We Need To Talk- Jonah Marais
Important authors note below
Warning long imagine ahead!
“Look, I’m not saying you’re repulsive, I’m just saying I can’t seem to look at you without thinking of punching you in the face and kick your ass.” The tone of your voice was laced with such hatred to your now ex. A coffee table between your bodies. You just caught your boyfriend in bed with your so-called-friend.
“Babe, let me explain.” He looked at you with worry written on his face.
“Okay, fine, explain to me why I just walked in on you fucking my friend!” you raised your voice, not caring if your neighbors heard you two fight.
“You spend more time with that precious band of yours than you do with me!” he shouted back.
“I’m their publicist! It’s my job!” You shouted back, last time you two fought it was because of your careers high attention demands. You were a very well known publicist to many people. But your most recent client is a new boy band. They were literally the same age as you. You were such a young publicist, but it wasn’t strange you had been doing this since basically birth. Your parents being the biggest publicists agency out there in L.A.
“It’s always your job! You never make time for me!” He shouted.
“So you go and fuck my friend!? How does that make sense?!” You were beyond pissed. Within the short few months of getting to know the boys, you grew extremely close to them. You do admit you spend more time with them than any other client you have. You have an actual connection with them. They are in your age group. 16-19.
“You cannot stand there and blame me for this! You and I both know you cheated first! I saw you and Jonah kissing! At your 19th birthday party! On the roof. I saw you! He kissed you and you kissed him back!” He had tears falling down his face.
“I didn’t kiss him back. he kissed me! I told him I had a boyfriend.” You sighed. You can’t blame the end of your relationship all on him. You had to take some responsibility.
“Just admit it! You love him more than me!” His face red with anger.
“Fine! Yes! I fell in love with Jonah!” You had never said you loved anyone other than your parents. Whenever Aaron said he loved you, you would say ‘me too.’ or 'ditto’ or sometimes even 'right back atcha’ You two had only been together for a few months.
You were both panting. He never actually thought you did have such strong feelings for the band member. He never wanted for it to be true. But here you were, telling him you did love the Why Don’t We band member.
“Did you ever even love me?” He whispered. You looked to the ground. Not wanting to deny nor confirm.
“I have to go. I have a meeting with Logan and the boys.” You said, wanting to leave this emotionally hard situation.
“Answer me!” He shouted at you, spit flying towards you and landing on the glass table.
“No! I never loved you!” You raised your voice, answering immediately. You grabbed your maverick back pack, cell phone and keys. Walking towards the door.
“When you come back, you will pack your stuff up and leave. I will take your name off the lease tomorrow. And you will never hear from me or see me. Because you’re dead to me.” He gritted, turning towards to the bedroom.
As you walked to the elevator you pulled your phone out and sent Jonah a quick message.
Me: We need to talk.
Jonah: Okay whats wrong?
read at 8:10 PM
Jonah: Y/N, you have me worried.
Jonah: Y/N whats wrong?
Jonah: Y/N answer me
read at 8:28 PM
Me: I’m on my way to your place
Me: Everything is okay. I promise.
Jonah: Drive safely
read at 8:32 PM
When you arrived at the house you walked to the door, the door opening and out comes Jonah. he pulled you into a tight embrace. He sighed as you pulled apart.
“What happened?” He asked, looking into your eyes that he had fallen head over heels for.
“I caught Aaron fucking Dacy in our bed.” You stated, not being phased by it. Jonahs worried expression turned imminently to anger in less than 2.5 seconds.
“It’s okay though because I did something today I have never done before!” You smiled up at him. His expression switching over to confusion.
“What?” He asked with furrowed eyebrows.
“I finally admitted my true feelings about someone.”
“Who? What feelings?” He asked, not wanting to be disappointed but also wanting to be a good friend and hearing you out.
“For you.” You paused, his eyes whipping from your feet to your eyes.
“I love you, Jonah. I finally admitted it to myself tonight. Aaron asked me if I loved you and I said I had fa-” Your ranted was interrupted by Jonah’s lips crashing into yours. Instantly shutting you up. You leaned into the kiss more. Your hand going to the nape of his neck as his went to your waist, pulling you closer to his body. He tilted his head a little to the right, deepening the kiss. At first, it was sweet and passionate now all you felt was lust. Jonah pulled away before anything else could happen outside in the middle of the driveway.
“I love you too, Y/N. I’m in love with you too.” He panted, trying to control his breathing, you both were. Panting like crazy, that kiss took your breath away.
“Good.” You smiled up at Jonah, his smile visible from the moon.
“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” He asked, his arms still wrapped around your waist, your hands still in his hair.
“Yes, of course!” You exclaimed, giggling at his smile.
“By the way, I need a place to stay for a while, can I crash here for a couple of days?” You asked, earning a laugh from Jonah.
“Only if you are a little OCD like Jack and Daniel.” He laughed, making you giggle as well. “No, I’m just joking. Of course, you can crash here for a bit.”
Hello, my beautiful people!
It’s Karen here! I just finished reading an authors note from one of my favorite WDW imagines book. I feel like I should just post this to let you all know.
I’m here for you.
If you need me, I’m here.
You can DM me and maybe I’ll give you my number. Because Wattpad had a terrible system for me for some reason. I don’t get notifications for private messages, just emails.
But if you need me for anything I’ll be there.
I have a small story time for you.
Since I just randomly said “I’m here for you”
I was diagnosed as a high-risk depressed teenager with a high risk of anxiety and moderate PTSD. In the past four years, I have lost at least 6 people that had some sort of hold on who I am.
I lost a very kind hearted friend my freshman year of high school to a heart condition.
I lost my grandfather my sophomore year in high school to cancer.
I lost my grandmother my junior year to a virus and old age.
I lost a friend that always seemed to be laughing and cracking jokes in my junior year to a bad accident.
I lost another friend who seemed to be smiling almost always, in my senior year to a drug over dosage.
Lastly, I lost one of my best friends who always made it his mission to make me smile a little over a month ago to himself.
My freshmen and sophomore year in high school I was sexually assaulted. By someone I thought was my friend and my best friends, brother. During the same time, without the either one knowing of the other. I almost killed myself on many different occasions. I have so many self-harm scars from then. I couldn’t see myself living past 17 years old.
When my 18th birthday came around, I was emotionally and mentally healthier. I didn’t see the guys who assaulted me, on a daily basis. One moved away because of school and the other stayed home and went to work. I rarely ever saw him.
It took a lot of hard work and time to make it but I eventually graduated. I got into a four-year university. I had been on a good streak of not hurting myself. I was genuinely happy.
32 days after my high school graduation, I lost one of the most important people in my life.
One of my best friends, Austin. He lost himself. And so did our class. We all took the news pretty hard. I barely slept. Barely ate. I cried all the time. I met up with his parents and we all just laughed and smiled at memories. We even cried. He left us broken. But we are all leaning on each other. Like our lives depend on it. Because for me, it does. He helped through so much!
And now, he’s gone.
50 days later and I still hurt about it. I haven’t hurt myself in any way shape or form. In times f need I feel his hand on my back or my shoulder or my arm. And I see his piercing blue eyes. And I just break all over again. But then I come back to reality and I think:
He would try to realize the reason behind why this is happening. And to live life to the fullest, just like he was going to.
I made a promise to him. I would be better in college. I would try and be a better daughter, sister, friend, stranger, author. He made it his mission to not have anyone feel excluded. I am making it my mission to not just think of myself but think of others. If I start something, I’m going through with it. Start thinking happy thought instead of sad suicidal ones.
I admit, every once in a while some suicide thought run through my mind but then I hear his voice in my head.
“You’re better than that”
So now, I’m telling you that if you need anyone to talk to, I’m here. Talk to me. And I will help you to the best of my ability.
This is the first Authors note in here besides the welcome note in the beginning.
If you read this, thank you.
If you didn’t well, you wouldn’t know.
P.S. I am writing this at like 3 in the morning. Why? I couldn’t sleep. I keep feeling Austin here with me. I honestly feel like I’m going crazy, just a little bit.
P.S. PT.2: I seem to be doing a lot of Jonah imagines. Oops. If you want you could DM me some requests. I don’t mind