Young Forever [REWRITING]

Jason McCann,
Everyone observed him as a fierce, cold-blooded criminal.
I'm not exactly like 'Everyone'.
I was told to stay away.
Did I listen? No.
I enjoy discovering the damaged ones,
the ones that need the most healing in their lives.
It's a challenge,
but I was eager to take that challenge no matter what.
Who would ever thought he would actually let me inside his isolated world and his complications.
I could've cared less if 'everyone' thought I was senseless to give in to him.
We were free, a breakaway from all the difficulties, anxiety, and people in our lives.
Did I care that he was on the run from the forces? No.
I was willing to be on the run beside him.
I wasn't just his partner in crime,
I was his girlfriend.
I was His,
something I desired to be from the first time my eyes came across his.
We were convicts together, remaining .


12. 12 | "Countdown"



December 29th, 2010


The sunlight peeked through the blinds of our two-story window. I whirled over in the bed-sheets to find a sleeping Jade cuddled up on her pillow. I pulled off the covers, swinging my legs over and dropping them down on the floor.


“Where are you going?” Jade croaked out.


I glanced back at her and grinned.


“I didn’t even know you were awake, babe,” I admitted.


She laughed, “I’m not much of a heavy sleeper.”


I nodded, walking back over to kiss her on the forehead. Her cheeks blushed up a rosy pink while I pulled away.


“Come downstairs with me. I think Vince is going to grab us all some breakfast.” I assured her, holding my hand out for hers.


She placed her hand in mine and hopped off the mattress. I escorted us down the staircase and into the living room. The guys were laid up on the couch.


“What does everyone want?” Vince asked, swinging his keys on one finger.


“Pancakes!” Derek and Skylar yelled in unison.


“I’ll just have two hash browns.” Mark chimed in.


“I want a cheese, egg, and bacon bagel sandwich,” Alex spoke up.


“Me too.” I agreed.


“Me also,” Jade added.


Vince had a sticky notepad, jotting down everyone’s orders.


“What you both want?” Vince asked, pointing his pen at Luke and Brent.


Brent shrugged, “I’ll have pancakes and hash browns as well.”


“I’ll just take the sandwich as well,” Luke answered.

Vince finished his list of food to pay for at McDonald’s. His shoved the notepad into his pocket and pulled his keys out of the other.


“Alright. I’ll be back in ten.” He concluded, swinging the door open and slamming it behind him.


“He better hurry up before my stomach pulls out of socket,” Derek muttered.


Jade broke out a laugh from Derek’s idiotic comment.


I rolled my eyes, feeling my phone vibrate once from my pocket. I walked off into the kitchen, checking the message on my brightened iPhone screen.


“I’ll explain everything tonight after midnight. Meet me around the corner by the convenience store. I know this all seems sketchy, but please trust me, Jason.”  


I huffed loudly, shoving my phone back into my pocket. I walked back into the living room. Everyone was in their own side-conversations with one another.


“I’ll be back,” I announced, jogging up the staircase to go take a shower.


• • •


Everyone was huddled in the living room, waiting for the new year to come to life. Vince created the best new year’s dinner for all of us earlier. I felt like my stomach was sticking out about thirty inches in front of me.


“Can I have some more apple cider, James?” Jade asked beside me, sitting up with her empty glass in her right hand.


“You already had about three glasses, babe.” I joked, lightly poking her in her side.


She put her finger up to her lips. A huge grin was tugging on her lips as James walked over and took her glass back to the kitchen.


She snuggled back into my chest, keeping her eyes glued to the television screen. The time was ticking down from eleven-fifty at night.


My mind was stuck on departing the house after twelve o’clock. I needed answers and I craved for them tonight.


“Can’t believe it’s about to be 2011,” Alex muttered before taking another sip of his vodka.


“Five minutes, guys!” Skylar squealed from the single-person couch cushion.


“This year will finally bring us all back as a real gang again,” I reassured everyone, resting my head on top of Jade’s.


My phone buzzed in my right pocket. I ignored it, for the time being, not wanting Jade to be worried or curious about who it was.




January 1st, 2010


“Five... Four... Three... Two... One... Happy new year!” The guys shouted in unison.


The sound of a bomb abruptly went off outside front, causing everyone’s excitement to grow silent. Jason lifted his head from on top of mine, snapping his head towards the door. The smell of smoke filled the air as everyone looked at one another in utter confusion.


“Everyone stop sitting around! Someone go see what happened!” I shrieked, gesturing towards the front door.


Alex jumped up, racing towards the front door. He swung it wide open to see the scene outside. He left the doors wide open so we could observe what happened as well. A fire was growing outside in the driveway. The maroon van exploded and left bits in the grass beside the driveway.


Luckily, no one dared to park their car beside the maroon van.


“Someone call the fire department!” Alex roared, running outside to take a closer look at the scene. 


Jason yanked out his phone, dialing the number for the fire department. He leaped up from the couch, departing the room to continue the conversation.


“Way to start off a new year,” James muttered, hopping up from the couch and racing upstairs to his room.


The door slammed loudly a few seconds later.


“Well, goodnight guys,” Derek concluded, grabbing his bottle of vodka and Superman blanket. His blanket trailed up the stairs behind him as he departed to his bedroom as well.


The sound of sirens began wailing from outside front. I guess it was the fire department, who arrived fairly quickly.

“Jason!” I called, standing up from the couch.


Mark stayed put, tapping his fingers against his keyboard. The television was still running with people blabbering about the new year just beginning and their resolutions.


Jason paced back into the living room, shoving his phone into his pocket.


“Yeah, baby?” He answered, walking over to me.


“Is everything alright? Did anything else get damaged?” I questioned, staring him in his chestnut-colored eyes.


He nodded, licking his lips.


“Everything’s alright, babe. No worries here. You should get to bed.” He advised, running his hands through his hair.


“Are you going to join me?” I asked, rubbing his arm lightly.


He shook his head, “I need to run out and I’ll be right up. Okay?”


I scrunched my eyebrows together.


“More cigarettes?” I joked, smirking.


He laughed, “No, I just have a few errands.”


I nodded, kissing his cheek before walking past him and up the staircase. I walked down the hallway in my bunny slippers, pushing open our bedroom door.


Closing the door with my slipper, I huffed happily. I skipped over to the bed, slipping in the bed-sheets and grabbing the remote from the dresser. I pressed the television on, enjoying old episodes of Family Matters.




First, they spray paint my walls. Now, they bomb our maroon van. The Demon Knives are really asking for it. I swear they are. I don’t have time to worry about that at the moment.


I turned the block, reaching the destination that I was instructed to meet her at. Hidden beneath baggy sweat pants and a sweatshirt, she glanced over at me to notice I arrived.

“Why are you late?” Grace asked, pointing at her watch.


I scoffed. “I came here to ask the questions. It doesn’t go the other way around.”


She huffed, stuffing her hands into her pockets.


“Let’s go.” She hissed, pacing into the street.


I followed behind her as she walked us over to the nearest park in Miami. She sat down on a vacant bench, patting the seat beside her. I sat down, folding my fingers together.


“I can’t really tell you the whole story because I’m working for a certain group of people against my will.” She informed, staring out into the pond before us.


I sighed loudly, “Alright.”


She cleared her throat, “The day I was messing around with the bomb... It did explode. I did get injured, but not to the point where I was on the line of death. I was taken to the hospital shortly after. Luke knew that I was still alive.”


I clenched my fists, opening my mouth to object. She raised a hand to stop me.


She continued, “I begged him not to tell you because I didn’t know how you would react. After I was cured from my wounds completely, I was released from the hospital. I decided I needed to escape the reality I was left in alone and flew to multiple states since then. This is my current location.”


I scrunched up my eyebrows, “Why couldn’t you have just told me? I stayed up night after night, reminiscing about what we had.”


She grabbed my hand, “I wanted to tell you, Jason. I-I really did. I stopped myself because I didn’t think you would even want anything to do with me anymore. You wouldn’t want to believe me.”


“It’s hard to even believe you’re here now. It’s hard to believe that’s what really happened. All this time I set the blame on myself...” I trailed off, staring up into the moonlight.


“I-I’m taking the blame. It’s my idiotic actions and leaving you in great sorrow. I’m sorry, Jason. I hope I can get your forgiveness back in the future.” She croaked, standing up from the bench.


She glanced back at me one more time before stuffing her hands into her pockets and walking off. I watched her leave until all that was left was her shadow behind her.




“Let me show you something.” Jason insisted, grabbing my hand and swinging open the basement door.


He escorted us down the stairs, which were nicely painted and clean. He flicked on the basement lightening.


The room was colored in a shade of light blue from the light bulbs. There was an old video record player sitting on a table in the middle of the room. A motorcycle laid up against the wall not too far from it.


“What do you call this room?” I asked, gazing around the area.


Jason chuckled, “Just the blue room.”


He walked over to the player, pressing a few buttons. A video came up of a woman with long curly brown hair. She was standing behind two young boys. One was slightly taller than the other. They both had messy shaggy hair and were dressed in blue jean overalls with white t-shirts.


“Tell them your names.” She informed lightly.


“Hi, I’m Alex McCann.” The oldest proudly said, waving at the video camera.


“I’m Jason McCann.” The youngest squeaked out shyly.


“These are your home videos?” I asked, staring over at Jason.


He nodded, smiling widely at the video playing. I walked up next to him, pulling a chair up beside where he was standing. I sat down, enjoying the video that was playing.


Another one popped up with young Jason dressed in basketball shorts and a t-shirt, playing with Alex outside in the yard. They were in a game of basketball. Jason scored two hoops.


A man roared, “That’s my son!”


His mom popped up shortly after, clapping at his success.


“She was beautiful.” I muttered, staring in awe.


Jason glanced down at me, “Yeah.”


He clicked a few more buttons on the tape player. The video switched to his mother and father dancing in the kitchen. I Wanna Dance with Somebody by Whitney Houston was blasted in the background from a small black radio. They were oblivious to whoever was recording them.


The basement door abruptly burst open. I spun my head towards the door that revealed Alex standing there.


“Jason!” He shouted.


Jason breathed an aggravated sigh, shutting off the tape player.


“What?” Jason replied, slamming his fist on the table.


“Our next mission meeting is about to begin. Plus, I have news about the Demon Knives.” Alex informed with his hand on the basement door knob.


Alright.” Jason muttered.


• • •


I snuggled my head into the crook of Jason’s neck. Alex was circling around to everyone, giving each gang member information about their upcoming mission.


“I don’t care about the mission just yet. What was this news about the Demon Knives?” Mark asked, taking a small sip of his cherry soda.


Alex nodded, placing his papers down on the outdoor table. He settled himself in a gray outdoor chair beside the table. His fingers folded together in his lap.


“Well, I was able to track down more of their gang in multiple locations. Some of them are located in Los Vegas, Nevada. Others are located in Los Angeles, California. There are exactly three members from their gang in our current location.”


Alex cleared his throat before continuing, “Of course, my tracker cannot identify who exactly those three people are. It could be anyone in this area to be honest.”


Grace.” Jason muttered next to me.


I furrowed my eyebrows together.


“Huh?” Alex said, spinning his head towards Jason’s direction.

Jason sighed, “Grace. I bumped into her two nights ago. She’s alive, which Luke appeared to already know.”


Jason spun his head towards Luke, glaring at him. Alex looked at Luke as well with a confused expression written on his face.


“How did you find out she was alive?” Alex asked.


Luke shook his head, “I wasn’t trying to keep secrets, but she begged me not to speak of it to anyone. Not even Jason. Remember when I got shot in the shoulder over a year ago?”


The group nodded in unison while I sat there in awe.


“When I ended up in the hospital, my room wasn’t too far from hers. Nurses were taking me down the hall and I happened to see her resting in her hospital bed. She was bruised badly, but she was alive. She never really quite explained how she got there though.” Luke concluded.


Alex slapped his hand on the table, “This is a set up. She’s a part of their gang. There’s no way that they wouldn’t have something to do with that.”


Jason pointed a finger in Alex direction.


“As a matter of fact, she said she was working for someone against her will.” He added.


Alex ripped up his mission schedule sheet, tossing it in the nearest trashcan.


“Screw our next mission. We’re getting more into this Grace information immediately.” Alex demanded.


The mail truck tires squeaked as the vehicle pulled up in front of the house. A mail man hopped out the front with a package that was oddly painted black. He strolled over to us huddled in the front yard.


“Delivery for Alex and Jason McCann.” He announced.


Jason stood up, taking the package from him. He walked back to his mail truck, slid in the front seat, and sped off. Jason plopped the package in Alex’s lap.


Alex pulled out his pocket knife, slitting the package open. He dug his hand inside, pulling a piece of something large and burnt up.


“Isn’t that a piece of our maroon van?” Skylar asked, pointing at the object.


Alex nodded slowly, pulling out a piece of paper that was underneath it.


“Read it out loud.” Derek suggested, leaning up in his seat.


Alex sighed, “People... We believe they’ll last forever. But, in reality, they last only a season of our precious lives. I believe Jason can understand that by now. Things can have a limited specialty as well. But seriously, how many things we have to destroy to prove a point? The longer the wait, the more items or even humans will disappear right in front of your eyes. That tiny hour glass is losing its sand inside our brains, gentleman. Remember that.”

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