(Cody's P.O.V.)

I had always known that Jonas was strange and maybe a little bit unpredictable, but what I hadn't known was that he'd apparently do anything for a lollipop. Yeah. How did I know this? Well, yesterday on my way to Jonas's house to apologize, I'd stopped at the corner store and had bought two lollipops-a blue raspberry one and a green apple one. I'd eaten the blue one as I'd walked the rest of the way to Jonas's (No. I didn't stalk him. I only knew where his house was because I was best friends with his best friend and she'd shown me where he lived), putting the green one in my coat pocket.

So, I'd knocked on the door and when it had opened, I'd come face-to-face to a very shocked and suspicious looking Jonas. He'd looked like he had been about to shut the door in my face but that boy had been curious, I could tell, to why I'd been at his house. I'd told him that I was sorry for earlier that day and that I promised not to do it again. That had been when he'd narrowed his eyes at me and had asked what the catch was. Being the complete idiot that I was, I'd told him that in exchange for restraining myself I wanted a kiss. That definitely hadn't been the wisest thing to do because his eyes had gotten really wide and they had had this incredulous look to them (he also had blushed, but I highly doubted he'd realized it). And that had been when he went to close the door on me. I'd managed to stop it with my foot, though, passing off that little comment as a joke (which it really hadn't been), and he'd believed me.

There I had been, standing in Jonas King's doorway, trying to convince him that I wouldn't flirt or mention anything gay around him if he would promise to meet me in the library after school the next day to work on our project, and if he would stop telling me I was going to Hell. I didn't know why I threw that last bit in, but it had seemed appropriate at the time. I mean, if I had to pretend that I wasn't bisexual and didn't want to jump his bones every time I saw him, the least he could do was cut down on the homophobic crap. But unsurprisingly, he had told me that was impossible since it was the truth. He had said that I was going to go to Hell and that I might as well just accept it.

I had started to feel that coming there had been a waste of my time. Obviously, Jonas hadn't been about to agree to anything I'd said because he was such a homophobe. So, I had sighed and went to walk away, taking out my second lollipop for the walk home. And apparently, lollipops have some weird magical control over Jonas because the moment he had seen it, he'd turned into a five year old.

First, he'd told me to wait. I had waited; looking at him with an eyebrow raised, and had noticed that he had been staring fixatedly at my lollipop. Then he'd asked me what flavor it was. I had told him green apple and his eyes had gotten really big and he had licked his lips-fucking licked his lips! Then he had asked me if it was a blowpop or a tootsiepop. I'd told him blowpop. Jonas had then walked down his porch steps, over to me (I had been half way down the paved path that lead up to his porch), never taking his eyes off the lollipop in my right hand until he had been standing right in front of me, with only two feet between us. It had been the closest he had ever been near me and I had been fighting the urge to close the space between us so I could ravish his mouth. He had looked me in the eye and had told me, completely serious, that if I gave him that lollipop, he would work on the project with me and not tell me that I was going to Hell. And so, I had given him the lollipop (what else was I supposed to have done?) and the smile that had spread across his lips had been the cutest fucking thing ever. He had held that lollipop like it was gold, just staring at it for a moment before he had run back into his house, closing the door behind him.

So, that would explain why I was now in the library after school, sitting at a table with Jonas. He hadn't really said anything to me since he'd come in, other than telling me that he was going to work on the laws of our society while I worked on the traditions. I didn't object. In fact, I thought it would have been stupid to argue with him. I'd found out the other day that arguing was useless since he was so close-minded.

It took me about fifteen minutes to come up with traditions for our society. Jonas was still working on the laws when I finished, and since I didn't have anything else to do, I just sat there, watching him as he wrote, wondering if his hair felt as soft as it looked. It probably was, and if not, then that warm chestnut brown color was deceiving. I wanted to run my fingers through that unruly mess so indescribably bad that it was taking all my self-control no to do it. Those natural dark red highlights that only appeared in certain lighting, though, were slowly dissolving my restraint.

Jonas tapped his pencil to his lips, drawing my attention to his face. I had to admit that he wasn't extraordinarily good-looking. His nose didn't really fit his face and his lips were thin, but his eyes-oh god, his eyes!-were the most hypnotizing dark gray with an indigo tint to them. They were big and round just like a puppy's, which made it impossible for him to look ferocious whenever he glared at me. His eyelashes were long and dark, and ever time he blinked I watched them with fascination. I had never seen such amazing eyes. I loved them so much that I was jealous of them.

What I was trying to get at was that Jonas was that unconventional kind of attractive no one ever appreciated. His beauty was always over looked because he wasn't absolutely stunning and he wasn't ugly. His looks were passed off as okay because no one really stopped to look, and most of those that did, still thought he was just plain or regular. They all believed that he wasn't good enough to be called cute or adorable, but I did. I thought Jonas looked perfect the way he was. He didn't need to be absolutely gorgeous for me to like him.

I realized I was staring when Jonas glanced up at me and we locked eyes. I averted mine, knowing that he knew that I had been staring at him.

"Sorry, "I mumbled then cleared my throat. "Um...I'm done."

"Can I see?" Jonas asked. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him eyeing me suspiciously, even though he was trying to hide it.

I nodded my head and pushed the paper across the table to him. "Ten should be enough, right?"

"Yeah," Jonas mumbled as he scanned over my writing. A smile spread across his lips and a small chuckle came out of his mouth. "Sweater vest Sunday."

"I was running out of ideas," I told him, laughing myself.

Jonas grinned and pushed the paper back to me, actually looking me in the eye. "I think we should change it to, on Sundays, people can only talk in pig Latin and must wear a hat with an atrociously large purple feather."

I gape at him for a moment before I started laughing. "How do you come up with shit like that?" I asked.

Jonas shrugged, still smiling. "It's just how I think. Stuff like that just pops into my mind."

"What're you thinking about now?" I asked him, hoping to keep the conversation like this. It was almost normal and I loved it.

"That if goblins were real they would eat your shirt because it's green and they like anything that's green since that's the color of their god, Rutharo, so that makes green holy to goblins and goblins like to eat holy things," Jonas said in on breath, gasping after he'd gotten the last word out.

The only thing I could think to do was to stare at him with my mouth opened slightly. It took me about a minute to regain my ability to speak, and when I did, I couldn't help but to smile as I said, "You are so weird."

"That's what Ellie tells me all the time!" Jonas's eyes became wide and he gave a little spazzy laugh. "But I don't take it offensively since she always laughs when she says it, so I know that she really loves it when I'm weird."

"Because it's funny," I told him then looked down at the paper with all the requirements for the project on it, knowing that if I kept looking at him I would probably pounce on him since he was so adorable. Reading over the paper in hopes of distracting myself, I realized something. "If we work on this tomorrow, I think we'll finish."

"Really?" Jonas asked, pulling the sheet towards him and looking over it for himself. "Yeah, you're right."

"This project was actually really easy," I stated. "I talked to Ellie earlier today and she said that her and her partner are almost done with it as well."

"Yeah, she said that to me too." Jonas glanced away from me, his expression thoughtful. When he turned back, he seemed a little hesitant. "Do...do you know why she gets mad at me? I mean, I guess I know why. But I don't know-"

"Ellie's a girl. Girls get mad over every little thing and make it seem like it's something huge," I lied to him since I couldn't tell him the truth about how Ellie was a lesbian. He wouldn't be able to handle that and it wasn't my place to tell him, anyway.

"Oh," Jonas said as he nodded his head, looking pleased with my explanation. "I see now."

"Yeah..." I drifted off, and then reached into my pocket since my cell phone was vibrating. I flipped it opened and put it to my ear. "What's up mom?"

I watched Jonas watch me as I listened to my mother tell me that she was working the late shift again. After she was done telling me what I needed to do, I snapped the phone shut and put it back into my pocket.

"Sorry about that," I said to Jonas.

"S'okay," he said. "What'd she want?"

"Told me she wouldn't be home for dinner," I explained, "so I have to make something for me and my brother."

"You have a brother?" Jonas asked, cocking his head to the side cutely.

"Yup. Mitchell," I said with a smile. "He's a sophomore."

Jonas nodded and a piece of hair fell into his eyes. Without thinking, I reached over and brushed it out of his face. I instantly realized the mistake I had made when I felt and saw Jonas tense up. Snatching my hand back quickly, I gave him an apologetic smile, but all he did was stare at me with his huge eyes like I had done something atrocious-which, to him, I had since I'd promised that I wouldn't be so bisexual around him.

"Sor-"

I was cut off by the library doors bursting open. Honestly, I was kind of glad that I had been interrupted since that shattered the awkward moment more than my apology would have. But when I looked over to see who had just come in, that theory was thrown out the window. He was just going to make things even more uncomfortable.

"Hey Cody!" Chris said after he spotted me. I saw his eyes flicker to Jonas and that roughish grin of his appeared on his face as he walked over to us. "Hey Jonas!"

Jonas eyed Chris suspiciously. "Hi..." he said somewhat hesitantly, making Chris laugh.

"Relax man," he said as he sat down next to me, "I'm straight so you don't have to worry about me wanting to jump your bones. Cody on the other hand..." Chris gave me a sideway glance and smirked. "You better watch out for him."

"Shut up, jackass!" I smacked him in the back of his head then turned back to Jonas, who looked like he was about to be sick. "Ignore Chris. There's no filter in his brain so what he thinks is appropriate to say, usually isn't."

Jonas didn't say anything. He just kept staring at me with that deer caught in the headlights look. I could feel Chris shaking with silent laughter next to me.

"I'm telling you the truth, Jonas," Chris said earnestly. "Cody wants you bad. He thinks about you every night when he mastur-"

"Do you not know the meaning 'shut up'?" I asked him through clenched teeth, cutting him off. I glanced at Jonas and saw that he was gagging just a little, even thought there was a blush on his face, which I highly doubted he knew was there.

Chris gave me a smile. "No."

"Go away!" I shoved his off his chair. "Go work on your English project."

"I can't!" Chris told me but then sent a glance toward Jonas, smirking. "Seth's busy with his boyfriend. I don't want to go over to his house to walk in on them fucking."

Jonas choked and I sent him another nervous glance. Chris began laughing and I turned toward him, glaring angrily. "Christopher!" I growled and he finally got the message.

"Okay, I'm leaving," Chris said, no longer laughing. "Sorry."

I watched him walk out of the library and once the door closed behind him, I turned back to Jonas. "I'm sorry about that. Chris doesn't know when enough is enough." I sighed. "Just forget about everything he said. He only did that because he wanted to see what your reaction would be."

"So, what he said about you wanting to...um..." He seemed to be struggling with the words.

"Jump your bones," I offered helpfully.

Jonas coughed (or gagged) but nodded his head. "So, that wasn't true?"

"Actually..." I said before I could stop myself. I cursed mentally when I saw Jonas shift in his chair, looking very uncomfortable.

"Well," he began as he stood up, picking up his stuff. Jonas was giving off that 'I wanna run away' vibe again. "I'm leaving before God decides to condemn me, too."

I gave an exasperated sigh. "You're not going to go to Hell for talking with me! And I'm not going to go to Hell just because I'm bisexual, yes."

"Yes. Yes, you are." Jonas nodded with wide eyes. "And if I'm near your immorality any longer, I will be too." He started to walk toward the library exit.

"Goddamn it!" I shouted, standing up and moving in front of him to block his way. "Just because I like guys doesn't make me immoral! I am not going to Hell and neither is anyone else who is gay or bi. There is nothing wrong with liking members of the same sex!"

Jonas was obviously flustered by my little outburst since he opened his mouth to say something several times before anything actually came out. "You're still going to Hell," he said defiantly as he sidestepped me and began to walk away. I grabbed his arm before he got too far and spun him around.

"And I still think you're hot," I told him then let go of his arm.

Jonas flushed and he just stared at me for a moment before turning back around and storming out of the library, mumbling under his breath, "Spawn of Satan!"

I shook my head, and then winced a little as the library door slammed shut behind him. Telling him that I thought he was hot and admitting that I wanted to fuck him definitely hadn't been the wisest thing to do. But this wasn't my entire fault. If Chris hadn't come in and had said all those things, the fact that I was attracted to him would have never been revealed. And if Jonas wasn't so goddamn homophobic we could've avoided all of this. But he was and now he was pissed off at me again. How the hell were we ever supposed to finish this project if every time we worked on it, we got into an argument? And what was I supposed do to make him come back this time, because I highly doubted lollipops were going to work this time around.

So once again, we were back to square one. Damn.

I'm going to upgrade jellyfish to mutant sword fish because the mistakes in this one was even more ridiculous than normal. I hate fish, just like I hate my horrible mistakes.