Jon watched over her as they sat in the living room, too bored to do anything else as they waited for their company to arrive for the small cookout they were hosting today to show off their new house. He could have cut the tension with a knife. It filled the air and made it too stuffy to even move, the two of them were frozen to their spots as they either watched Dylan playing or the television. Neither of them were paying attention to anything. They were too caught up on the other and the lack of their communication.

Things between the two were rough, weird, and aggravating. They both walked on eggshells in fear of it starting another fight, something neither wanted to deal with. He loved her, and she loved him. They both loved each other. But the tension was killing them. Delia sighed and picked up the remote, turning it off.

"We need to talk," She said softly.

Jon was happy she was the first to talk, to open her mouth. He nodded and whispered, "Yeah...we do."

"You're not happy, are you?"

"I'm not."

"Why?"

"Because we act like we're fucking strangers," He shook his head, "You're like a ghost lately."

"Because I'm tired of getting fussed at for doing something I want to do."

"I don't fuss at you," He snapped at her, "I just get aggravated when you don't let me help you."

"Have you ever stopped to think that I don't need your help anymore?"

"Yeah, and I'm not named Jon." He rolled his eyes.

"This is where our problems stem from, you know that?"

"Delia, you can't be stubborn about this. I know you want to be better, but you can't rush your healing."

"Then stop making me feel bad about being a little bit slower."

"We need to stop this foolishness, Delia. We need to talk, yes. But I'm not gonig to talk when you're being unreasonable." He shook his head as he turned to face her on the couch, "We need to talk about whats wrong."

"I'm listening."

"Guess this is going to be one-sided, huh?" He laughed bitterly, "Delia...I don't understand why you're so mad at me, honestly I don't. I've tried to understand it but I can't. I've done all I can for you and you've used me. You cheated-"

"We weren't together, Jon." She said softly, "Yeah...it feels like I cheated on you, but you got another girl pregnant, Jon...did you love her?"

"I did love her," he nodded, "She was beauitful...inside and out. Had a heart of gold, Delia."

"Jon, I'm really sorry about her accident. I never loved Adam. Never. I tried to make myself love him, but I couldn't. Not like I loved you."

"You never loved him?"

"I couldn't, Jon. I couldn't make myself love a heartless creature like him after I felt your love. That's like going from California to the North Pole. He was so cold after we left school, you know? He made it known that I was his property."

"Men like that shouldn't even have the chance to walk the earth, you know that?" He laughed and shook his head, smiling softly, "You know how to pick 'em, D."

"Yeah...well...I wanted another blue-eyed, blonde haired guy if I couldn't have you." She shook her head as tears filled her eyes, "There isn't another one like you, Jon. I realize what I fucked up and I'm so sorry, honestly I am. I'm so sorry for holding your son from you and I'm so sorry for your hurt of losing Janice and your daughter. Really, I am. But I'm no good. You don't want damaged goods. It's not fair to you."

"Delia, I do want you. But I don't want this depressed Delia. I want the girl I know and the girl I fell in love with. The one I deserve. When, or if, she decides to come back, then maybe. And you're not damaged, D. You've just got a broken spirit. I can see it in your eyes, Delia. You aren't happy. And that's something you're going to have to deal with on your own. I can't make you happy. You need to go talk to someone. Because your mental state isn't a very good one, you know?"

"I know," She whispered sadly as she looked at Dylan playing in the floor, "He deserves better, you know? He deserves a mom that can laugh and smile...he deserves someone better...I want to be that mom that takes her son to the park and always has a smile on her face...when...when I found out I was pregnant with him, I wanted to tell you...but I couldn't. You told me over summer that you didn't want kids and that you weren't looking to be a father...and I took that and ran...and I'm so sorry."

"I think that's what hurts the worst. I could have gotten over the cheating, simply because I'm used to being cheated on. But...when I found out about Dylan...that hurt me more than anything. You know that?"

"I understand," She whispered, "And I'm so sorry for doing that to you. I'm sorry for your heartbreak over Janice and your daughter. She made you happy, I could tell."

"I think it was just a sign, ya know?"

"A sign you could get over me?"

"That and the fact that it was destined for me to come back to you." He whispered, "Delia I love you but I can't take the tension anymore."

The cookout was in full swing. Delia watched Jon as him and Scotty sat and around the grill. He looked so handsome as he downed a beer and smiled, his hat turned around backwards. He was wearing a black tank top and grey basketball shorts. He looked so young, and so handsome. The truth is, she was still in love with him. And it hurt to know that she was loosing him. But this was all her fault. There was no one to blame but herself. And she knew that.

"Hey stranger," Angela smiled at her as she walked up to her, carrying a few bags, "You're looking good today, mama!"

Delia laughed and shook her head, turning to face her best friend, "I'm glad to see you."

"Yeah, well I've got some good news." She grinned brightly, "I've got a boyfriend."

"A boyfriend?" Delia quirked an eyebrow, "Since when?"

"Since a week ago...we've decided to keep it low-key."

"Who is it?"

"Scotty."

Delia's eyes widened, "What!?"

"Yeah," Angela grinned, "He's so handsome!"

Delia laughed and walked with Angela into the house, with Dylan on her hip. "What have you done with my best friend? Are you the same girl who said that I was insane for falling in love with some 'greasy redneck' of a man?"

"Well, Scotty is so attractive. I didn't mean for it to happen, but it did! And it's so odd. I think I'm in love!" Angela giggled.

Delia smiled. She was happy for her friend, but she was also a little jealous. She missed being happy and in love. Now, her life was miserable and the only thing that was happy in her life was her son. He was starting to look exactly like Jon. He was going to be so handsome.

"So, what's going on with you and that redneck greaser anyway?" Angela smiled as she mixed up the large bowl of potato salad.

"It's still the same old, same old. Tension filled and scary." She shook her head, "But tell me more about how you and Scotty got together!"

The front door opened and Jon's raspy voice called, "Time to eat!"

The cookout was fun, it was something they both needed to free their minds for a few hours. Once the crowd dulled out, and it was only Jon, Delia, Scotty, and Angela left, they were all sitting around on their porch. The sun had just sat and they were all sitting out on the porch, listening to the crickets chirping and the owls starting to hoot as they laughed and talked about old stories as they enjoyed the company of their close friends and watched Dylan play. Jon had drunk well enough alcohol, as did Scotty, and there was a pretty light buzz going on inside both of their bodies. This great night was coming to an end, and neither of them wanted it to.

"So, I heard someones finally getting their dick wet." Jon laughed as he nudged Scotty in the side.

The blond-haired man laughed and nodded, "Yeah. It's a pretty lucky dick, too."

"What about the two of you?" Angela asked as she linked arms with Scotty.

Delia and Jon exchanged nervous glances. It was hard to do, but it had to be done. Jon took a hold of Delia's hand and brought it to his lips as he looked over at her sadly. She hung her head as tears welled to her eyes. This hurt far too bad, she was so stupid for hurting him...for hurting herself. She bit her lip and nodded, silently telling him to deliver the news.

"We're...we're just friends." Jon said as he blinked back the few tears, "We figured it's what was best."

And well...that's all she wrote! I've loved writing this story, in all honesty its been fun to read your reviews and all that.
Follow my newest story 'Blind', which will more than likely be my last Jon/OC story. I've got a lot of Ambrollins and Ambreigns story (some AU!) and I'm going to be venturing into my first Samox! (Can anyone guess that ship?! Haha)
As usual, one last time for Delia, review!