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 .


16. 16 | "All Night"



January 27th, 2011  


It was nearly five o’clock in the afternoon when we arrive to Charlotte, North Carolina. The weather was nothing like Miami’s, but it was fair. The wind was blowing violently. Sunlight broke through a crowd of gloomy clouds.


I swung my car door open and stuck a foot out. I hopped down from my range rover and gazed around at the scenery that Charlotte had to offer.


I turned to Jade, who was getting on the passenger’s side. Her hair beautifully flew back in the wind. Her arms stretched above her. She yawned lightly and gazed around.  


One of the biggest reasons I didn't want Jade to tag along with us is because of the constant relocating. Seventeen years later, I've been to thirteen states and out of the country one time. I didn't want her to experience all this dysfunctional traveling with me.  


“Here’s your room key. It’s number 209 on the second floor.”


The concierge dropped the key in my palm.


I faked a grin and cupped the key in my hand. Jade picked up her two suitcases and headed towards the elevator. I followed behind her. The elevator slid open slowly. Jade walked inside with me alongside her.


The elevator raised us to the second floor. There was a minor ding when the elevator doors opened up. Jade breathed in the lavender aroma before heading to our hotel room. She happily swung her suitcases bag and forth.


Usually, I wouldn’t get on an elevator, but Jade made me feel safe. It felt as if whatever I do with her was okay. I was going to be okay if she was around. I think that feeling was mutual between us.


She stood in front of room two hundred nine. I walked up to the door and slid the card in the slot. My fingers pressed down on the knob. I swung the door open. Jade gasped behind me.


The room was resembled a small apartment. There was a kitchen on the far right. A bedroom with a wide flat screen television. A small desk on each side of the bed. A landscape window with the view of Charlotte city buildings and hectic traffic.


Jade shoved past me to face-plant into the bedsheets. I chuckled and pushed her suitcases into the room, with mine gripped in my hand.


“This is amazing.” Jade muffled into the pillow.


I chuckled, “I’m guessing you never been in a hotel?”


Jade lifted her head from the pillow. She turned her body towards me.


“No, I have not. My mom and I never travel. We used to when my dad was around, but I was too young to remember exactly where we went.”


I nodded, kicking the hotel room door behind me.


Jade turned from laying horizontal to vertical. Her hand rested on her head. Her facial expression read that she was in pain.


“What’s wrong?” I asked quickly, sitting on the end of the bed.


“My head is just pounding real hard. It just started earlier.”


I licked my lips and grabbed the remote.


“I can leave back out and get you some Tylenol. You want Tylenol? Or Ibuprofen? Or –”


Jade laughed lightly, “Tylenol is fine. Thank you.”


“Alright, I’ll be back.”


I stood up from the bed. I walked over to her side of the bed. Her eyes were closed. I leaned down, kissing her forehead. I grabbed my car keys. I twisted the door knob and departed the hotel room.




Jason had been gone for twenty minutes. My headache was getting worse by the second. I’ve been surfing through the cable channels for a good five minutes. I was on the edge of throwing the remote across the room.


A knock on the door removed me from my channel searching. I sighed loudly, turning my legs to hop off the bed. I strolled to the door.


“Who is it?” I yelled.


“It’s Mark.”


I twisted the door knob and swung it open. Mark stood in the hallway with a white piece of paper in his hand. He looked a bit amused, which was unusual for him.


“What’s up?” I said, licking my lips.


Mark glanced down at the paper gripped in his hand. He looked back up at me.


“Nothing really. I’m guessing Jason left out?” He asked, looking past me into the hotel room.


“Yeah, he’s getting me headache pills. You need something?”


Mark cleared his throat and shook his head.


“No. I just wanted him to check out my new lyrics.” He motioned towards his paper.


“Can I look at them?”


He nodded quickly. “Yeah, of course.”


He handed me the paper. I skimmed over the lyrics he had written so far.


Nickels for my thoughts,
Dimes in my bed,
Quarters of the kush,
Shake the lines in my head,
Take my verses too serious ya hate me,
Cause I'm the one to paint a vivid picture no H-D,
Yeah, I want it all, that's why I strive for it,
Dis me and you'll never hear a reply for it,
Any awards show or party I'll get fly for it,
I know that it's coming I just hope I'm alive for it.


I grinned, “Mark, this – this is great. Keep going.” I handed the paper back to him. “I really have faith that you will definitely get somewhere with your music.”


He flashed his teeth as his lips extended into a smile.


“Thank you, Jade. I appreciate that. You mind telling Jason that I stopped by?”


I nodded, rubbing my hands together.


“Yes, of course.”


Mark smiled once more before walking off to his room down the hall.


I kicked the door closed with the back of my foot. I walked back over to the bed, pulling the covers back, and slipping in the sheets.


Paige is the only friend that didn’t give up on me. She texts me every week to make sure that I’m doing okay. I appreciate her concern. She’s the only one I have called my friend.


The thought of friends just got me to remember something.


I sat up in the bed sheets. I reached across the bed to grab my laptop. I pulled it on my lap and opened the lid. I tapped on the keypad, signing into my laptop.


My fingers hovered the mouse over Internet Explorer. Internet Explorer loaded up. I typed in Hotmail and it redirected me to the website. I composed a new message. I typed in my old friend, Hunter Garrison’s, email.


Dear Hunter,

I never got to say the best goodbye and I apologize for that. Life became such a blur for me. Nothing seemed worth holding on to anymore, not even our friendship. I hope you're doing well, Hunter. I miss you dearly. Remember the times when we would go out dog hunting so our parents would be obligated to keep it? I wish I could turn back the hands on the clock so we could remake our unforgettable moments. By the way, you should come to the United States sometimes. It's great here-




I disregarded my laptop and looked up. Jason was standing beside the bed with a grocery bag hanging from his fingers.


“Sorry, I didn’t even realize you were back.”


He shook his head, “It’s fine. I got the pills.”


I grinned, “Thank you.”


He nodded and dropped the bag beside me. His eyebrows furrowed as he stared at my laptop.


“What are you doing?”


I looked at my laptop, then back at him. “I’m emailing an old friend of mine.”


Jason’s hands covered his lips. I rolled my eyes.


“Jade Taylor has friends outside of the diva trio? Omg! This I must hear!”


Jason sat on the bed, crossing his leg over the other.


I sighed, “Well, if you must know, my old friend is Hunter Garrison. We-”


“H-Hunter Garrison?” Jason repeated in a shock.


I nodded slowly. Jason’s facial expression grew cold. He stood up abruptly, pacing off to start unpacking his things.


“Jason, what’s wrong? Did you know him personally?”


Jason shook his head. He was organizing his clothes. “I don’t want to talk about it.”




I said I don’t want to talk about it, Jade!” Jason barked, which made my body flinch.


I chewed on my bottom lip. “I’m sorry.”


Jason looked up from his clothes. His eyes shifted left and right before staring at me.


“Look, I’m sorry for yelling. Get dressed, we’re leaving out.”


"Hey, Mark," Derek called to Mark as he headed towards the hotel room door.

"What's up?" Mark replied, not removing his attention from the computer in front of him.

"I'm going out for a little while. You need anything?" Derek asked.

Mark shook his head and turned to look at Derek.

"No, I'm good. Thanks."

Derek grinned and nodded.

"No problem."

Derek twisted the door knob and departed the room. Once his footsteps were no longer audible, Mark traveled to his email.

He opened a new draft and put the address for the NYPD in.

I wanted to inform everyone that I'm doing fine. My gang and I have just landed in Charlotte, North Carolina. We'll be here for about two weeks. Neither of the McCann's have really done anything suspicious lately. However, Paul Huxbee's murderer has not been found yet. My main predicted suspect is Jason Drew McCann. He had the most anger towards Huxbee while he was in the gang. I'm going to keep a watchful eye on him for you guys. See you all soon.

Sincerely, police officer, Mark Adams.


“Jason, I think it’s too tight.” Jade whined, strapping on the helmet.

I rolled my eyes, “Babe, you’re fine.”

I hopped on my street fighter Ducati. I turned and looked at Jade. Her facial expression screamed how nervous she was. Her body shook slightly.

“Trust me,” I pleaded, throwing my hand out for hers.

She glanced at me, then the motorcycle a few times. She sighed calmly and grasped my hand. She hopped on, gripping on me rather quickly than I expected.  

“You ready?” I asked, turning on the motorcycle.

She didn’t reply. I just felt the moment of her nodding against my back.

I grinned and cranked the knobs. The Ducati roared wildly.

I sped off from the hotel parking lot. Jade’s fingers gripped onto my torso a little harder.

My speed increased from forty miles to sixty in an instant. When you’re riding a motorcycle, you go beyond the speed limit. Plus, there was barely any cars on the road.

I could picture Jade’s hair flapping in the wind like bird wings as I rode down the vacant road.

I stopped at the first red light, catching my breath. I haven’t felt this great in a while. Last time I rode this was when I just turned sixteen.

Alex passed it down to me. It was originally my dad’s. He fixed it up before handing it to Alex.

The second the light turned green, I sped off. I didn’t even have a location in mind. I just wanted Jade to feel this exhilaration that I felt every time.  

Jade snuggled her face deeper into the back of my leather jacket. I smiled at the warm, assuring feeling that ran through my body.

Nothing could be better than this.

• • •

A plane was slowly gliding by as Jade and I admired the moon. Numerous stars twinkled around it’s brightness, defining their placement in the atmosphere. A nice, calm breeze made our bodies comfortable underneath the moonlight.

My hand snaked over to Jade’s, grasping it slowly, but gently. In the corner of my eye, I watch her pink plump lips curve into a smile.

“I don’t think I ever felt more alive in my life.” Jade whispered, leaning over on my shoulder. Her head snuggled in the crook of my neck.

“Me neither.” I agreed.

My eyes left the sky, staring off into the distance. Cars were racing down the road, home lights were shutting off for the evening, and fluorescent OPEN signs were lighting up for late night customers.

“I might like it better here than Miami.”

Jade’s head turned slightly, flicking her eyes up to me.

“How come?”

I shrugged with a smile, “It’s not crazy here. It’s quiet at night. Miami and New York always had loud traffic, music blasting, and people arguing on the street about money.”

Jade nodded, “You enjoy a quiet city, not a loud and wild one.”

“Yeah,” I breathed.

“Me too.”

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I ignored it, snuggling my head on top of Jade’s.

“Jason,” Jade started.


“Why did you freak about my friend, Hunter, earlier?”

I bit my lip, looking back up at the moon.

“He’s a part of my past. I – I was arrested because of him.”

Jade removed her head from my shoulder.

“What did he do?”

“On March 6th, 2009, the gang and I got into a disagreement with his gang at a gun shop. The seller had shotgun left hanging on the shelf. We were determined to get it. We drove all the way to Canada for it. But, they wanted it as well. It was absurd, now thinking about it. We had to trade one of our gang members, Kyle, for the shotgun.”

Jade shifted, “What happen to Kyle?”

“He became a gang member of theirs. We couldn’t ask for him back under any circumstances. We never heard nor seen him again until his funeral, which was five months later. They let him go back into a fire to save their bombing equipment, but the fire grew. Him and the equipment burned in the fire.”

“Oh my god!” Jade screamed. “They really had him sacrifice his life for equipment? That really shows how much they cared…”

“Right.” I agreed.

Jade shook her head and looked down. “That’s terrible.”

“They didn’t even have a funeral either. His parents scheduled a funeral with the rest of his family. We showed up, of course, but we were all left in guilt. All in all, we were at blame just as much as Hunter’s gang. We gave him up for a shotgun.” I cleared my throat, “But that’s price you pay to being in a gang.”

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