Okay, I'm not giving a character description in this one, because if you're reading this, you've probably read the first two. If you haven't, well, you're probably like me, and don't even imagine them the way they're described anyway. Heeheehaha!
It was very sudden. Me and Jason, my best friend recently turned boyfriend were at a party. We were sticking close to each other, but not too close, because nobody knew we were gay, least of all with each other. Well, his ex-girlfriend, Jazz, who he'd dumped three weeks prior had a hint, and after he'd broken up with her, she'd tried to spread the word. But Jason was a well known ladies man, a popular guy, and strong. He'd shut the rumor down before it even really had a chance to spread, and everyone believed him. It probably helped that Jazz had a history of being catty when she was dumped, so people thought it was just the same old same old.
Anyway, we're in the living room, and he's chatting it up with a group of jocks and cheerleaders. He's drank a little, but not alot. Neither of us was very into the whole, drunk, drug, messed up scene. I was sitting on the couch, talking to a girl named Ana, some Indian girl I'd known since about the sixth grade. She was nice and everything, but, you know, not my type. So I was trying to brush off her drunken advances, while at the same time, maintaining another conversation with the other girl beside me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jason stand from his spot across the room, where he'd been leaning against the wall, towering over other people like a mountain. He caught me eye, and smirked as he took in my perdiciment. I was currently pushing Ana's hand off my leg, trying to be gentle, but at the same time, losing patience, which I'd never had much of anyway.
What an ass, to find amusement in my pain. I glared for a few seconds, then stood up as I saw him leaving the room, some random dude in a leather jacket trailing behind him. The dude was stumbling around like an idiot, so I assumed he was drunk.
"Where are you going?" I asked, as Jason opened the front door, and stepped into the cool night air. People littered the front yard too, spread around like little camps after a natural disaster. Empty cups were all over the ground, spilled contents soaking into the ground around us like little oil spills.
"I'm taking Tony here home." he said, motioning to the drunk guy stumbling around behind us. "He's had a few too many."
"Tell me about it." I grinned, then shrugged. "Do you need me too come with you?"
He smiled lightly, then shook his head. "Naw. Tony's really annoying when he's drunk, and I don't want you to have to deal with that."
As if to illustrate the point, Tony belched loudly, then started braying like a donkey. I raised an eyebrow at this. I didn't see what was so funny about it. It was mostly gross. Bodily functions never really amused me, unlike most guys.
"You should find Ana," Jason said with a teasing smile. "Looked like she was all over you."
I shrugged. "Not really my type."
Jason's teasing smile lightened, and now it was more like a loving one, of some sorts, fixed on me. For some reason, it made me blush. I mean, I still wasn't used to this whole, dating thing. I looked away, focusing on the bushes lining the house, which were also littered with trash. Suddenly, I felt cold lips brush against my cheek. By the time I looked up, Jason was pulling away, and resuming his earlier conversation like it hadn't even happened.
"I'll be back pretty soon. He lives, like, two blocks away."
I was still looking around, too make sure no one had seen his kiss me. Nobody seemed to be looking our direction, except for Tony, who looked like he was trying to peice together what had happened. Three seconds passed, and he shrugged and started to talking outloud to nobody, forgetting already what he'd seen. I looked at Jason closely for a few seconds, wishing we could be somewhere alone. This was not my idea of a good time to be kissing, though I couldn't deny that I found it stupidly romantic. What with us bathing in the moonlight, surronded, could be caught at any second. What a dork, huh?
"Come on, Tony." Jason said, turning to leave. Tony stumbled after him, and didn't even notice when Jason turned and mouthed to me -See you soon, Princess-, too caught up in his one sided conversation.
I waved lamely, watching as they got into Jason's car. I watched it roll down the driveway, and into the street.
I watched it drive only a few feet before, suddenly, another car, a truck, coming from the left, Jason's side, came speeding right down the street, right at them, going was faster then it should be, and ignoring it's STOP sign. I saw, right away, what was going to happen, but I coudn't stop it.
All I could do was scream.
The truck slammed right into Jason's side, and I listened to awful sound of metal hitting metal, watched in horror as Jason's car flipped, over and over, like it had been thrown by a giant, until it finally came to a rest in somebody's yard, upside down, sitting silently, looking like nobody could ever survive such a collision. The window, Jason's window, was gone, glass shattering the ground around the car, other windows blown out too. The car itself looked like it had been attacked by giant hammers, hit over and over, and over and over. Jason's door was crushed, and my heart froze.
It was horrible.
It was so sudden.
For a few seconds, I was too stunned to move, and I just listened to the screams around me, the other partygoers caught just as off gaurd as I was.
But the person they loved wasn't in that car.
People were coming out from the house, to see what all the screaming was about, and I saw the truck that had hit Jason's driving away, it's front destroyed. But it was driving away. Like nothing had happened.
I moved, running across the lawn, from the spot I'd been standing with Jason only a minute ago, screaming Jason's name.
"Jason! Hold on!" I screamed, streaking across the street, my mind seeing with perfect clarity the destruction around me. I stumbled into the yard that his car rested, and barely made out the image of Tony, moaning, and holding his head, probably not even understanding what was happening, stumbling around the car. He'd survived. So maybe...maybe Jason...but it hit his side...
"Jason!" I screamed again, falling down to my knees at his broken window, and looking in, not caring what I might see, only knowing I had to get him out, and fast. "I'm here, I'm here, hold on." I said to him, and that's when I saw him.
He was upside down, like the car, because he had been buckled in. His arms were hanging down, limply, cut up badly. His eyes were shut, and blood was coming from his head, dripping down onto the ceiling of the car.
"No, no no no no no no." I begged, grabbing Jason by the shirt and pulling, not unaware that I could be hurting him even more, but not caring. He needed to be here, in my arms, and then he would be okay. I felt it in my heart, I just knew it. He had to be.
"I got you." I said, and I was sobbing now, tears streaking down my face, and jumbling my words. "I got you, please hold on, you'll be okay." I told him, and suddenly I felt a strage heat. It took my brain half a second to realize what it was. The car was on fire. I pulled harder, screaming Jason's name, sobbing desperately, wondering why nobody was helping me.
Just as I sensed someone coming up behind me, Jason slide from his seat, and I pulled him into the grass, as far away from the car as I could get him. I pulled him into my lap as best as I could, sobbing his name, waiting for him to open his eyes.
"Jason, please, don't do this to me. Wake up! I love you. I love you!" It's the first time either of us had said it, and he can't even hear me, even if he was awake, because I'm sobbing so hard that I hardly understand myself. So I say it again.
"I love you, okay? So please, PLEASE wake up!" Then I lean down, and I kiss him, hoping it will be like Sleeping Beauty, and he'll wake up, but he doesn't, and I cry harder. It's then that I remember that I'm not the only person around, and I look around quickly. Unfortunately, this kiss did not go unseen, like our last one. Every eye from the party is turned on us, horror at what's happened, shock at what they just saw, and confusion on what they must do next.
But for now, I don't care, because Jason was my world, and not waking up.
The ambulance arrived minutes later. They let me come alone, and I sit beside Jason, listening to the heart monitor beep, overwhelmed with staggering relief. He was alive. Jason, my handsome, strong, loving, beautiful Jason, was alive. For now.
At the hospital, my parents, and Jason't arrive. His parents are crying their eyes out, worried sick. I'm a perfect mirror of them, and my parents are trying as hard as they can to calm me down. I know I'm not helping Jason's parents any, but I can't help it now. The tears just came flowing back, and after awhile my parents give up, and my mom rocks me gently, as my dad holds my hand firmly.
When I stop, they stop, then his mother embraces me.
"Oh, Tommy." she sobs. "Thank you, thank you so much. What can we ever do for you?" she asks weakly, smiling, trying to seem less scared. I smile weakly back. By now, she's heard about how I pulled him from the car, and I wonder if she'll hear about what else happened. But that was impossible, because I hadn't told the doctors that.
"Put him on a leash, and make sure he never goes away again."
She laughs weakly, and hugs me tighter.
We sit in the waiting room for what seems like hours, and probably is, before we are finally called in. We all dash to Jason's room, and I gasp in relief when I see his eyes open. Even though I want to run to him, I let his parents hold him first, watching as they gently scold him, and tell him never to do something like this again. They hug, and kiss, and hug some more, before they finally see me waiting for my turn.
"Jason, you'd better thank Tommy." his father says, and I make my way over. They move over, and I stand at his bedside, by his head, looking down at him silently. He looks confused.
"Because he's the one who pulled you out of the burning car. Single-handedly." his father adds, and Jason's eyes widen and snap to my face.
"Are you okay?" he asks right away, and I nod, then sniffle back a sob. He hears me, and whispers gently, "Thank you."
"Do you remember much of the crash?" my father asks, and Jason shakes his head.
"No. All I remember is getting hit, wanting to open my eyes, but unable to. I remember...somebody...screaming my name, telling me...to hold on...and..." By the end of his sentence, he's looking at me again, trailing off, because what I'd said next could not be said outloud.
Or so I thought.
Because Jason sits up, despite his parents protest. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me over, and I go, confused, but not fighting, and not expecting him to lean in and kiss me.
For a second, I think we should stop, but we don't. I just kiss him back, thanking God for saving him, and loving him even more. I hear some gasps, but no shrieks of rage, so this is a good sign. I swear, for a moment, that I hear some giggling. Probably our mothers. They always did come off as a little fangirly.
"We should give the boys some privacy." I hear his dad say, and my father agrees, and they walk out. When they're gone, I climb onto his bed, and curl up beside him, under his blanket. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me in for another kiss. When we pull away, I whisper.
"Alot of people heard me. And saw..."
"I kissed you."
He's silent for a few seconds, and I see him trying to force the memory up. He can't, atleast, I don't think so, and then he shrugs, and kisses me again. "Oh well. And you know what, Princess?"
"What?" I ask as we pull apart once more.
"I love you too."