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 .

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15. 15 | "Good 'Ol"

JASON

January 11th, 2011

“I can’t take this haircut anymore, Jason.”

Jade fluffed the top of my hair through her fingers.

I groaned and rolled my eyes.

“You told me it was nice about two weeks ago,”

She shook her head.

“Well, you haven’t done anything with it since then.”

I huffed as she pushed me into the bathroom. She locked the door behind her. I put the toilet seat down, sitting down on it. She searched for the razor.

“What are you even going to do with this?” I asked, pointing my finger at my brown locks.

She grinned, “You’ll see.”

Plugging in the razor, Jade turned it on. A loud buzzing released out of the razor. She walked towards me with it gripped in her hand. Blocking my view, she gently grasped the back of my head.

I felt the razor gently graze over the sides of my hair. Bits and pieces of my hair fell to the bathroom floor as she continued to do that to both sides and around the back.

I stared at all the loss hair while she turned off the razor. She walked back over to the sink, yanking open the cabinet underneath it.

Jade slowly pulled out a container of hair gel, slamming it down on the sink.

“Come here,” She ordered, gesturing me over to her.

I sighed and stood up from the toilet seat. She scooped out swabs of gel once I made my way over to her.

Slapping it on the top of my hair, she took her time styling it. I felt it forming into a mow-hawk of some sort.

“This better be good.” I warned, staring Jade in the eyes.

She rolled her eyes, “It’s practically impossible for it not to look good.”

Her hands removed from my hair as she stared at it.

“Okay, look.” She said, turning me to the mirror.

I stared at my reflection, examining the haircut. She cut down the sides nicely. The top curled back in the front with hair gel.

Smiling, I wrapped my arms around her waist. I lifted her off the bathroom floor a bit. She squealed, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“I love it.” I admitted, pressing my lips against her cheek.

She laughed as I put her back down.

“I figured.” She joked, pressing her hand up against her hip.

• • •

I scrunched my eyebrows together when the doorbell rang. Jade froze from putting another Hershey kiss in her mouth. I paused The Notebook and stood up from the couch.

Walking over to the front door, I checked the peephole to see who the unknown visitor was.

Out of all the people it could’ve been.

I scoffed loudly before unlocking it.

“What are you doing here, Stokes?” I snapped.

I leaned against the door with my arms crossed over my chest.

Stokes chuckled, “Didn’t think I’d find you, huh?”

I rolled my eyes, “What do you want?”

He handed me a few papers with the title ‘probation for Jason McCann’.

“Remember how I said school was your probation? Well, if you do not make up those days you missed, I will not hesitate to put you back behind bars. I suggest you figure out a way to make them up down here somehow.” Stokes demanded while stuffing his hands into his boot cut jeans.

“Whatever.” I scoffed, prepared to slam the door in his face.

His boot stuck between the door.

“Hold up, you know anything about the murder of Paul Huxbee?” He questioned, moving his foot out the way.

“Barely knew the guy.” I muttered, slamming the door and locking it.

I heard Stokes sigh loudly. His footsteps got softer away from the front door. I crumpled up the papers, tossing them in the trashcan beside the couch.

“Just when I thought I had enough on my hands.” I snapped, plopping back down on the couch beside Jade.

Picking up the remote, I pressed play to continue The Notebook. Jade shifted in her seat, glancing over at me.

“What are you going to do about school now?” She asked before shoving a hand-full of popcorn in her mouth.

I shrugged, “I guess I could take some online classes.”

JADE

January 14th, 2011

“I could’ve stayed in the house for this.” I muttered, continuing to tap my fingers through another level of Angry Birds.

I glanced up from my phone every one and a while to see how Jason was doing with skating up and down ramps.

It was going to be a guy’s night out, but Jason didn’t want to leave me home alone. I wouldn’t have had no problem with being left in a house with television and internet.

“Hey babe, come join us,” Jason instructed, gesturing me over to him and the guys.

I shook my head, “I think I’m good.”

“Please?” He begged before taking a sip from his bottled water.

I huffed, standing up and shoving my phone in the back pocket of my shorts.

My converses stomped against the concrete as I walked over to Jason.

“Alright, get on.” He demanded once I was standing next to him.

I furrowed my eyebrows, “What? No!”

Brent sighed, “Told you she wouldn’t go for it.”

“Yeah, give me my twenty-dollar bill back.” Luke demanded, throwing his hand out in front of Jason.

Jason rolled his eyes, slapping Luke’s hand away.

“Come on, Jade. I’ll hold on to you. Trust me.” He pleaded.

I stepped one foot on the skateboard, feeling his hand snake around my waist.

“Now, I’ll tell you the simple instructions and then I’ll let you go. Okay?” Jason informed, keeping a firm grip on my waist.

Okay.” I mumbled.

“First, you have to remember to keep one foot on the board when you have to start moving. You can put both on the board when you’re just strolling.” Jason started.

“Don’t give make the instructions sound confusing or she going to fall off.” Vince warned behind Derek and Skylar.

“Stay out of this,” Jason snapped, pointing a finger in Vince’s direction.

Jason cleared his throat, turning back to me.

“Anyway, it’s simple, babe. Just have to have a lot of eye coronation and stay focus.” He continued.

“Alright. Can I try on my own?” I asked, glancing at him behind me.

“Sure.” He said.

Jason’s hand left my waist so I could be unaccompanied.

I pushed my left foot back, letting the skateboard stroll underneath me. I kept both feet on the board as I rolled down a small ramp. The guys filled the park with their applauding and cheering for my success. I refrained from looking back to see Jason’s face.

I kicked back again to ride up another ramp and roll down it smoothly. I let it travel back over to Jason and the guys.

Jason stood there in front of the guys with his mouth hung open. I laughed, stopping the skateboard with my left foot and hopping off.

“How?” Jason shouted, staring at me.

I shrugged, “You misinterpreted me, Jason. Just because I’m a girl, doesn’t mean I don’t do boy activities.”

“She got a point.” Skylar chimed in.

Jason huffed, “Shut up, Skylar.”

JASON

January 16th, 2011

“I haven’t worn one of these since my parent’s funeral.” I muttered while Jade fixed the tie on my black and white suit.

The sky was brightened with a shade of baby blue while the sun hit down on my parent’s grave stones. It was ironic how it was unexpectedly nice on a depressing day.

A hand fell on my left shoulder.

I slowly glanced up to see Alex staring at the dirt where our parents were buried. Tears slid down his cheeks slowly as he sighed.

A few relatives from the family decided to show up, but left not too long ago. One of our aunts offered to adopt us, but Alex refused.

Alex and I were left at the grave alone. A lonely dove stood between both graves. I stared at it, thinking about myself.

I was like a little bird when the parents send them off. I was left without any parental guidance, but the guidance of my older brother.

“You’re under my wing now, little bro.” Alex muttered, patting my back before turning on his heels to leave the cemetery.

I sighed, following behind him.

“Jason…” Jade whispered, patting my chest lightly with her hand.

I shook my head, bringing her to my attention. 

“Huh?”

“It’s time to go. We don’t want to be late.” She said, grasping my right hand and leading me out of the bedroom.

• • •

A sliver statue of Jesus stood in front of the large church building. For an odd reason, my adrenaline was increased more than ever before. My body shivered at the thought of all my sins being unleashed in God’s presents right now.

Jade hooked arms with me, practically dragging me inside.

I gazed around at the multicolored windows built into the ceiling. There was one of the left side of the church that had a set of three doves. They were flying behind one another in a line. Talk about the three amigos.

Thankfully, Jade didn’t sit us up in front of the pastor. We were wedged somewhere in the middle of the seating area between a lady wearing a huge hat and a small five-year-old boy in a suit. I glanced down at him a few times, thinking of the last time I ever even set foot in a church.

My father was so built on his sins that he didn’t bother walking into a church building. My mother, on the other hand, was a full-time follower of God and engaged me and my brother into that as much as she could. I always appreciated the connection we had with her.

“Good morning, everyone. I’m going to get right onto today’s topic because this thought has been c chewing away at my skin lately. We sit in the place of God’s presence and grace while someone outside doesn’t bother to believe in our creator. They might not believe, but that doesn’t deny their acceptance into the gates of heaven.” The pastor started, standing behind the podium.

“God’s love for every one of us is unconditional. In Deuteronomy 31:6, it says that God will never leave you nor forsake you. You might think that God doesn’t want anything to do with you because you did this or that. But, God didn’t create all of us to be perfect humans in his world. Every one of us can lift our skin and find billions of flaws underneath the beauty.”

Jade’s hand embraced mine in a reassuring grip. I grinned to myself, realizing she thought of me during the pastor’s last sentence. I’m not offended one bit. I could write a novel of flaws I hold inside.

The pastor cleared his throat, “The bible is very self-explanatory about how we all aren’t made to be God’s perfect people. In Genesis 37, the story of Joseph being sold by his brothers takes place. His father cherished him more than the rest of his children, which caused the brothers to envy him deeply. He was stripped out of his clothing and sold off…”

The pastor continued with the story of Joseph. He named off a few other people from the bible, sharing their stories as well. Honestly, I was intrigued by the end of the service. The criminal heart inside of me desired to be hugged in God’s embrace. Looking back at all my past sins, I needed God’s presence more than ever.

Jade and I returned home around eight o’clock. I hurried upstairs to our bedroom and went to my desk drawer. I drew it open, finding the bible my mother had given me years ago.

“Jason!” My mother called from downstairs.

I dropped my comic book magazine and dashed downstairs. I encountered my mother in the living room. She sat on the couch with a book grasped in her hands.

I plopped in the seat beside her, staring up into her brown eyes.

“Yes, Mommy?”

She threw an arm over my shoulder, pulling me closer.

“I want to give you something. You have to always hold on to it in memory of me. Okay?” She informed, shifting in her seat a little.

Okay.” I answered, eagerness bursting inside my veins.

She placed the book she held in my lap. I stared down at it, noticing it had the word ‘Bible’ written in gold.

“Don’t you need this for church?” I asked, glancing up at her.

She chewed on her bottom lip before shaking her head.

“No, sweetheart. I have another one. I want you to keep this one as your own. It’s a guide for you. It will help you with all problems in life. It will bring you closer to our creator, who you will learn more about when you’re more mature and older.”

“Okay, Mommy. Thank you.” I said, cuffing my arms around her midriff.

She laughed lightly, embracing me back while rubbing my back smoothly.

I pulled out the bible, drawing it open to the bookmarked page my mother left. I plopped on the mattress, skimming over the current page.

My attention spun towards the door while it creaked open. Jade was revealed in the doorway. I grinned at her as she strolled in. She was still dressed in her long, burgundy dress.

“Hey,” Jade whispered.

She crawled on the bed, scooting close to my side.  

“Hey,” I replied, drawing her close by my arm.

She snuggled into my chest.

“What are you reading?” She asked, staring down at the bible.

I kissed her forehead and chuckled.

“Well, I was pretty engaged in church so I’m reading the bible my mother gave me years back.”

She nodded, “I’m pleased that you were intrigued to create a relationship with God.”

“Me too.”

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