Catching Feelings [bwwm]

Chapter 3- Getting the Cookie?

Liv's POV

"Liv, table eight is waiting to be served," Miranda, the head waitress, said, a tray tucked under her arm.

I squeezed between people in this tiny ass diner and made my way to the table.

I smiled, "Afternoon, my name is Liv. Do you know what you'd like to order?"

"Actually, I'm looking for a job," The woman replied.

She was young, maybe my age or younger. She had brown hair with brown eyes and probably one of the best-sculpted faces I'd ever seen on a woman. Her perfectly wavy hair shone brightly and fell around her face.

"A job?" I asked surprised.

With her perfect hair, face, and perfectly white teeth, she looked like she belonged on a runway, not a dump like the one we were currently in.

Her smile faltered. "Are you guys not hiring or something?"

"I mean we are but are you sure you want a job here?" I whispered.

She laughed. "That's why I'm here."

"I'll um... I'll get my manager."

I turned around and went off in search of Miranda. On my way to her, I glanced up at the clock and saw my shift was actually over.

After directing Miranda the woman's way, I clocked out, grabbed my shit, and began heading for the door.

"Liv!"

I whipped around and saw the same woman walking towards me, her hair bouncing with every step she took.

She smiled when she reached me. "Sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself. My name's Julianna. Hopefully we'll be seeing more of each other."

What in the world?

I plastered a fake smile on my face. "Hopefully."

I turned around, pushed the diner door open, and began making my way to the bus stop.

To be honest, the last couple of months with Jonathan have been torturous. I was going insane always being with him and not being able to plant a firm kiss on his soft, inviting lips. Yeah, I know that I could if I wanted to, but I was scared that he didn't feel the same about me as he used to.

What if the only reason he'd been so nice to me was because he felt bad for firing me and kicking me out of his house? Or what if this was his revenge for breaking his heart?

I don't know man, but I know he's been super, super nice and understanding since I punched him in the face six months ago. He's been acting like he's the one that needed forgiveness when in reality it was me.

I remember how Mia yelled at me for the first month about how I hurriedly gave him a VIP ticket back into my life. She claims I should've left him hanging dry for another six months and make him realize how bad he fucked up.

I don't think I could've survived another whole year without him honestly. Yeah, I lived the first twenty-five years of my life without him, but then I'd fallen in love with him.

Love not only strengthens you but also weakens you - it's the worst type of drug.

Well, other than actual drugs... but you get the point.

Behind me, I heard a car engine rev before a blacked-out car was on the sidewalk in front of me. I smiled when the window rolled down and a smirking billionaire looked back at me.

"You're really going to run me over one of these days," I rolled my eyes jokingly as I pulled the car door open and got in.

"We both know you wouldn't mind babe."

I stopped myself from whimpering at his term of endearment. Instead, I let out a low laugh and stared at the passing scenery.

"You really need to get a car," Jonathan spoke after a couple of minutes.

I shrugged. "I'm fine with taking the bus."

From the corner of my eye, I saw him glance over at me. "You know how I feel about you riding those public buses."

"There's nothing wrong with them."

"I watched this episode of Criminal Minds once, and the criminal put a bomb on the bus and killed some people."

"That was because he was delusional and thought his college professor was his mother Jonathan."

"What about that other episode where that guy took that school bus with all those kids and stuck it in the desert?"

"He was distracting the FBI from finding the police officer he kidnapped." I looked over and him with a smile. "I think you seem to be forgetting that the only reason you know about that show is because I forced you to watch it with me. You really shouldn't be preaching what you don't know."

He sighed. "My point is that you never know who the person sitting across from you is or what they're capable of."

"And if I have my own car, it's the same exact thing - I never know who the person driving next to me on the road is or what they're capable of. Plus, I can't handle the responsibility of monthly car payments ."

Jonathan burst out in laughter. "You are aware that I'd buy the car for you, right?"

I choked on air. "Excuse me Mr. Sir, but the last time I checked, cars were expensive."

"Pardon me Mrs. Ma'am, but the last time I checked, I was rich."

I opened my mouth to reply but decided against it. For the next twenty minutes, we sat in silence as he sped down the street.

"Liv?"

"Hm?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

I nodded. "Yeah, sure."

"What the hell does 'getting the cookie' mean?"

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ahhhh i haven't updated in forever!

i've been in this weird mood lately where i didn't feel like writing at all. idk maybe it's bc school started.

anyway, thanks for 3.9k reads and sorry this was kinda short.

dedicated to FckingSinatra bc her book Being My Brother-in-Law's Wife gives me life.

p.s. somebody really needs to direct jonathan to an urban dictionary 

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originally published: september 2015

edited: december 2020