I woke up at the crack of 4:30 in the morning, hungry for milk and cookies. So I sighed and got up. I walked into the kitchen, slamming my head into the fridge door after discovering there was no milk to be had in this house. Seeing as I got all the way up and out of my bed, I wanted some damn milk to go with my cookies; no matter how far I had to go to get it. Alas, I dislike having crazy excursions for random objects in the middle of the early-morning by myself. I decided to go wake Jon. I ran into his room, not bothering to turn on the light, and just jumped on him. He groaned, drawing it out like a dude being woken up at four in the morning would. But Jon is such a nice guy, that he wouldn't mind that much.

"What brings you to my cave at..." he checked the clock, "Four in the morning?"

"It's more like 4:30, actually."

"Whatever."

"I wanted milk. And cookies. But we don't have any milk. And I never checked for cookies. So I thought about getting milk. And then I didn't want to go get some. So I woke you up. And then you asked me why I was here. At four in the morning. And then I corrected you on the time. And then I explained why I was here. And now here we are."

He just stared. I couldn't really see his face so well, but Jon is one of my best friends, and I know exactly what he would be doing in a situation like this; plus I could see the whites of his eyeballs really well. It made a kind of creepy effect. I rested my head on his chest.

"So, how about it?" I asked.

"Mmm..." he paused for a second, most likely weighing the chances of something odd and bizarre happening; which were pretty damn high at four thirty in the morning. After some poking and prodding and whining and begging and puppy dog eyes, etc, etc...my scruffy lil friend moaned in defeat and rolled out of bed. Literally. He made this thumping noise and went "OOF" went he hit the floor and everything. IT WAS HILARIOUS. Not THAT hilarious, but that special kind of hilarious that can only be acheived at 4:30 in the morning. He almost crawled across the floor, he was so slumped in his fatigue. He picked something up off the floor, smelled it, and pulled it over his head.

"Very attractive." I half-yelled, in my special four-in-the-morning voice that was especially obnoxious, but not so much at aforementioned time. I just rolled out of Jon's bed in a Jon-like manner, hitting my side hard. I groaned in pain, curling up into the fetal position. After a second of being a little pansy, Jon started prodding me with his toe.

"C'mon, sleeping beauty, we gotta go get some milk." He murmured.

RAWR >:U

WTF?

LOL. 83

WTFLOL!

NO MORE. D:<

After that little episode, we made our way out to the Panic! car, which we all shared. Kind of a shitty idea, as we all have to drive places, but oh well. Only after getting in the car and driving halfway to the store, did either of us realize I wasn't wearing any pants. Or a shirt. Or shoes. I was still in my pajamas - aka boxers. "Uh, Jon? I'm not wearing pants."

"WHAT?" He swerved all over the road, blushing like mad, until he realized I'd simply stated a fact, I wasn't trying to seduce him. Because, I didn't actually have any pants on. He slammed on the breaks and brought the car to a halt. Then, randomly he threw himself across me, very awkwardly.

"Uh, Jon. What are you doing?"

"I'm adjusting my mirror."

He reached out of the window and started fiddling with the mirror. I don't even know if it was messed up to begin with. But what I did know, was that Jon was really warm. Maybe I didn't need pants.

"Stay there." I sighed, reclining my seat back. Jon fell down with me a little weirdly, arm up at an angle. Didn't say anything, even though I felt that his body was tense, and knew that something was on the tip of his tongue.

"OKAY, FINE! THE MIRROR WAS JUST FINE. HAPPY NOW?"

"...I didn't say anything about this alleged mirror."

"...Shiiiiiit."

He sighed and let his body relax.

"Whatever. You're warm anyway."

"But I'm uncomfortable." Jon stated. He certainly did look it; his arm was almost hitting the top of the car, and his upper chest was curved awkwardly.

"Well then get comfortable." I murmured. Jon turned his head as best as he could at me, so I only saw his eyes over his shoulder. I couldn't tell what was in his eyes, as, yet again, it was dark in the particular space we were in. But he turned his head back, and after a minute of shifting all around, Jon was laying on top of me. My heart started beating like mad. He looked surprised himself, eyes a tad wide. All I could hear was my heart beating and our breaths coming out in little gasps, perfectly in synch.

I don't know how it happened, I don't why it happened, all I know is that I was damn happy that it did. Then a thought occurred to me. We were making out in the middle of the road.

"Jon, we're still parked in the middle of the road, aren't we?" I gasped, once we broke apart for air. Jon snorted a little and glanced around the street, then at the steering wheel.

"It's like, five in the morning. No way is anyone gonna come down this ro--" And then we saw the lights. The flashing red and blue lights. "HOLY SHIT IT'S THE FUZZ."

Jon clambered over the middle of the seats and threw the car in drive. Only it wasn't in drive. He put it in reverse, and we flew backwards. Into our driveway..? Apparently, we hadn't gotten as close to the store as I thought. These things tend to become less important when you're fixated on cookies and eventually, Jon's mouth and arms and whole entire body.

Unfortunately, the fuzz are not nice people. They enjoy giving people tickets for being road hogs, and driving at like 70 miles and hour in reverse, and making out in public. But that doesn't really matter, because as soon as they left I casually leaned my seat back once again, doing that "seductive" eyebrow raise thing. Jon didn't exactly take my cue, he was too busy swearing over the ticket.

"EH-HEM." Jon whipped his head around, and noticed I was leaning back in my seat, still in my boxers, doing the seductive eyebrow raise thing.

"Oh, my bad." He said, tossing the ticket aside. Once again, I found Jon laying on top of me, but this time, it was way different. He had parted my legs, and slipped his hands under my back. Plus, he was using a lot more tongue; not that I was complaining. Just took me by surprise, is all. And Mr. Muffinz most deffinately noticed. (Mr. Muffinz, by the way, is what Brendon named my penis. DON'T ASK.)

DIIIIIIIIRTAAAAAAAY. O:<

I just went with it. Jon moved his hand out from underneath me and brought it to the hem of my boxers. He broke apart from me, moving down to my neck with his mouth. And right then, I noticed that The Mad Hatter (Jon's penis; DON'T ASK) was as noticable as Mr. Muffinz. Oh, God. OhGodOhGodOhGod.

Is this going where I think it's going?

"Wait!"

"What?" Jon stopped abruptly, looking up worriedly.

"You. Clothes. I don't like them."

"Why? I thought this was your favorite shirt of mine?" I mentally smacked myself.

"I don't like you wearing them, silly."

So he sat up and shedded his shirt and pushed down his pants. I couldn't help but move my eyes sloooowly down from his eyes to the very noticable part of his anatomy. He laughed, then pulled down my boxers. And there it is; I was naked with Jon Jacob Walker. Intent on getting very, very close to him.

And to think, all of this started over the desire of getting milk for some cookies. But that's a bit irrevlevant at the moment. What IS relevant is the noise emanating from Jon's mouth as he presses himself up against me again. I sort of giggled a little and Jon looked at me funny, wanting an elaboration.

"Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat," I sang quietly. Jon chuckled and went back to what he was doing. Which was simply sucking on my neck, letting his hands roam all over and grinding his hips into mine. What I decided right then was that I liked having sex with Jon.

Although maybe next time, we'd have to try it in a bed of a locked room.

"I SEE LONDON, I SEE FRANCE, I SEE J.WALK'S NAKED ASS!!"

"GOD DAMMIT BRENDON."

FIN.