Were the World Jon's

Part 3

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The Final Part! I hope everyone's enjoyed this, my version of Jon during the movie.

...MOAR! lol :-D

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The fight wasn't long. Max may have been fighting for love, but he didn't know how to fight at all. I had every advantage and I used them. If beating Max would prove I loved Timothy more, then I'd do it. I stopped after the first bit of blood began to show, and told him the fight was mine.

Afterward, leaning on a tree and waiting for Timothy to find me, I faltered. What had I just done? I was acting foolishly. Fighting wouldn't prove who loved Timothy more! I worried what he'd think of me for hurting one of his friends. I had no idea what to expect because I'd ignored his heart ever since Max and Frankie showed up at the festival. How could I have been so stupid?

Just as I was beginning to really hate myself and the first rays of daylight were showing in the sky, Timothy walked into view with his bike beside him and his bag across his shoulders. He walked right up to me and gave me a kiss on the lips, and I thought that maybe he could tell how I was feeling after all.

"Come on," he whispered against my mouth. "Let's go."

Yes. I'd follow you anywhere. I swear.

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There were two lakes in Kingston. One was in the park, and the other was on the outskirts of town where hardly anyone ever went, on the edge of a forest. It was there that Timothy and I spent our night, or…what was left of it. He kind of leaned on me as we watched the sunrise and the way the light played across the lake and we both dozed off for a few hours. When we woke up, the sun was high enough in the sky to shed a gentle morning light on everything around us. We ate a breakfast of two rolls Timothy said he'd taken from his house when he'd stopped there to get his stuff. It wasn't much, but I wasn't hungry anyway.

While we ate, I realized something about Timothy. The glow I'd been seeing all day yesterday had dimmed quite a bit. He looked a bit less ethereal now, but he was no less beautiful to me. In fact, I think I preferred him without it. I wondered if, sometime soon, I would fail to see the glow at all….

"Let's go swimming," I suggested randomly.

Timothy laughed deep in his throat. "We just ate."

"Oh, come on," I insisted. "It'll be fun." I kissed him on the nose and then shed my shirt and lept into the lake six feet away.

Turns out it was only deep enough at the edge to cover up to my knees. Timothy cracked up when I looked at him sheepishly. "Great swimming," he teased.

Oh sweet, laugh again. "I love your laugh," I admitted softly, a blush coming up to gently brush my cheeks. The glow thumped faster and he blushed too. "Truly."

He moved to sit on the edge of the grass by the lake and gave an embarrassed smile. "I'm pretty sure I love you," he whispered and my heart forgot to beat. "When…When I figured out I was attracted to guys….It was usually their bodies that captivated me, and just that. But…You're personality is great too."

'Too.' Yea. That meant he thought I was hot. A goofy smile hit my face and I sat down in the water. "Well thanks. You're really kind as well." Without warning, I stood up and splashed water on him. He let out a surprised laugh and yelp and I sat down again, prepared to do it again and maybe get him in the water with me.

"I," he began, the smile slipping away and all of my plans ended abruptly. "I'm not kind…not really." He looked at the grass at his elbow. "I'm actually really selfish."

"How so?"

He tried to smile but failed and didn't look up at me. "I was really mad at everyone for treating me the way they did. Really mad. And after I got cast as a fairy in the play, it just got worse, even with my mom."

"I'm sorry," I murmured, trying to catch his eye. I hadn't realized that being Puck had caused him so many issues. If there was something I could do….

He looked at me then. "Don't be. You're the only good thing I've got at Morgan Hill. And besides, I changed all that." He looked away at something in the distance. "I changed everything to fit me."

"And that's what makes you selfish?" I asked, pulling myself out of the water and sitting next to him. He nodded and met my eyes. He was so close. "Know this….There is nothing you could do to make me hate you," I assured him and gave him a kiss.

When we parted he shook his head and smiled at me half-heartedly. "Let's talk about something else. Something about you."

And that's how we passed the afternoon. I told him about my father and mother and what they did for a living and my two sisters, why I played rugby and why I liked it, my favorite color – purple but I told everyone it was green, favorite books and movies, favorite foods – snow crab but my father and mother found it too messy and we rarely had it, and that I was completely and totally in love with him.

For some reason, he seemed bittersweetly happy about that last one.

He told me about his mom and her job hunting, the fight he'd had with his father when he'd come out about being gay, his favorite color – the green on his bedroom walls, his favorite books and movies, favorite food – macaroni and cheese, that he was shit at fighting, and that he loved me too – he'd whispered it beautifully in my ear.

By the end of it, we were leaning against a tree and it was mid afternoon. He was in my arms and I had never felt more at peace in the world. I ran my hand along his arm and back to his hand in slow movements, not caring if the world ended right then because I was so calm and happy.

He caught my hand. "Hey, what's this?" he asked, a smile in his voice, as he traced a little scar between my index finger and thumb.

"Oh," I laughed lightly. "I cut myself cooking."

"Cooking?" he asked incredulously and looked up at me above him with a laugh barely held behind his lips and a smile lighting his face. I tickled him and he jumped and laughed.

"Yea, cooking," I said. "Got a problem?"

"No, no!" he yelped, trying to pull away. I stopped tickling him as quickly as I'd begun and held him close to me. He sighed and wrapped his arms around my arms and relaxed against me again. "This is perfect," he breathed and rolled his head a bit on my stomach, making me giggle like a girl. "I never want it to end."

I held him tighter. "It doesn't have to end. We can stay together. Forever."

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When I woke up, it was to Timothy's mother's voice. "Hi Sugar," she said quietly, but it still made me panic for a minute. "I gotta get you to the school."

Timothy looked at me as he got up and suddenly I remembered. The school play! I got up and followed as Timothy got into his mom's car. I held his hand in the back seat and he leaned on me like I was his rock in a swift river.

I'll admit. I was worried. What was wrong with him? There was no glow, not really. I had to really focus to see it and it was already dark outside, so it should've been easier to see. Now I even worried about that. When the glow disappeared for good, what would happen to Timothy and me? I didn't want to lose all the confidence I'd gained in myself, in my sexuality, in Timothy.

I kissed the top of his head and then lifted our joined hands to plant a kiss on his fingers. He gripped my hand a bit tighter and I stopped. What was wrong? Just as I opened my mouth to ask, the car stopped outside the school and Timothy led me by the hand out of the car.

There were a lot of people milling about outside, waiting for curtain time. I thought I saw my sister Hayley, but it was so quick that it could've been anyone. Did that mean my parents were here too? Dad had been so against the play…

Then I was in make-up and costuming, and then the play had started, and I never got the chance to ask Timothy what was bothering him. He acted fine during the play, but then again, he was acting. Just before the one of the last scenes, I noticed he looked nervous and gave him a peck on the lips and smiled to give him a bit of my confidence. He gave a tiny, shaky smile in return and then hurried around and onto the stage to call the lovers back and reverse the spell.

"Follow my voice. We'll try no manhood here," he said loudly. I stepped out onto the stage with him.

"The villain is much lighter heeled than I: I followed fast, but faster he did fly," I recited, adding a bit of breathlessness to it to make it seem I'd been running a lot. Even as I acted and did the silly poses of Shakespeare, all I could really think about was Timothy right next to me as Puck.

He looked fantastic as a fairy. I wasn't there when they did that to his hair, but it was amazing. Then again, he looked amazing all the time.

"Come, thou gentle day!" I said, setting myself down on the ground by the tree as I had for the scene where I had the spell put on me. "For if but once thou show me thy grey light, I'll find Demetrius and revenge this spite."

"Ho, ho, ho! Coward, why comest thou not?" Timothy called gently yet mockingly and I fought not to smile. I was supposed to be asleep. A goofy smile would give me away.

"Where art thou now?" Taylor called, louder than I had.

"Come hither: I am here," Timothy beckoned almost gently.

"Nay, then, thou mock'st me." Taylor ran around the stage and onto the platform as Timothy landed right by my side near the tree. "Thou shalt buy this dear, if ever I thy face by daylight see: Now, go thy way." As Taylor jumped down from the platform, Timothy ran away and I missed his closeness physically. It was a real fight to stay still and not chase after him. "Faintness constraineth me to measure out my length on this cold bed. By day's approach look to be visited." With that, Taylor laid back against the stage wall. I know because I kept opening my eyes during practice to watch Timothy move.

"O weary night, O long and tedious night," Bradley began and I heard the soft steps of Timothy as he exited the stage. Behind Bradley's short monologue I heard Ms. Tebbit speaking, but I couldn't hear what she said. "Abate thy hour! And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, steal me awhile from mine own company." Bradley lay down with his flowers in sleep.

Timothy came back on stage then and a bit of the tension in me left. "Yet but three? Come one more; two of both kinds make up four. Ah, here she comes, curst and sad: Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad." And he was right next to me. I could practically hear him breathing, or his heart beat. I tilted my head ever so slightly towards him, trying to be closer without giving up the act of sleep.

Cole spoke his lines near perfectly and it made me wonder if maybe him being with Cooper had been good for his personality. "Never so weary, never so in woe, bedabbled with the dew and torn with the briers, I can no further crawl, can no further go; my legs can keep no pace with my desires." And he lay down and pretended to sleep.

Timothy knelt next to me silently. I only realized he'd moved when I heard him let out an audible breath. I held my own.

"On the ground, sleep sound…," he sang, and it was so beautiful. I began to breathe again. I wanted to watch him as he sang, close up this time. I felt his fingers as they gently toyed with my hair for a moment. The music played again and he let his hand drop back to the platform. "I'll apply…to your eye…gentle lover, remedy…"

He stood back and, as the music began to pick up, I heard thunder roll outside. It added the perfect drama to the song and made Timothy seem just that much more perfect when he started singing again.

"When thou wakest, thou takest true delight, in the sight of thy former lady's eye…Jack shall have Jill." I felt something wet hit my eyes and clothes and gasped. It felt like something was being pulled from my very being: not painful, but uncomfortable. "Nought shall go ill…The man shall have his mare again…" I opened my eyes then and saw Timothy standing there, imagination in its finest moment, finishing the song. But he looked different…No…he looked the way I've seen him for weeks now, but different from how I'd seen him in the past twenty-four hours. "…and all shall be well." He sounded upset…

That was it! The glow was gone! And….and I didn't feel the frantic need to comfort him. Sure, I wanted to comfort him, but I wasn't desperate to do so anymore. I was suddenly aware of everyone else on the stage and the people in the audience….all staring at us on stage. There were so many people here, and I could hear them all muttering to each other.

Timothy knelt by me again and looked me right in the eyes. He looked like he was about to cry…

"Goodbye," he murmured sadly.

What?

I opened my mouth to ask why?, where are you going?, you're coming back right?, but he was already leaving and I couldn't just call out to him on stage. People would stare!

Wait.

I looked down at the stage and realized that, somehow, the magic was gone. I was a coward again. It was just then I realized I was getting wet and looked up into the strange rain falling on everyone. "Is this part of the show?" I asked aloud.

"Damn, this is cool," Taylor laughed quietly from the sidelines.

Then Ms. Tebbit called us off stage so the finale could begin. Timothy went to stand by Ms. Tebbit while the rest of us headed back stage to wait for curtain call. If Ms. Tebbit wasn't standing there, I'd be next to him in a heartbeat. I had so much to ask him.

Why did he remove the magic? Did he still want to be with me? Why did he say good-bye? I didn't understand. I'd thought he wanted to be my boyfriend all along. I mean, he was the one who started this whole thing, right? But now…

I heard him beginning to speak on the stage and sighed.

But now he'd ended it. That was it, wasn't it? He'd had enough, or changed his mind, or found that he didn't love me after all. I could always claim that the magic made me do it, but I didn't want to! I wanted Timothy back! But….if he had decided to end it….then I guess, if I love him, I should respect his decision. It'll kill me inside, but I'll do it. If that's what Timothy wants…

Taylor tapped my shoulder and I stepped in line for the curtain call. I walked right past Timothy and refused to look at him. If I did, I might break down, and how unmanly and out of character would that be?

We all bowed on stage, and then Cole held out a hand to me. We clapped hands, like real men do, and then walked to the side of the stage. As practiced, everyone lifted their hands to welcome Puck out onto the stage and he came, smiled at the audience, and bowed. We all clapped along with the audience, but I wasn't really feeling up to it anymore. I kinda just wanted to go home and die.

Not literally. I wasn't that depressed yet. But I wanted to lay in bed and never get up again.

I'm such a girl.

We all left the stage and I went in back to change out of my costume and wipe my make-up off. I kept my eyes on the floor except when other cast and crew members came up to congratulate me on a job well done or talk about the show. Then I acted like my normal self. I didn't even pull my normal clothes on, just took my costume off. I just wanted to be out of there.

Everyone was still changing when I made to leave. Just as I reached the door to the outside, Hayley burst through and threw her arms around me. "Whoa! Hey Hayley, what's the rush?" I asked, trying to seem normal.

She giggled happily in my ear. "It's Puck, isn't it? Am I right?" she gushed, pulling me around in a circle. "I am right, I know it. I saw you two walk in together, hands clasped and everything. Jon, I'm so happy for you!"

I was so glad no one was around to hear this.

"Hayley," I sighed, putting a stop to her jovial spinning and cheering. "It's not…we're not together anymore." I couldn't look her in the eyes, so I stared at her shoulder. "I'm not sure we ever were, really."

"What? But, Jon, I saw you," she insisted.

I shook my head. "Hayley, I'm gonna tell you something, and it'll probably sound crazy, but you've got to believe me." She nodded insistently and I took a deep breath before meeting her eyes. "Somehow….Timothy did something like magic and made everyone fall in love with everyone else….like in the play. The first thing they saw, they went for it….Well, I saw him first and I realized you were right. I'd always loved him."

She opened her mouth with a smile as if to say 'I told you so,' but I put a finger on her lips to stop it and she stared at me seriously again.

"For awhile, everything was great. He even said we were boyfriends. But tonight he changed everything back to the way it was. No one is in love with anyone anymore," I told her, trying not to sound too sad.

"Sooo….," she tried, and I could see her mind working, "…what's the issue?"

I sighed something between depression and exasperation. "The issue is that, why would Timothy change everything back and take the spell off me if he still wanted to be with me?" I explained as calmly as I could.

Hayley stared at me for a minute and then gave an over exaggerated sigh herself. "Jon, where have you been? The entire town's been going crazy today!"

"Crazy?"

"Yea!" She waved her arms around frantically. "Everyone was suddenly gay and people were randomly marrying their neighbors and people who'd never been attracted to one another suddenly fell head over heels in love."

"They…they what?" The whole town?

"Yea!" she exclaimed and her eyes bugged out. "The few people that weren't suddenly in love got real mad cause their kids and family were gay now and the play almost got shut down! I know, I snuck into the meeting. Ms. Tebbit got everyone calmed down somehow, I still don't understand it. She just held her hands up and told everyone to calm down and come see the show and everything would be alright, and they did." Hayley shrugged. "Maybe she's a bit magic too."

I shook my head. "That's all good and well, Hay, but what's it got to do with Timothy and me?"

She rolled her eyes at me and shook me by the shoulders. "Fool! The town was coming apart at the seams! He probably had to reverse it!"

"Had to….," I trailed off.

I suddenly heard, in clear detail, the sad way he'd said goodbye on stage after his song. So….did Timothy think I wouldn't want him once the spell ended? Maybe…I looked to the side.

Hope sprung up in my chest and I grinned. Then I frowned and stared at Hayley again. "Hay, I'm in trouble."

"Why?" she asked, a smile on her face and in her voice. "You love each other, right?"

I shook my head. "Yes…probably…but that's not the point. Hayley…the only reason I had enough courage to confess the first time was because I wasn't in my right mind. How am I supposed to manage it without the extra confidence?"

She rolled her eyes again. "Jon….People have been confessing their love to other people for centuries." She pat me on the shoulder and whispered, "I think you can handle it," before suddenly leaving me and putting her hands on the door handle. "I'll take care of mom and dad and Hannah. Take your time!" she said happily, as if I wasn't freaking out on the inside, and then left.

"Great," I breathed out into the still air. "No pressure." I took a deep breath and headed back towards the dressing rooms. Timothy was probably still in there wiping all his makeup off.

Ms. Tebbit told me Timothy was in the dressing room up the stairs and I hurried up them. He was sitting in front of a mirror with his back to me, wiping the last of his makeup off and taking his sweet time doing it. I was standing just a tad too far to his right to be in the mirror. Perfect.

Perfect.

Now how could I confess to him quickly so I wouldn't chicken out part way through and in a way that he'll believe me? Let's face it, anything I start to say will change part way through cause I'm a retard with no backbone. So it was left to actions. Actions. Well, the best action to do with someone you love, something I'd loved doing this past day and I'd dreamt about for weeks was….

Before I could rethink my plan, I jumped forward, flipped his chair around, and kissed him straight on the lips. He pushed me away and I almost ran until I saw how confused he looked. Ok….words….words…

"You were unbelievable tonight," I complimented. Nice words.

A strange stutter came out of his mouth. "D-don't you f…feel…"

"I feel like myself," I assured him, and myself as well. Now that it was over, I couldn't believe how public I'd been about my affections. I could've ruined our lives, or gotten one of us really hurt. Thinking about it made me feel all out of sorts with myself. But now I was back to normal, ready to start a relationship with Timothy the way I wanted to.

"It is not enough to speak, but to speak true," Ms. Tibbet said from behind us and we both turned to see her just in time for Cooper, Max, and Frankie to hurry up the stairs.

"Dude! Awesome job!" Cooper shouted.

Max and Frankie looked happy, so I figured Max wasn't about to throw himself all over Timothy again…..You know, I should probably ask him why Max was in love with him in the first place.

Cooper looked between Timothy and me and laughed open mouthed as he continued to look back and forth. When he'd managed to calm it down to a simple smile, he told us what he wanted to say. "Dude, you two love birds better be at my party tonight, cause it's gonna be beyond, alright?" he said, sounding….actually, truly gay. He wasn't picking on Timothy, he was just talking…and he was still wearing his eye makeup…Whoa.

Cooper got up and left and I don't know where Max and Frankie went, but Timothy was looking at me with something akin to amazement, so I didn't really care either. He got this funny little smile on his face and it was contagious. He hadn't told me to leave yet, so he liked me, right? As if to prove it to me, Timothy suddenly leaned down, put his hand on my left cheek, and kissed me right on the mouth.

When he pulled back I gave a little smile and blushed, I could feel it. Timothy let out an airy laugh. He was still amazed? I leaned my head up a little bit closer to him and my smile widened as I whispered, "I think I love you, for real."

Timothy's eyes widened and then his eyebrows came together and his eyes narrowed. At first I thought I'd done something wrong, but then he wiped his hand across his face, sniffled, and kissed me again.

"Should I be worried?" came an amused voice and I turned around where I knelt to see Timothy's mom grinning at us.

How long had she been there?

Timothy let out another breathy, amazed laugh and found my left hand with his right, then smiled at her then back at me.

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Riiiing…..Riiiing….

"I'll get it," my mother called throughout the house.

I was sitting in my room again, probably twice as big as Timothy's and I still felt a bit self-conscious about that. On my desk, in the corner, was the script book from A Midsummer Night's Dream. Inside the front cover was a picture of the whole cast from our final bow. I was fiddling with the remote to my dvd player and staring at the tv across the room. On it was the dvd of our play. Ms. Tebbit had dropped it off this morning at my house, and now it was paused on the moment when Timothy was sitting next to me, right after he'd said 'Gentle lover…Remedy…' At that moment, because he was the focal in the scene, the camera had zoomed in on us.

I fiddled with the remote and stuck it under my chin as I studied the image on the screen. If I hadn't figured out that he still wanted me yet, I would've realized it after watching the video. He looked tortured. No one else would notice, because no one else was watching him so closely, but I did. I'd watched this scene six times now already. He kept delaying; looking around and simply sitting. He didn't want it to end.

My heart ached at this moment in the play and the only thing that comforted me was that we were together now. It'd only been a few hours since the play, just one night, but I felt light as a feather knowing I had all the time in the world with Timothy.

"Honey." I hit stop on the dvd player and flipped around casually just as my mother walked in my room. "A friend of yours is here….From the play?" I brought my eyebrows together and got up to follow her downstairs. "They called a few minutes ago, but I forgot to tell you they were on their way."

"Who is it?" I asked.

She shook her head and shrugged. "I don't know his name, but he's cute."

I rolled my eyes as she opened the front door and then stopped. Timothy was sitting on his bike, one leg holding him and the bike up, the other on the pedal farthest from me. He had on a white shirt and a black jacket with white accents and dark grey tight jeans with square black and white sunglasses.

Is it strange that I found that really hot?

"Um…thanks, mom." I nearly stuttered. "I'll take it from here."

"Alright then," she acquiesced and went back inside.

I stepped off the front porch and held my hands out to my sides a bit. "What?" was all I could manage.

When I was only a step away he pulled off the sunglasses in one fluid motion and pulled me in for a kiss. I didn't protest and after only half a second I kissed him back, one hand suddenly wrapped up in his t-shirt. It felt like a century passed, but probably only four seconds, when we pulled apart.

"What was that for?" I asked in a daze. That had been the most passionate kiss we shared yet.

He smiled apologetically. "Sorry….I just had to see if it was real, what happened yesterday I mean."

I nodded. "I get it." I took a hold of the handle bars on his bike and grinned at him. "You wanna do something today?"

He beamed and opened his mouth to answer when all of a sudden, "Yes!" I rolled my eyes and let my head drop onto the handle bars between my hands. "Oh I knew it!"

"Wh-"

"Hi, Hayley," I greeted without lifting my head, then stood up straight and used my hand to motion to her. "Timothy, my sister Hayley. Hayley, my boyfriend Timothy."

If I'd been looking, I'm sure I would've seen Timothy's shocked face that I'd introduced him to family that way, but I think Hayley shocked him more. She got right up in his face with the biggest smile on her face, teeth and all showing, and grabbed him by the face.

"Wow. You're cuter up close." She giggled lightly to herself about something or other.

"Thanks?" he said through his squished cheeks. I cleared my throat and she jumped back from him.

"Oh. Did I interrupt something?" she asked humbly.

"Just a little," I said.

She put a hand to her mouth and then bowed to us a tiny bit. "I'm sorry. Where are my manners. I'll just…leave now…Bye." She ran back into the house, and I sighed and turned back to Timothy, who was looking at me with a severely questioning look on his face.

"My sister, drama extraordinaire of our family." I smiled and pressed my nose to his for a brief moment. "She's been bugging me about you since you fought Cole during rugby practice."

"Rugby-," Timothy cut himself off and let out a breath. "How long have you liked me?"

I shrugged. "I don't know." I leaned heavily on the handle bars. "The first day in the locker room? But then I just thought you were good looking. So….I don't know. It was progressive." I grinned.

He laughed that same breathy laugh he always did when he was shocked. "Really? The whole time?" I shrugged and smiled but said nothing. "Man…I must've been more oblivious than I thought," he joked.

I stared into his eyes, beautiful eyes, until he blushed. "So, what were you saying before Hayley interrupted?"

"Oh," he glanced down and then back up at me. "Yea. I wanna do something today."

"Like what?"

He shrugged. "Whatever." His smile still made my heart melt and I smiled too.

"Let's play a game." He tilted his head down a bit but never broke eye contact so I kept going. "I'll tell you something about me, and then you'll tell me something about you."

He laughed once, softly, and nodded. "Sure. The lake?"

I nodded and we started to walk away, my hand on his bike's right handle bar and his on its left handle bar as we went. A few feet down the road I glanced at him again. "You look good today."

"Really?" he asked with a little smile. "You too."

Fin.

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My sister told me the ending is weird. I tried to imagine it how a movie would end. It's like…the movie is fading out so you barely catch the last two lines as they walk away. It seemed cute to me so I left it at that.

And that is THE END. Thank you all for reviewing and keeping with me! I love you all!