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 .


8. 8 | "So What?"


November 18th, 2010

My fingers slid across the keys of the piano in the auditorium. No one accompanied me as I played. My secret love for the piano has never been spoken with anyone.

"I'd wait on you forever and a day... hand and foot..." My fingers pressed down on the keys as I sung the beginning lyrics.

I gazed down at my lyric book on the stand. I picked up my pencil and scribbled down a few more lyrics before continuing.

"Your world is my world... yeah."

I shook my head, picking my pencil back up and erasing those lyrics off my note sheet.

"I'll just continue with the next verse," I muttered to myself.

Gradually getting back into the harmony of the song, I continued to sing, "Your lips, my biggest weakness."

Footsteps made me halt from continuing to play. A small, but strong torso pressed against my back as hands came into my view.

"Shouldn't have let you know." Jason's lips brushed up against my ear as he sung gently, staying in harmony.

A wave of chills ran down my spine by his sudden touch. I crooked my head to glance at him.

"You play?" I asked, smiling.

"I've known how to play since I was six years old. My mother taught me. She was always so mesmerized with the keys of a piano." Jason replied with a grin plastered on his lips.

"Wow." I choked, staring into his chestnut brown eyes.

He came from behind me and sat down on the black piano seat beside me. His eyes stared at the keys as he slid one finger across them. His fingers met the keys and he began into a small symphony that I couldn't recognize.

"What was that?" I asked when he was finished.

"I honestly don't know. It was just a little tune my mother would play in the basement alone all the time."

"I-It's beautiful." I breathed out.

He smiled, "Thank you."


Little did Jason and Jade know that Vanessa was standing at the auditorium door, watching them be in a frenzy.

Vanessa pulled out her cell phone and texted Kristen, asking if she can come over. Kristen replied, "Why?"

Vanessa sighed angrily and texted back, "It's about Jason."

She stared back up to see Jason and Jade were standing up from the piano seat. She scurried off because they could witness she was there.

• • •

"I'm telling you, Kristen, you have to talk to her. She's getting way to close to Jason. You remember how that was for you." Vanessa implied, plopping down on Kristen's bed with a box of recesses pieces.

"I know, Vanessa, but maybe Jade will be smarter than I was," Kristen responded, smacking on her watermelon flavored gum.

Vanessa shook her head, "I doubt it. The thing is, she hasn't spoken to any of us about it. I can tell they aren't dating, but what if it goes there..."

Kristen laughed, "Are you dumb, Vanessa? Everyone, but Jade, knows Jason hasn't dated anyone since Grace Hilton."

Vanessa cocked an eyebrow for a second, then thought.

She nodded, "That's right, but-"

Kristen waved a hand. "Stop with the buts, Vanessa! There's no way he's going to date her. Case closed. If it will make you feel better, I'll go over to her house and talk to her. She might now have said something to you, but maybe she will to me."


November 20th, 2010

Raindrops slid down the windows. Thunder began rumbling while the clouds were forming darkly in the sky.

Mark was out running errands. Alex was upstairs locked in his room, preparing our next mission. The rest of the guys were on the couch watching Nightmare on Elm Street. They offered to include me in movie night, but I insisted they watch it without me. I didn't need to see a room full of guys around me pissing their pants like they are girls.

"I'll be back," I announced before grabbing my coat and departing out the front door.

The rain pelted against my coat as I paced over to my black Range Rover. Swinging the door open, I slid into the seat and slammed the door shut.

Turning on the ignition, I pressed the window shield wipers. I checked the car door on the side to make sure my gun was still there.

"Time to make some loose ends." I mumbled, pulling out of the driveway.


"How do you even know so much about Jason anyway?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

Kristen shook her head, "That's not even the point I'm trying to get across here, Jade!"

I sighed loudly, "Obviously, you were involved with Jason somehow. You know too much about him."

"Why does it matter?!" Kristen yelled.

"It matters because I like him!" I confessed.

She gasped, "Y-You do?"

I shook my head and stood up from my bed-sheets.

"Get out my house, Kristen. This conversation is over. No one is going to tell me about Jason except himself. Just leave." I pointed towards my locked bedroom door.

"Jade, you have to listen to-" Kristen started.

I raised a hand to cut her off.

"I heard enough. Get out." I barked.

She sighed, grabbing her shoulder purse and keys. She hurried down the staircase and slammed the front door behind her.

I walked over to my dresser, grabbing my car keys and rushing downstairs. My mother was seated at the kitchen table, sipping her coffee while her undivided attention was on the television's screen.

"Bye, Mom," I mumbled, twisting the door knob and departing the house.

The rain was like hail coming down on my car as I drove at a reasonable pace down the road. The atmosphere was covered with dark, gray clouds.

I stopped at the red light, gazing around at the street lights. The road was quite vacant because of the rain.

Turning on the green light, I drove down the road. I noticed a black Range Rover up ahead, parked outside a warehouse.

"Jason?" I whispered.

Pulling up not too far behind his car, I parked safely. Grabbing my coat, I pulled my arms into the sleeves.

Swinging the door open, I threw out one foot behind the other and hopped out the car. I slammed the door shut and walked over to the warehouse door, which was cracked open.

"You really thought you would last in my gang?! You don't own crap, but your life that is on the line!" Jason spat.

I peeked in the crack of the door to see his gun pressed into a man's chest. I'm guessing it was that old guy, Huxbee, he was speaking about.

Huxbee chuckled, "You really think it's your gang? Look at how much authority they had while you were gone. They were replacing you. They don't need you as much as you need them. You'd be nothing without them, you little prick."

Jason's free hand clenched up in a fist as he glared at Huxbee.

"If they had so much authority, you wouldn't have been stuck with the position the leader gave you," Jason remarked, cocking his gun.

Beads of sweat slid down from Huxbee's forehead.

"You just really think you got it all, don't you, McCann?" Huxbee muttered, staring around the vacant warehouse.

Jason's gunshot off. Huxbee's body collided into the cemented warehouse floor with blood gushing from his head.

"I do have it all." Jason scoffed, staring down at Huxbee's lifeless body.

Before he could turn on his heels to exit the warehouse, I quickly hurried to my car and slid into the driver's seat. I shoved my keys into the ignition and sped off.


Pulling in the driveway, I stepped out with my hood rose over my head. Thunder was rumbling harder than the time I left. I hurried into the house, locking the door behind me.

"Where were you?" Alex questioned as I pulled off my jacket.

"Handling business," I muttered, walking past him.

I marched up the staircase and strolled down the hallway to Mark's room. Knocking first, I twisted the knob and peeked in. Mark quickly covered a stack of papers that were in front of him.

"I'll be out in a minute." He answered.

"What are you working on?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Mark glanced back to see it was me standing in the door frame.

He cleared his throat, "Oh. Hey, Jason. I'm, uh, just figuring out what we're doing for our next mission."

"Alright," I replied, departing his room.

Walking down the hallway, I heard lightning violently strike outside. The rumbling of thunder increase greatly.

"Kevin, are you crazy? Are you going to have your fourteen-year-old son in charge to take over your gang? You know how ridiculous that sounds? Could we least be rational for a moment, Kevin?" My mother shouted downstairs in the living room to my father.

Alex and I stood at the top of the stairs, watching the whole scene quietly. I peeked over his shoulder to get a closer look at the two arguing.

"Keep your voice down, Samantha. You're going to wake them." My father warned.

"How dare you expect me to be calm about this! You are putting our son in danger because of your selfishness! He can't handle a gang this young. He hasn't even graduated yet. His dream isn't to follow in his father's footsteps as a gang leader." She yelled, pointing a finger into my father's chest.

He scoffed. "You wouldn't know what his dreams are. You're barely here."

"You know that has nothing to do with this! He's my son too, Kevin. You can't just shut me out from his and Jason's lives." Her chest rose and fell in anger while she spoke.

"Well, I made my decision, Samantha. Alex is going to be a gang leader. I have to follow gang rules. Every father that is prepared to step down from his leader position must pass it off to their oldest son." He concluded.

"This is completely foolish! What's even going to happen to Jason, huh?" She raised an eyebrow, pressing her hand on her hip.

"I don't know yet. Alex can decide that."

My father pushed past her, walking into the kitchen. She followed him, completely furious. My brother looked down at me.

He laid a hand on my shoulder. "You're going to be right beside me as my second gang leader, okay?"

I grinned a little. "Alright."

"Jason, watch where you're going, man!" Brent shouted, pushing past me to get to his bedroom with a bag of cheddar chips.

I glanced around to notice I was standing in the middle of the hallway. The thunder was roaring outside. I heard raindrops pelting the roof harshly. 

I cleared my throat, "Sorry." 

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