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."
