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 .


17. 17 | "Kiss It Better"


January 30th, 2011

"No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart." My eyes skimmed over the sentenced, gripping The Great Gatsby in my hands.

The sound of rain settled any stress that ran through my blood. I turned my body slightly, staring at the window. Raindrops slid down it fast, as if they were racing to an imaginary finish line. Our hotel room had a view of the streets of Charlotte. The streets lights were bright, due to the hard rain and a light fog mixing in the atmosphere. 

Part of me wanted to run out there and twirl around, letting the rain wash my body. Part of me just wanted to enjoy the beauty of rain from inside, remaining warm under the hotel bedsheets. 

"What are you reading?"

My attention slowly drew away from the rain. I turned my head to the bathroom door, which sat wide open. Jason was standing in leaning on the doorway of it with his towel hanging from his waist. He was dramatically perfecting his hairstyle.

My eyes slowly fell down his body. His abs were forming with a great structure. He had a growing unshaved happy trail above the white towel. I was flustered at the thought of him being nearly naked underneath that towel. My cheek sucked in as I chewed on it, remembering his question.

I shifted on the bed, clearing my throat.

"I'm reading The Great Gatsby." 

"There is all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.Jason emphasized dramatically, waving his arm in the air.

He chuckled and walked back into the bathroom, but left it slightly cracked

I stared at the bathroom door, amused. It was an easy read, but I didn't think he would have any sort of interest in books. 

"You've read it?" I asked, wanting to take the question back a second later.

Jason chuckled again and it echoed from the bathroom, which only made me blush.

"Of course, babe. It's one of my favorites. I read it during the summer after freshman year."

The bathroom creaked back open. Jason flicked off the bathroom light and walked out. He shut the bathroom door behind him. His towel was withdrawn from his body. He was only in checkered boxers.

He walked to his side of the bed. His fingers gently wrapped around the head of the bed sheets. He pulled the sheets back and slipped into the covers.

I stuffed my bookmark into my book. I placed it on the dresser beside me. I turned back to look at Jason and his eyes were already on me.

"Something wrong?" I asked, licking my lips.

Jason shook his head slowly. His hand reached to touch mine. His thumb rubbed on the top of mine smoothly. His eyes gradually fell down my body. My cheeks grew red when his eyes finally met mine again.

"I’ll never understand it." Jason whispered.

His hand caressed my cheek slowly.

“Understand what?” I asked, leaning my head against his hand.

“I’ll never understand you. You go around for seventeen years and don’t find a boyfriend. I come along and you instantly fall in love with me. I mean, for goodness sakes, Jade. Why me? You’re so beautiful and I – I think God is playing tricks on me.” Jason chuckled nervously, removing his hand from my cheek.

My eyes widened. I looked down at the bedsheets, curling my lips in my mouth.

He didn’t just think I was beautiful. He thought I was way too beautiful to love a guy that planned missions, bombed buildings, and disobeys the love. How could I love him?

Well, I love him because he’s living his life unlike any other guy. Other guys don’t want to live on the edge. Other guys don’t want to do what they feel is right to get back at society. They want to do the things that will keep them alive.

The thing is though… they’ll never make me feel like I am alive – not like Jason does.

“What you do doesn’t scare me away, Jason. You’re brave. You’re strong. You don’t have to prove it. You show it through everything you do. You don’t doubt anything. You just do it. How could I not love that?” I whispered.

I slid my hand back into his and pressed them together.

Jason smiled at our hands and brought them to his lips. His lips pressed against my hand softly. They pulled away slowly. He looked up at me and grinned.

“I love you.”

I didn’t reply. I pushed him down slightly before I straddled his midriff. He stared up at me. I leaned down and pressed my lips against his.

His tongue wandered between my lips. A moan emit from my lips. He pulled away slowly, staring deep into my eyes.

My breath hitched. I didn't know if I was supposed to say something or stay silent.

Jason's eyes traveled down my body. His hands were included in this process. I stared at him as he did so. He looked so focused, so determined. His eyes were dark, glimmering with lust and so much hunger.

His hands grabbed my hips, lifting me slightly, turning me over so I laid on top of him. His arms folded around my waist from behind. His head snuggled into the crook of my neck.

"Do you see it?" Jason whispered in my ear, kissing it slightly.

"See what?" I whispered.

Jason pointed at the ceiling. It was vacant, painted white. The lights were dimmed so the moonlight gave it a bit of glow from outside.

"Our future. Our beautiful version of eternity. No rules or regulations. A book full of adventures, new things to discover. Just you and me, baby girl. Can't you see it?" His voice was light, soft, and sent lust as he whispered into my ear. 

"I see it, Jason," I replied, feeling his hands disappear underneath my tank top. His hands glided over the lower half of my stomach, rubbing over my belly button lightly, but tenderly. 

“Our child – our family. Something I can call my own, you know?”

I turned to the right to look at him. He was already staring at me. His lips slowly curled up into a wide, toothy smile. My face grew red and I cut my eyes from his.

From the moment my eyes first laid on him, I thought I would never see his smile. Now, it is staring me right in the face and I could not be happier to see it.


January 31st, 2011

I groaned slightly at the bright light peeking into the hotel room. I whirled around in the bedsheets. Jade's hair was scattered above her head.

A sly grin played on my lips. I scooted over closer to her. Leaning my head in slowly, my lips pressed onto her cheek. Her lips curled into a smile, but she remained quiet.

"Good morning, my love," I whispered softly in her ear.

My finger traced over the pink bite marks I made last night. A smirk played on my lips.

Jade groaned a little, stretching her arms.

"Good morning," Her eyes fluttered open, meeting my gaze. She turned on her side, keeping the covers tight against her naked chest. She rested her face in the palm of her hand as she stared back at me. Her lips slowly curved up into a smile.

My finger caressed her chin gently.

"What do you want to do today?"

She shrugged, "Doesn't matter to me."

"Are you sure?"

She chewed on her bottom lip, nodding slowly.

I leaned in and kissed her lips before getting up in my robe.

"I'll be in the shower, babe," I said, opening and closing the bathroom door.

I dropped my robe, facing my back to the mirror. I looked back, seeing all the scratch marks Jade scarred on it last night. I smirked, shaking my head. I walked over to the shower, turning it on.

• • •

God, she is so beautiful. I can't thank you enough for bringing her into my life. I feel like a brand-new novel opened up for me since the day I met Jade. I know I do not deserve her and what she has to give, but I'm going to make sure to take good care of her for you. Thank you, Lord. Momma was right about you. You bring true blessings and shine a new way of life. I feel so much closer to you. I just need you to guide my path, Lord. Teach me the things I believed was impossible years ago. Help me escape these deadly sins that are shadowing me from my past. Build me up with your unconditional strength-

"What are you doing, baby?" Jade cooed, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her chest pressed up against my back. Her head was over my shoulder. I could feel her eyes staring at my journal.

"Nothing," I muttered, closing the book.

Jade continued to stare while I placed it on the dresser with my pen. My name was written across the front in cursive, which was my mother's handwriting.

It was my journal since I was twelve years old. No one has ever been in it. There were too many personal feelings and thoughts buried in those pages.

"Are you ready to go?" I asked, lacing up my converses.



I sat upright in the driver's seat. I drove slowly, but swiftly down Davidson Street – which was around the corner from the hotel. A slight bit of sunshine peeked through the clouds in the sky. It was still winter, but not as cold as we expect.

A tree with a paper stapled to it caught my eye. It was in the park not too far ahead. I sat at the red light, squinting at it.

"What are you staring at?" Jason asked.

I licked my lips and looked over at him.

"You see that tree over there?" I pointed over at it.

"Yeah. What's wrong with it?"

"I'm about to find out."

The light turned green and I sped off. I continued down Davidson Street, making a right into the park where the tree stood. I parked, snapped off my seatbelt, and hurried out the car. Jason followed behind me as I hurried to the tree. In the distance, I could tell it was a missing sign.

"Just what I thought," I said, ripping the sign off the tree.

A picture of me was blown up on it.

"MISSING: Jade Taylor, Height: 5"6', Age: 17 years old, Hair Color: Brown, Eye Color: Hazel, Last Seen: Miami, Florida with Jason McCann."

I looked up at Jason. His hands clenched into fists.

"Damn it, we need to get out of here."

I turned my body in all possible directions.

Eyes were on me. Fingers were pointing in my direction. Facial expressions seemed either concerned or curious. My adrenaline was rising quick. I felt like I was under water, drowning, losing oxygen – quickly. I held my breath and squeezed my eyes shut.

A hand grabbed mine and led me back to the car. The missing sign remained crumpled up in my left hand. My palms were building with sweat. I didn't catch my breath again until Jason pulled off.

Jason drove us back to the hotel in a rush. When we got back into the hotel room, my eyes finally decided to gaze at the world again.

"Have you been in contact with anyone lately? Your mom? Dad? Vanessa? Paige? Kristen?"

I scrunched up my eyebrows. My head snapped

"No, of course not, Jason. Don't you trust me?"

Jason paced over to me. I nearly flinched at his touch. He grasped my face gently, stroking my cheeks with his thumbs.

"I trust you." He wrapped an arm around my neck, pulling me into his chest. His lips pressed against my forehead. "We'll just have to get a slight make-over, baby girl."

I removed my head from his chest to look up at him.


• • •

"Jason, please," I pleaded, pulling on Jason's arm.

"No, Jade." Jason said strictly, struggling to keep a straight face.

"Jason!" I yelled, punching his arm.

He winced at the pain of my hit.

"Damn, you hit hard for a girl." He complained, rubbing his arm gently.

"Jason, I can't do this without you. Everything we do has to be mutual."

He huffed, "But, I'm going to look so weird, babe."

I flashed a cheeky smile, "Not if I can help it."

He rolled his eyes. I sighed and started to walk out of the bathroom. Jason grabbed my arm before I could stick one foot out the doorway.

"Fine." He muttered.

I spun my head, "What?"

"I said fine. I'll do it."

I squealed, which Jason never has heard me do before. He stared at me, a little bit amused. I glanced up before bursting into laughter.



February 3rd, 2011

It was an early morning and I mean early. The clock on the hotel nightstand struck five-thirty. The sun was gradually peeking over the tallest building in the city. I stood behind Jade in the bathroom mirror, who was yawning and checking off all the things written on her list. She had to make absolute sure that we had everything we needed for this "makeover" – and I meant everything.

"Flat iron?" Jade asked.

"Check." I said.

"Hair Dye?"



"Jade, of course, we have combs. You didn't even have to write that one on the list. Damn."

"Okay, Mr. Grumpypants."

This went on until the clock struck six twenty-five. The sun finally rose and birds were chirping their heads off from the hotel balcony. I was half-asleep, determined to jump back in bed and call the whole thing off.

"I think we're all set."

Jade turned to me with a smile plastered on her lips. I rolled my eyes.

"And you're going first." She added.

"What? Why?"

"You're my guinea pig. I want to see how it looks."

I huffed, plopping down on the bathroom toilet seat. Jade shook her head at me.

"I can tell you're tired."

"Why you say that?"

"You missed the seat." She pointed at the chair that she was standing behind.

I flickered my eyes a few times at the seat.


I rose from the toilet seat and plopped into the chair. Jade began running her fingers through my hair, examining it.

"You can lay back," Jade said, ruffling my hair.

I sighed and snuggled my head back on the chair. Jade's fingers in my hair made me sleepier. Her finger slid back and forth through my hair, giving me a slight massage. My eyes slowly fell closed.

"Do you want highlights or do you want to be strictly blond?"

"Just dye it, babe."

"Okay." Jade said shyly.

• • •

After Jade dyed my hair and let me see it, she locked me out the bathroom. She's been in there for about an hour now. I didn't look too bad to be a blonde.

My arms were folded behind my head. I laid against the hotel pillow, staring up at the white ceiling. A knock on the door disturbed my personal time to myself.

I swung my legs off the mattress, hopping to the floor. I walked over to the door, socks covering my feet. I unlocked the door, swinging it open.

Alex was standing in the hallway with papers clutched in his right hand. He looked concerned while he stared at my hair.

"What's up?" I said, leaning on the door.

"What the hell is up with that?" He pointed at my hair.

"I'll explain later. What you want, bro?"

He cleared his throat, looking down at his papers. He looked back up at me.

"Two things: Grace is in danger and our baby bro is nearby. His mom called and requested that we should pay him a visit. It's been a few years."

I put my hand up. "Okay, but what do you mean Grace is in danger?"

"One of our outside men said the Demon Knives are planning to turn their guns on Grace at the Masquerade Ball in Los Angeles on Saturday night.”

“Are you serious? We have to relocate again?!” I yelled.

“Unfortunately, yes.” Alex said, shrugging.

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