Hmm, breakfast for two at the International House of Pancakes, -classy. I should be jumping out of joy, really, like I won a ‘Date your Favorite Celebrity’ contest. It’s like a dream come true for a fan girl.
But no, I am not a silly lovesick fan girl and it definitely wasn’t a date.
Tension once again wrapped our little bubble. None of us touched the plate of blueberry pancakes oozing with gooey maple syrup in front of us though it’s too tempting. My stomach has been lurching ever since it got served but I wasn’t sure if the grumbling was because of the delicious pancakes or because of anxiety. The guy I was dining with across the table looked nervous as well.
Joe and I just stared at each other, lips pursed and simply mind fucked. I was leaning my back against the chair while he had his arms in the table, hands clutched like he was praying. First, we woke up together in bed –barely clothed; now, we’re having breakfast at IHOP like it’s the most normal thing to do. If Joe Jonas was the new host of Punk’d, I’ll throw a bitch fit.
“So…” he began, I took a deep breath and sighed. Joe did the same, leaving us again speechless. Words won’t come out of my mouth. I was worried that if something would escape my throat, it will be a scream –the last thing I’d want to slip. I had to bear in mind that we’re both out in public, no need to create a scene with someone like Joe Jonas. But somehow, no one mattered that a certain Jonas was having breakfast with an unknown girl. We have been sitting together for almost half an hour already but neither paparazzo nor fan girls approached us and took photographs. It’s weird. Wasn’t Joe Jonas known around the world? And this was New York; surely someone would have noticed him by now.
“Do you remember now what happened last night?” finally, the conversation has begun. I was already thinking of munching the pancakes because it was too yummy to be left uneaten.
I just shook my head in response. I already told him how I went home alone last night and I was 99.9% sure that I locked my apartment door before I slept. Plus, no sign of breaking and entering was visible when I checked this morning, like he has a key to my home himself. “How about you?” I asked back.
“What I remember is that I live in Los Angeles, California. Last time I checked, the Empire State Building was nowhere in LA.” He said as he started eating his pancakes so I did the same. Blueberries are my weakness. I didn’t care that I have a problem with someone famous. I was having mouth orgasm with the delicious blueberries. “Did we have sex last night?” I almost spit what I chewed. I should have known that mentioning orgasm would jinx the conversation. “Silence means yes.”
I dropped my utensils and explained, “Wait, no! God, If we… if we… no.” I frowned and hushed before him. I set the plate away, losing my appetite immediately. “If we did it, shouldn’t I feel sore, -no? Oh god, did we?”
Good God, please don’t tell me I slept with a stranger, a famous stranger. Fuck no.
Joe took a last bite on his pancake and set it aside too. “I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking you if you recall anything last night.” He pushed through. The jitters in the pit of my stomach made me want to throw up. Thoughts of Joe and I too intimate with one another in my small bed, -naked, touching, moaning- played in my head, on loop. Oh my god, this is bad.
Why am I not thanking the lords for this? Well, if you were into one night stands, then be my guest and take my place instead. I am not that type of girl. Hang me for being a big killjoy but I have morals.
“I… I haven’t done anything like this before,” was he instigating I comply with this? “I thought about this kind of thing but my wife and I-,”
I swear my heart dropped all together with everything inside of me. “W-Wife?!”
There go my morals.
“Y-You’re married?!” I shrieked. Though we were uncertain if we did have sex or not, it was still wrong.
Joe looked confused with my question. Was I supposed to know that he was already married to someone? “Look Cera,” he tried to take a hold on my free hand but I pulled it away. There was no way I’d fall for this. No. Way. “Listen, I know this is wrong but Katherine and I, we always fight, like every day, there’s no love anymore. I can’t explain it, but if this is a sign-,”
Mad as a hornet, I spat back, “That’s not a valid excuse for you to cheat on your wife.”
I excused myself and went to the powder room immediately. Walking out of him was the other option, after all nothing was stopping me from doing so. Only Joe’s look made my knees malfunction so I opted for the powder room rather than break in front of him. This wasn’t what I wanted to happen or to hear.
I needed to breathe. My mind needed to digest everything got thrown into me.
After staying for a few minutes in the powder room, I finally went out so that I can confront Joe Jonas and share to him my piece of conscience. Oh no, not a just a piece, maybe a sack full of it.
It was only Joe was already gone when I came back to our table. He left without even telling me what to do with the situation. He just left. Motherfucker.
I asked the waitress if she saw him leave, only to get shot by a look of bemusement like I was mental. What the hell? Maybe the bastard bribed her not to say the truth so I can’t go and follow him myself.
Why were the gods not good to me today?
“What has gotten into you?” Kina asked me while we were busy making pizza dough in the parlor.
After the whole disaster –in the form of Joe fucking Jonas- this morning, I haven’t been my usual self. My mind hasn’t stopped wondering what happened to him. Maybe someone saw him with me in IHOP so he ran away to prevent pictures from getting taken so no gossips would come out of him cheating on his wife.
Oh my god, I cannot have my name written on the headline with a title of ‘other woman’.
Flour was thrown into my face that got me out of my reverie. I shot Kina a glare before asking her, “Do you know Joe Jonas?”
“Huh?” brows raised, she added, “Joe Jonas? Jonas Brothers?” I nodded. “Why are you suddenly interested with Joe Jonas?” she laughed at my oddity. “Don’t tell me you’re a fan? Aren’t you too old to like Disney boy bands?”
I threw flour back at her, messing her top bun. She shrieked and splashed water at me. If our boss finds us romping at the pantry, we’ll be out of job immediately.
“Seriously, why are you thinking about Joe Jonas?”
I was contemplating whether I should tell her what really happened, from the events in my apartment up to the drama in IHOP. I wasn’t just sure if it will be the best for other people to know, but Kina was the only confidant I have. I’m pretty much sure my mom wouldn’t want to hear the events of last night without getting a heart attack whereas my stepdad will probably hunt Joe and tear him to pieces.
“I… uh… Joe and I-,”
“Stop right there! There’s a ‘Joe and I’? When the fuck did that happen?” she stomped. “Cera Park, you better tell me what’s your issue or so help me God.”
I bit on my lower lip. “Something happened between me and Joe.”
I made Kina speechless, for the first time. “Wait a second! How the hell did you know Joe Jonas?”
“We met this morning,” She just stared at me so I continued, “He… uh… he was in my apartment when I woke up.”
My friend was nonplused; she showed the same expression the waitress gave me at IHOP. “Cera, are you high?” I should have stayed silent. I slumped at the floor defeated, “Kina, I’m dead serious.”
She sat beside me and sighed, “Okay, fine… Tell me what happened.”
I had to scratch my head before I moved on explaining, “As I said, I woke up this morning and he was there next to me.”
“Where specifically is ‘next to me’?”
“In my bed, I woke up and he was there spooning me, almost naked. Both of us were shocked, believe me I was an inch away from calling the cops. That was before I realized that he was someone famous. I didn’t even know that he was Joe Jonas at first. I don’t know how it happened, but I woke up and he was there and we were together in one bed half naked.”
Kina’s expression was either shocked that I slept with Joe Jonas or that I am good with creating stories. I can tell that she still thinks I’m high. “I don’t want to be rude, really, but how am I supposed to believe you?”
“You’re my best friend! You’re supposed to know that I am telling you the truth.”
“But… But you’re Cera Park! You’d rather be caught dead than to be with a guy, let alone be in a bed almost naked! And the guy we’re talking about is Joe Jonas! How in the world did a Jonas Brother end up in your apartment?” Kina pointed out. Gaah!
“I don’t know! Neither does him! That’s my dilemma if you must know.” I exclaimed.
Though I expressed a blatant confusion in my facial, Kina still has too many questions in her head. “Wait, if he was spooning you and both of you were almost naked, does that mean you… you… oh my god! DID YOU HAVE SEX WITH JOE JONAS?!”
“Kina!” was she trying to get us both fired?
“What? Did you? I swear, if you’re not telling me the truth-,”
I stopped her at once, “Look! The point is I don’t know how we end up together in my bed. Right now, I don’t want to think about if we did have sex or not. My problem is that he said he has a wife! Joe fucking Jonas is married!”
Tears threatened to fall from my eyes as I felt my chest tighten matched with the entire lump on my throat. I never wanted to meet Joe Jonas neither be his whore in the wrecked relationship he has right at the moment with his wife. I wasn’t the type of girl who has the slightest guts to even prey on a married man. It was the last thing I wanted to happen in my life.
Kina scoffed beside me. “Joe Jonas? Married? Fuck no, Cera. It’s his older brother, Kevin, that has been married for a year now not Joe.”
I was baffled. “What?!”
“He’s still a bachelor! Why the fuck does he lie with something about having a wife and be married when he’s a famous ladies’ man? Are you sure you met the same Joe Jonas in my head?”
What the fuck, don’t tell me that fucker messed up with me?!
So let’s review: Joe sneaked in my house and cuddled with me (sex is still a question), accused me of being a rapist but still had breakfast with me and then he lied to me that made me want to rip off every single strand of my hair. That Jonas better think twice of gracing my presence once more with his tempting in boxers glory. I swear if ever I see Joe again, whether back in my apartment or in the street, I’ll cut him.
-To be CONTINUED-
© Andie Hernandez