A Big Break

Perfect Shot Of Faith

Miranda's pov

I wish I wasn't here while he's here. Brantley walks out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. He smiles. "baby get dressed, we're going out." He says. I stand up and he wraps his arms around me. "I want to kiss you but I don't want you to get sick." I say. "I can handle a cold." He says, kissing me passionately. I put on cut off jeans and a sparkly black tank top. Brantley comes back out with one of his white sleeveless shirts and blue jeans. "ooh, lookin' sexy, girl." He says. "I'd rather wear a pair of cut off jeans then a fancy evening dress. With the window rolled down and my hair blown all around, I'm a hot southern mess." I sing the lyrics to old Alabama by Brad paisley. "yeah, you're my hot southern mess." He says, kissing me. We walk downstairs. Jason's still on the couch asleep now. "ugh, I just can't deal with him." I mumble. "and you don't have to if you don't want to. He said he wouldn't try anything since we're dating." He says. "yeah well, he also said he wouldn't cheat on me but he did." I grumble crossing my arms. He puts an arm around my shoulders. "no worries." He says, kissing my forehead.

*later that night*

Brantley got called in to work, something about his recordings. "I'll be back later." He says, kissing me. I wish I could come. I don't want to stay here with Jason. I close the door and go to the kitchen. He follows me as I knew he would. "don't touch me." I say. "I'm not. I just wanna talk." He replies. "well I don't. Just go get drunk again and make out with people. I've moved on you should too." I gripe furious. "damn woman, just let me speak!" He gripes. "I am not interested in anything you have to say! I told you when we first started dating, I don't put up with cheating! My whole life was turned upside down by my father cheating on my mother!" I scream then burst into tears. I stomp out of the kitchen because I can't stand to cry in front of people especially someone I thought I'd spend the rest of my life with. I sit on Brantley's bed and just cry.

Jason's pov

She never told me that. I can't let this end us. I walk up to the bedroom. "I'm sorry." I say. "the worst thing about it you weren't drunk." she whispers. "I know. I was mad! I wish I didn't do that. If I could take it all back, I would. I'd kill that damn nurse if I had to!" I shout then look away, knowing that'll probably freak her out even more. She looks up. "you really mean that?" she asks. "of course I do. You're the only girl for me." I say. She lays down. "just give me time to think." she says, covering her eyes with her hand. I want so bad to kiss her but I know it will just piss her off. Brantley comes home. She instantly gets up and runs to him.

Miranda's pov

"nothing really happened with the recording company, did it?" I ask. He smiles. "nope, did you two talk?" He asks. I nod. "what are your thoughts?" He asks. "I don't know. He sounds so desperate but like I told you..." my voice trails off. His arms around my waist. "why do I always get tangled up with a bad boy?" I ask smiling. He chuckles and leans close to my ear. "he's watching us." He whispers, quietly. "then he'll see this." I whisper back.

Jason's pov

She knows I'm watching them but she kisses him anyway. I gotta get out of here. I walk out the back since they're blocking the front door.

Brantley's pov

I sigh when I hear the back door slam. I start whisper singing." preacher said he died too young. Over there toting that gun for uncle Sam and our freedom. Mom and daddy dressed in black as they folded up that flag, handed it to dad and started prayin'" she smiles. "your turn." I say. "I was 15 when my daddy's old man caught me halfway through my first beer. He laughed so hard when my face turned green, he said ya come from a long line of sinners like me." she sings. "you're a great singer." I say. She smiles. "you're not too bad yourself, big boy." she jokes. I kiss her. We sit down on the couch as we kiss.

Miranda's pov

He lays me on my back and slips his hands up under my shirt. I grab his wrists. "I don't think I'm ready." I whisper. "oh." He mumbles. "I'm sorry, B." I say. "no, it's fine." He says. I feel horrible. I sit back up. He hugs me. "you're not mad?" I ask. He shakes his head. "I could never be mad at you." He says, kissing me. He stands up and walks out the front door. He is mad.

Brantley's pov

I go to find Jason before he does anything he'll regret. He's at the bar but he isn't drinking. "hey man, why'd you leave?" I ask. His angry glare settles on me. "I wasn't going to hang around and listen to you having sex with my wife." He growls. "OK for your information, we aren't! She doesn't want to." I say, extremely annoyed. He rolls his eyes. He doesn't believe me! "just ask her yourself." I mutter, ordering a beer.

Jason's pov

He's so lying. "you're the one who did that, not her." He says, walking out. "asshole." I mumble under my breath.

*a few hours later*

Miranda shows up slightly confusing me. "how dare you say that to him!" she yells, slapping me in the face. "what was that for!?" I gripe. "for asking BG that! It is none of your business!" she yells. "you're drawin' a crowd. Let's talk somewhere more private." I say. We leave the bar and sit in my truck. "if you must know, we don't. I can't! It makes me think of you okay!" she yells crying. I'm not sure what I should do. Before I can, she opens the door. "wait don't leave!" I gasp, grabbing her hand. I can tell she wants to jump out but she doesn't, she slams the truck door shut. When she turns around, I pull her into a kiss. She tries to fight me but gives up and returns the kiss, my hand on the back of her head. She takes a Deep breath and stares at me. "why did you do that to me!?" she asks. I shrug. "I miss being with you." I say. She looks away. "if we get back together, you promise you'll never cheat again?" she asks. "never." I say quickly. She smiles and kisses me again. "I've got to go break the news to Brantley." she says. I sigh, knowing it's going to be hard on her. "do you want me to be there with you?" I ask, even though I know I'm risking getting my ass kicked again. She nods. "I'd love that." she says, holding my hand. "oh and I'm sorry about the truck." I laugh. "no biggie, the scratches made me think of you." I say, starting my truck and driving towards Brantley's place.