The Ghost In My Bedroom - By Heather Jones Page 0,56

to us. "Oh Christ!" He fumbled in the seat and threw my top at me and grabbed his shirt and pulled in on. I was just getting my shirt across my chest when a flashlight shone in through the window and there was a knock from outside.

Jon leaned his head into the front. "Good evening officer."

"Can you kids step outside the car please?"

"Yes."

Thank god I had my shirt back on. We both sheepishly crawled out of the car and I came around to stand next to Jon in front of the officer.

"Can I see some identification?"

Jon pulled out his wallet and took out his driver's license and handed it to the officer. He looked at me and asked for mine. "I never got my driver's license."

"What's your name?"

"Lucy Warner sir."

"You kids sit tight for a moment." He went back to the car and I assume he ran our names through the system or whatever it is that cops do to make you freak out for as long as possible.

I looked at Jon in a panic, what if we get arrested. Holy shit, this is not how I expected this night to go. We didn't dare say anything to each other; we just stood there in the headlights of the police car and waited. And waited.

Finally the cop came back over to us. "Have you kids been drinking?"

"No sir," we answered simultaneously.

"We had a call that some underage kids were drinking out in the woods, you wouldn't know anything about that would you?"

"No sir."

"What are you doing out here this late at night?"

"Um, kissing?" Jon answered as I felt my face turn bright red.

"I figured as much. Why don't you both head on home, you don't need to be around for what's about to happen. And if I ever see you out here again, I don't want to have to arrest you for public nudity, you hear?"

"Yes sir."

He handed Jon back his license and walked on back to the car. We looked at each other with wide eyes and jumped to get back in the car.

Once we were in the safety of the street again, Jon said "HOLY SHIT! I thought we were going to be arrested. Were we doing anything you could get arrested for?"

"I don't know, if he saw us half undressed we might have gotten into trouble for that, I'm really not sure."

"Do you want me to take you home?"

"Not yet, I'm too freaked out. Let's go somewhere else."

"Want to get ice cream at the diner?"

Ah, the scene of our alleged set-up. "Sure."

We got there and the waitress sat us right away, and we ordered hot fudge sundaes and sodas without even stopping to look at the menu.

"So I guess this is a night you won't ever forget huh?" I asked him.

"Not likely."

"Jon," I leaned forward and whispered. "I want you to know you were doing an excellent job up until we were interrupted."

He blushed now and smirked. "Thanks. Good to know."

I held my hand out across the table and he took it in his.

"So was it good for you?" I asked.

He started nodding, "Yes, it was. I'd like to see more sometime."

"I think we can work that out." After a pause, "Jon, if anything is ever bothering you or if I've upset you, you have to promise me that you'll tell me what's going on inside that head of yours. You can't just shut yourself off like that again. You had no idea the things I was thinking."

"Like what?"

The waitress came back with our sodas and ran off.

"Well, first I thought maybe you were really gay."

The waitress came back at that exact moment with our sundaes and looked at me like she was now interested in this conversation. "Can I get you anything else?" she asked with a curious look on her face.

"No thanks," Jon said giving her a smile.

She turned her eyes on me and I shook my head and she finally turned to walk away.

"Gay, really?" he said shaking his head. "I assure you I'm not."

We ate our ice cream and I was purposely eating it slowly, licking the spoon and sucking the ice cream off making a lot of mmm noises as I ate. I must have been getting really into it because when I looked up he was staring at me with a spoonful of ice cream halfway to his mouth, hovering in midair.

"What?" I asked. "I like hot fudge."

"You're so bad," he said and his spoon found his way to his mouth