I woke up to the toilet flushing and knew it had to be Jon coming out of the bathroom. He came out throwing on a green shirt that matched his eyes with some Jeans already on. I was pretty disappointed I didn't get to admire his body again.
"You need a shower." He put away his toothbrush and checked his phone. "We can get lunch downstairs and then head to the boardwalk. I doubt much is open since its offseason but it'll be a nice walk."
"What time is it anyways?" I groggily muttered as I rubbed my eyes.
"About Two."
"Nice." I shifted out of bed and moved to my bag to find a change of clothes. We would come back to change for the concert so I just found my black jeans, shirt and hoodie. I really should consider a change in wardrobe when I got back home.
"Yeah probably. I can take you to the outlets here if you want." Jon was texting someone in front of the mirror and casually reading my mind again.
"Jon!"
"What?" He didn't look up from his phone. I don't even think he realized what he was doing.
"You're doing it again."
"Fuck sorry."
I rolled my eyes as I walked into the bathroom for a quick shower. As soon as I got in I realized I still had dried cum on my belly from last night. A quick rinse and hair dry and I was ready to get something in my stomach after last nights antics.
"My stupid uncle lost a grand at blackjack last night." He shook his head as he opened the door. "Fucking degenerate."
"Is that who you were talking to?"
"Yeah I wanted to see if he wanted to get lunch with us but he just got into his room." I sighed in relief because I could not handle dinner with a Han after the night I had with their heir.
We made it downstairs, found a seafood place and got seated immediately.
"You gonna get a drink with lunch?"
"I was thinking about it." I picked up the drink menu to browse the craft brews.
"Wanna get me a shot?" I looked at him and he was giving that signature Jon Han grin.
"Weren't you just lecturing me about my drinking habits last night?"
"Ok. Ok. Sorry to ask." He looked back down at the menu and chuckled. "I will say when you drink in the right mood you're a lot more fun."
Like clockwork the waitress came by and asked for our drinks.
"Yeah can I get a Blue Snout from the tap and a shot of Gold Tequila?" I handed her my fake to her. We went through the show and dance but this time the coin turned up tails and she said didn't feel comfortable serving me when I looked so young. Tis the breaks sometimes. Between the lack of liquor and the below average seafood, the lunch was terrible.
We got the car out of the garage and headed into the main part of Atlantic City. If you've never been here, the Carat and the 2 other casinos that attract the youth are towards the top side of the city. When you get to the end of the highway you immediately hit the outlets and then in about four blocks you hit the other seven casinos on the shore. It was offseason so everything was pretty much dead but I preferred the quiet. Jon used another resort card to get free parking five seconds from the boardwalk. He grabbed a large blanket so we could just chill and watch the ocean. After finding a store for some beers we made our way towards to beach.
"You see what they're saying about us back home?" Jon was engrossed in his phone while I was acquiring the beer and stayed that way as we walked.
"No, I stopped caring years ago."
"Fair enough, just know everyone's afraid of you for some reason."
"It's not "some reason" don't be daft." I cracked open the first beer.
"It's my job as your boyfriend to make people know who you are." He grabbed one off the ring and joined me.
"No it's not your job and I don't want to be some school celebrity just because I'm dating a jock."
The one thing I still can't shake from all of this is the thought that Jon simply sees me as a charity case and a project that makes him feel better. This idea that after he saw me on Wednesday night, he feels this urge to baby me so nothing like that ever happens again. If I really thought about it, it doesn't make sense but that's what happens when your entire world view is warped from not being able to develop meaningful relationships during your formative years. You think anyone who's stupid enough to associate you does it out of obligation or pity and you have no self-worth. Him saying all this shit about having his friends get to know me wasn't helping.
"But it's true."
"That it's not your job?"
"No. That i'm now your boyfriend." A dumb wide grin took over his face.
"You're actually so stupid you know that?"
"So I am? LETS GO!" He zoomed past and made his way onto the beach running around like a six-year-old who had just gotten the birthday present they were asking for. I have to admit, seeing Jon being this excited over stupid ol' me made me smile even if it was incredibly childish. He downed the rest of his beer and ran up to meet me on the boardwalk.
"You're actually such a twit." I walked down the stairs and shook my head at the loud spectacle in front of me.
"But I'm YOUR twit and that's all that matters." He grabbed another beer from the ring and put his arm around my shoulder to toast himself. "Here's to a wonderful senior year together." And with that he pecked me on the cheek and set up the blanket he haphazardly threw on the ground in his victory lap.
I nuzzled my face into his chest and he put his varsity jacket over me as we watched the ocean. It was a cloudy day so the sun wasn't beating down on us and the wind wasn't too bad.
"Thanks for everything."
"I'm glad I could make this your birthday. I would have been kicking myself for days if I screwed it up."
"Yeah, I needed the break now that I see it. It makes me not want to go back to everything." I felt tears starting to form so I dug my face deeper into his hoodie.
"Everything will work out ok?" He rubbed my back slowly. "Jenna and you have been friends for way too long for her to just toss you aside. Even if she does for Mark, you have me and Ken now."
"What if.."
"I promise to be there for you even if it doesn't work out between us." This was one of the few times I wasn't annoyed with his mindreading. It was exhausting just thinking about everything let alone expressing it. "You mean a lot to me, so even if we aren't meant to be anything past this weekend I'd still want to make sure you're ok."
"Thank you..."I cemented into his hoodie. "I'm trying here sorry if I screw up. I hate being so vulnerable."
"I'm telling you, as long as you try it will all work out." He stretched out his legs and wiggled his way into laying down. "Now come here and kiss me." His stupid shit eating grin was more than welcome and even caused a smile of my own.
I straddled over his pelvis much to his surprise and dove in. This kiss was much like the one from our second go of it this morning. He just laid back and let me play with him. He let me explore his mouth and gently clawed my hair and neck. He really enjoyed when I was aggressive. He eventually ended our little make out session by getting up and saying I was too heavy. I think he was just at the point where he was ready to rip off clothes and be arrested for public indecency but it was all the same really.
We spent a few more hours just wandering the boardwalk. Jon saw some carnival games and was determined to win me a prize at the basketball game. He proceeded to throw down about thirty dollars and walked away empty handed much to my amusement.
"That shit is rigged I'm telling you. That hoop was greased or something." He was visibly frustrated.
"I didn't even want a dumb prize. What am I going to do with one of those large stuffed animals anyways?"
"It's the principal of the matter dude."
"I see you take after your uncle on the whole not knowing when to quit thing."
"Hey, I will NEVER get to that level of degeneracy."
We made it back to the car as the sun set. We decided to get some takeout and eat back in the room. Nothing fancy, just some burgers from a spot around the outlets. I took over the music on the way back. It was time for me to look at the opening acts and decide if I wanted to be there early or not.
I've been going to these shows since I was 16. My uncle Calvin(Not Harris come on guys it's just a coincidence.) got me into the old stuff like Avicii and Armin Van Burren. From there I just kept up with the trends. Right now everyone was about Big Room. If you need an example just listen to Martin Garrix -- Animals. It's deep bass smacking your face with electric drops breaking it up. I could go on for days about how awesome Martin Garrix is and how awesome it was to see him on my birthday. This doesn't mean that I want to be there from open to close though. Some opening acts are god awful and you never want to be in a concert hall with some weird ass shit blasting in your ear. I've learned that lesson the hard way too many times.
Some New York City native made his way down to AC to open and he was actually pretty good. I'm sure the house DJ would fill in before him so we probably wanted to be in about two hours after open at like 11:00 pm. This gave us about three hours to eat, get dressed and make it in.
"You're gonna need to nap you know." I looked at what Jon had ordered and it was quite the feast. He decided to get two large potato sides with his double patty burger .
"Nah I need the carbs to dance all night." He rubbed his hands together before starting on his French fries. "Besides, we have plenty of time."
I shrugged and sat down at the end table with my single and medium fries. The TV was on and we just lazily watched the sitcom on as we ate.
"Damn that was good." Jon finished about the same time the show ended and cleaned up his mess. "You ready to shower?"
"Yeah sure you go first." I was on top of the covers of the bed texting Jenna an update and couldn't be bothered to look up.
