He gripped the hem of my dress and began slowly sliding it up, all while kissing me. I then slapped his hand away. “Jon, my family’s in the kitchen. This isn’t a good idea.”

His facial appearance immediately turned into a look of disappointment.

I placed my hands on his shoulders and looked into his eyes. “Later,” I whispered and gave him a quick peck on the lips before squeezing out of his grasp and walking into the kitchen… Him following right behind me.

“And where have you been?!” My mom shouted, obviously irate.

"I just went for a walk,” I replied innocently.

“Well sit down, dinner’s done,” she replied, still a little heated. I looked at the table, and noticed that Jon had already taken a seat. My mom then assembled herself next to my dad, so the only available seat was next to Jon. I let out a slight eye roll before sitting down.

I piled my plate with food, and silently began digging in, as I felt three sets of eyes burning holes into my skin. Pat’s, my moms, and my dad’s. We all ate in an awkward silence until my mom piped up, “Cole, it looks like Dad and I’s time here isn’t going to be as long as we thought. Amelia called today and said that your sisters have completely turned the house upside down.”

“Well that’s what you get for putting the maid in charge,” I mumbled to myself.

“What was that?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh nothing.” I replied with a hint of sarcasm in my voice, “when are you guys leaving?”

“Tomorrow morning at eleven.”

“Oh,” I replied, a little relieved.

We then continued eating for a little while longer in silence. “It’s too bad that Marie couldn’t stay for dinner Jon, she’s a genuine girl.” My dad began.

“Yeah I know, it’s a shame,” Jon replied while slyly placing his hand on my thigh. As time went on, he slowly began sliding it higher and higher. I shot him a look, and he returned it with an overconfident smile. Not too long after that, he took his hand that was placed on my thigh and grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers together. “Well thank you for dinner Mr. and Mrs. Kane, it was terrific,” Jon complemented.

“Oh anytime, Jon,” my mom replied grinning.

I stood up with my plate in my hand. “Oh, would you be so kind to take my plate with yours?” Jon asked. I rolled my eyes and grabbed his plate from his hand and stuck them both in the sink.
“Well it looks like I should get going…” Jon began.

“Oh nonsense Jonathan,” my mom replied. “It’s getting late, how about you just take one of the guestrooms upstairs.”

“Well, if Patrick and Cole don’t care…”

“Oh of course they don’t!” My mom answered for us.

“I’m actually kind of tired, would someone like to show me where I’m staying?” He asked, staring straight at me. Although he had been over countless times, and knew where the guestrooms’ are, fucking liar.

I looked over at Patrick who was still eating, and my parents who had begun cleaning up the table. “Cole will,” my dad offered.

“Oh how nice of you,” Jon said enthusiastically. Shaking my head, I walked out of the kitchen and began ‘leading the way’ upstairs, Jon hot at my heels. Before I even got to his room, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into him. He then leaned down and pressed his lips down onto mine. He picked me up and carried me into my bedroom, for the second time today. Right as I was thrown on the bed and the buttons on my dress became separated, I heard footsteps up the stairs. I hoped that it was just my parents going to bed or something, but to my misfortune, it was Patrick… “Hey Jon come out here for a sec,” he then began pounding on the empty guest room that Jon was supposed to be in.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “Fix your dress.” I quickly and sloppily fixed the buttons on my dress when he opened the door to my bedroom. “Oh Kaner, I was… uh… just asking Cole here, what I, uh, should get Marie for Christmas, `cuz you know... they're, uh, both girls and whatnot...” Jon said while rubbing his neck.

Patrick looked at Jon quizzically, and pulled him out of my room. He slammed the door behind Jon and I immediately heard him ask, “Is there something going on between you guys?” With anger evident in his tone.

“No Kaner, come on, you know that I’m happy with Marie.” He replied.

“Whatever,” Patrick said, and they most likely went into Patrick’s room because the rest of the conversation was cut off from there.