A/N: VERY IMPORTANT--This is the sequel to The Adventures of CJ and Jace. You can read this without having read the first one, but I promise you'll feel out of the loop for the first five chapters at least. Yeah. So that's that. Secondly, I want to thank my readers from the previous story... All of them. Crayzie: Yeah, it was a little rushed, just because I really did want to get a lot of stuff in because this story makes a huge jump in time. The gap would not be fun to try to fill as a prologue to this story. Mac, thanks again. Is there anything else to say? Katie, thank you so much for your review. It liften my spirits, it did! So thanks for showing a little love. Now, on with the show...
Oh, one last thing: This is a tentative title. It goes very well with the story itself (it's a song by Anna Nalick--see bottom) but it's sorta... Dark sounding. What do you guys think?
Jason Callaway gulped down the last of his coffee before dropping his cup into a trash can on his way to his car, thankful for whatever caffeine he could get.
It had been his last day of filming for his first movie, and now, after eight hours, he was on his way home to sleep for a few hours before heading off to the set of the television show he starred in. Though he wasn't looking forward to the hours of work still ahead of him on this long day, he was excited to see his best friend, who, until the morning of the previous day, had been in Australia for her own film.
The two had planned a quiet dinner after shooting some scenes for an upcoming episode, and after dinner, depending on how tired they were, there was the possibility of having a movie night at his house.
From twenty feet away, he unlocked his car, then pulled out his cell phone. Thinking about the movie night exhausted him, but he knew that later that night he would be more than ready to hang out with a few friends.
He hopped in his car and began the long drive home through traffic, thankful that the show didn't tape in LA so that he wouldn't need to make the long trek out again.
First on his list of friends to call was his best friend's sister and her boyfriend. He decided to call the boyfriend first, and punched in the number by memory.
"Jason, buddy, how are you?" Chase answered his cell phone after only one ring.
With a laugh, Jason got comfortable in the mid-day traffic as he cruised along in second gear. "I'm good, I'm good. How about yourself?"
"Great, I'm terrific. It feels like forever. CJ was just mentioning you the other day when we were talking about Jace. We thought it would be a great idea for the three of us to get together sometime to catch up," Chase explained to his friend. "What's your schedule like these days?"
Traffic picked up a little and Jason made his way through the cars, going a good ten miles faster than everyone else. "I just finished shooting a movie today, and we had some time off from the show while J was in Australia, but I've got three hours until we start episode one of season five."
Chase whistled emphatically. "Five… I can't believe it's been that long," he mused. "I mean, it's hard to remember back to when none of you all were rich and famous, but sometimes I can actually recall those times."
Laughing, Jason found that he knew exactly what Chase meant. "Yeah, times really have changed, haven't they? Well, listen, I was calling because J and I talked about watching a movie at my place later tonight, after dinner, and we wanted to invite you and CJ. Are the two of you up to anything tonight?"
"Tonight sounds great, actually. We had plans to go to a charity dinner, but that fell through because the restaurant caught on fire two nights ago." Chase paused, stopping to chuckle to himself. "I was actually quite relieved, you know. Ceej loves dressing up for those things, but I just can't sit through them. I'll call her and let her know what's up, but I'm pretty sure she'll be game. Need us to bring anything?"
Jason thought a moment before replying. "No, I don't think so. As long as you two show up, I think we'll be all right."
"Great. I'll see you tonight then. Nine or so?" asked Chase.
"Perfect," Jason replied. "I'll see you then." He ended the call with a click of a button before pressing another and using voice commands to find the next number he needed to dig up. The phone rang four times before Jason was sent to the voicemail. "Travis, Jason here. I'm assuming J told you about our dinner tonight, and afterwards we're hoping to get everyone together and watch a movie at my house. Just give me a call back whenever you get a chance." He flipped his phone closed just as traffic came to a complete stop. With a growl of frustration, he slapped his hand on the steering wheel before hitting the on button on his CD player.
Suddenly, his car shook and seemed to jerk forward, causing him to follow. Fortunately, his seat belt pulled tight, and pretty soon he was resting back in his seat again.
Looking back using his rearview mirror, he saw that the car behind him had rear ended him. Putting his blinker on, he managed to work his way over two lanes to the side of the freeway, all the while making sure that the car behind him followed.
Once he was stopped, he got out of his car to inspect his bumper. But for a small scratch, it seemed all right.
"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! I can't believe I did that! I'm so sorry," a woman exclaimed as she climbed from her car, peering at his bumper with tears in her eyes. "I'm so sorry! Oh, my."
"It's just a scratch. A little paint will fix it, no problem," Jason comforted.
She looked up at him, and if possible, her eyes widened even more. "You're Bryden Shale! I mean… Jason Callaway! Oh my gosh! I just hit Jason Callaway's car!"
Unable to stop himself from chuckling, Jason leaned against the side of his car to observe her wide-eyed amazement. True, it had been five years, but he was still unaccustomed to the attention he received, especially at times like this one.
"Yes, you did," he told her. "But I wouldn't worry about it if I were you."
She only stood there gawking at him.
"I'm sorry… I didn't catch your name," Jason said, trying to ease his own discomfort. "You already know mine."
"Oh! Oh, I'm sorry! I'm Hana, Hana Abbott," she told him, offering her hand out. "I'm sorry again… about your car. I've never done that before."
Jason couldn't hold his laughter in. "It's just a car," he told her. "Don't think about it again. I'll take care of it."
Her eyes grew wide again. "No, no, I have insurance… It's my fault! I can't let you do that. Thank you for the offer, though." She took a few steps backwards, hands clasped together. "I'll just get my insurance card… One minute…" Turning, she trotted toward her car, opened the door and dove head first inside. It looked to Jason as if she was tearing apart her car in her search.
From his car came a ringing sound, and he looked inside to see that his phone was asking for attention. Reaching inside, he grabbed it and glanced at the caller ID before opening it.
"Hey, Travis, how are you?"
"I'm good, how 'bout yourself? It feels like we haven't seen each other in forever."
"Which is why we're all getting together for a movie tonight. Tell me you're coming," he said.
Travis laughed, saying, "Of course. I wouldn't miss it. Besides, you thought I'd let my beautiful wife out of my sight so soon after her getting back?"
"No, of course I didn't think so. I told Chase nine at my place, if that works for you," Jason said.
"Sounds like a plan, buddy. I'll see you then."
"Bye." Closing his phone, Jason looked back at Hana's car just as she was slamming the door shut, holding up her insurance card triumphantly.
"I found it! I've got it!" she told him, eyes gleaming.
He shook his head, grinning. "I told you, I'm going to take care of it. Don't worry about it."
Her hands found her hips. "If you don't go through insurance, they won't rent you a car while yours is in the shop. Then you'll have to bum rides off your friends. No good. Trust me, my brother has been in several accidents."
"Hana," he began, "I seriously don't want you to have to worry about it. I'm more worried about your car. Besides, I have another car. I won't have to 'bum' rides."
She appeared to be considering his words. "What if you have whiplash and have to go to the chiropractor?" she asked.
"We have a chiropractor on set."
There were no more excuses that she could think of, so she gave in. "At least let me write down my information for you, just in case. If you don't need it, it's better to have it and throw it away than to maybe need it and not have it. So here," she said, handing him her card. "I'm going to find a pen."
"Oh, no, no," he interrupted before she could walk away. "I'll just put it in my organizer and then I won't lose it."
She seemed satisfied as he pulled his PDA out and expertly punched her information in. When he handed back her card, she took it quickly. "I'm sorry again. I really can't believe I did that."
"Hana, if you apologize one more time, I'll go crazy. There's no need to worry about it. If it was a big deal, I'd let you know. It's not really, so—"
He was interrupted by his phone ringing. "Just a minute," he excused himself. The number was private, and he was a little dubious about answering it. "Hello?"
If he could undo one thing in his life at that moment, it would have been answering the phone. "This is a really bad time. Can I call you back later?"
"When you get home. I'll be waiting." The phone clicked, hanging up.
"Sorry about that," he mumbled. Then, offering his hand to Hana, he shook hers again. "It was a pleasure meeting you, in whatever interesting circumstances these might have been."
Hana was about ready to faint. Who knew that TV stars were this perfect, this wonderful, this incredible? Oh, if only there were men like Jason Callaway in real life, for real girls… "It was great meeting you, too," she told him, then opened her mouth to apologize, but caught herself.
Jason saw it, grinned and laughed as she offered him a sheepish smile. "See you around, Hana Abbott."
"Yeah," she said before walking back to her car. By the time she was in her seat, Jason had already driven off.
Pulling into the garage, Jason was thankful that he was finally home. He glanced briefly at his watch, noting that he had just under three hours before he would have to leave for shooting.
Inside, he made himself a sandwich and sat down on his couch. He ate slowly in the silence before crumpling up his napkin and tossing it on the coffee table, kicking off his shoes and making himself comfortable on the couch.
There were days we wished his house was not so quiet, and there were also days he was thankful for the peace. Today, it didn't seem to matter, but as he drifted off to sleep, he was grateful for the silence.
Two hours later, the front door opened and a pair of green eyes peeked through the crack before the hands partnered with the eyes opened the door enough to slide inside and close the door.
Jason was sound asleep and didn't hear the footsteps clicking on the wood floors of his house.
Suddenly, several pillows hit his face, and it took only a moment for him to spring up into a sitting position.
Grinning at him was his best friend.
"Jalen Cleo Wyatt, I'll have you know that I needed that sleep," he told her.
"Oh, Jason, I know that you need your beauty sleep more than anyone. But I couldn't resist." She began walking toward him, meeting him halfway before throwing her arms around him. "I missed you. Let's not shoot movies far away from each other ever again."
"I won't if you won't," he told her, knowing that it was a promise neither of them could keep. "I missed you, too, J."
The friends sat down on the couch. "So, are we on for dinner and a movie tonight?"
"We're on," he told her. "I called Travis and Chase. Did you get a hold of CJ?"
For a moment, Jalen only stared at him, not responding. "There are times I think you still love her," she told him quietly, as if in fear of others hearing.
He offered her a brief smile. "Then there are times you're right."
"She said she'd come. I told her you were going to call Chase and give him a time. Did you?"
"I told both the Wyatt brothers that we'd start around nine," he responded. "That gives us enough time."
"Excellent. Travis was rather put out that I was having dinner with you my second night back, but I told him he gets to sleep with me, so it about evens out."
Jason laughed. "And I haven't seen my darling niece in forever. Will she be tagging along this evening?"
"Actually, she'll be on set with us. CJ is bringing her by after work. We're taking her to dinner with us, if that's fine with you," Jalen said, watching her best friend for his reaction.
He gasped. "Fine? Fine? Of course it's fine with me! I adore my little pumpkin! I thought I was going to die when you told me you were taking her with you to Australia. I had really been hoping for joint custody with Travis, but as it worked out, you stole her from us both."
Chuckling, Jalen stood. "Come on, we'd better leave. Is it okay if I run home real fast to get some chap stick?"
"Yeah, sure. I'll get the car and pick you up."
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, you'd better pick me up. It's so far to walk, I don't know if I'll make it!"
"Get out of here, and lock the door behind you," he ordered as he made his way to the garage.
A few minutes later, he pulled into her driveway next door and honked the horn obnoxiously. "Come on, Mrs. Shale!"
As she ran out to his car, she stuck her tongue out defiantly. Once inside, she buckled her seatbelt before turning to face him. "Why aren't we taking Baby?" she asked, referring to his favorite car, a light blue BMW.
He sighed heavily. "Baby got in a little accident today. I thought we'd give her a break by taking Amelia."
Giggling, Jalen rolled down her window. "I still haven't figured out what on earth possessed you to name your car Amelia," she admitted with a laugh. "I think you're crazy."
"I quite agree," he told her.
"So what happened to Baby?" she asked.
"Oh, I was on the way home from filming this afternoon and a woman rear ended me. It was just a scratch, but she felt so bad… She was very nice, and I wouldn't let her pay for it." He paused for a moment, thinking. "Which actually upset her more than the hitting me part."
"Was she pretty?" Jalen asked quietly.
Jason felt his stomach jump. "Now why would you ask me such a thing?"
"Jason, it's been a year," she told him, her fingers resting on his arm. "It's past time to forget her and move on. And it's more than okay to think a woman is pretty."
The lump in his throat wouldn't allow him to respond, but Jalen knew what he was thinking, anyway. Not yet… A little longer.
A/N: Review! (That was just a little reminder.) Okay, pardon me for a minute while I rave on about something random. Anyone heard of Anna Nalick? Cause if you haven't, you should. Really, though. I'm totally serious. She's an up-and-coming songstress that I know of through a band I'm presently working with and she's amazing. Go look her up right now! I'm serious! Her CD comes out the 19th of April, and I promise you'll like it. And the very important part of this tangent is that the story is named after a song she sings, and it's very relevant to the story. If you go on myspace music, you can find her and listen to it, and even read the lyrics I think. I highly recommend this to get the feel for where this story is starting off. Okay?
Okay, now, back to the topic at hand: The story. How d'ya like it? So far, I mean. I have about three chapters done so far and I'm hoping to have five total done by the next time I post. And I'll post faster if I get lots of reviews. So GO REVIEW! And listen to Anna Nalick! Go!