A Big Break

Back And Forth

Miranda's pov

I pull free. He needs to stop. "you can't do this. I care about you. But I care about Brantley too and we're dating now." "technically we're still married." He says. I laugh. "you're getting me on a technicality, now!?" I gripe. He smiles. "no, I'm getting you on the fact that I still love you and I know you still love me even if you don't want to admit it." He says. I cross my arms. "do not!" I mumble. He laughs. "I can tell just by the way you're acting now." He says. I throw my hands in the air. "fine okay, I do. Love doesn't die. I'm insane for saying this but yes Jason I still love you." I gasp. "I knew it." He says, hugging me tight. "ok, cowboy, now let me go. We've got to go on stage." I say, laughing. "ok, but after the awards, you, me, and a whole lot of happiness. I promise it won't be like last time." He says. "we'll make up on one condition. You tell Brantley this time." I say. He laughs. "deal." we get ready to go onstage. "I'm sure he'll take the hint when he sees us onstage together." He says, holding my hand. I still think I'm making a mistake. I grab a mic. He grabs his and kisses my lips. "glad to have ya back baby." He says. I nod

*2 hours later*

The awards are over but TMZ is talking about us. "going back to an attempted murderer? I think she's just blinded by love." the reporter says. I sit on the couch in shock. "I'm ruined." I mumble. "hey blinded by love is a good thing." He says, kissing my forehead. The cameras settle on Brantley. Oh no! I don't want to see this! "Mr. Gilbert, what are your thoughts?" He asks. "I'm not chasing-" He starts but Jason turns it off. "we don't need to watch that. TMZ is bullshit anyway. Nothing but gossip." He says, sitting beside me. "I'm an idiot." I mumble, my head in my hands. He sighs. I stand up and go outside for some fresh air.

Jason's pov

It's like a sword with a double edge blade. I love her so much but all I'm doing is stressing her out. I turn the TV back on to catch what he said. "He tried to kill her. And I've stopped him but she always runs back to him. If that makes sense to you, please explain it to me! Because I'm completely shocked." He rants, starting up his Harley. I turn the TV off and head outside. "you okay?" I ask. She shakes her head and I notice she's smoking. I'm a little surprised but I don't mention it. All the stress I guess. I sit on the ground beside her. "am I really making the right choice?" she mumbles. "of course you are." I say. She looks up at me. "hypothetically speaking. You're on the outside looking in. You see this guy doing all this to her and she goes back to him. What would you say?" she asks. "well, hold on. I don't even remember doing any of the things they said I did. I'm not that guy anymore." I cry. "Jason, be serious here!" she groans. "I am! In the right frame of mind I never would've done that to you." I say. She puts her cigarette out and goes inside. I follow her. "you ain't still mad about that are ya?" I ask. "not mad, just a little freaked out. What if it happens again?" she says, sitting on the couch. "it won't happen again. I will not let it." I say, sitting beside her. She's totally freaked out. "I promise." I say. She smiles for the first time since we got back together. "There's my smilin' fearless girl!" I say, kissing her forehead.

*later*

Miranda's pov

Jason's asleep but I can't fall asleep. I lay awake in that once familiar bed. It's not that I don't trust him, it's just I'm worried he'll go nuts again. I get out of bed. I might as well do something productive. I turn on some music and start doing dishes. I'm singing along to Jason's cowboy lady song. "goin' way back aren't we?" He asks. I turn around. "oh sorry. Didn't mean to wake ya." I mumble. "what ya doin' up?" He asks. "couldn't sleep. I thought I'd get some chores done while listening to some good ol country music." I say, setting a sponge down. He turns the speakers up and flips it to his new single just getting started. He takes my hand and we both sing along. When it's over, he kisses me. "what would you do if Brantley comes after me?" I ask. "He won't." He says, as we sit on the couch. "how-" I start. "He won't. I know he won't. Just trust me." He says, kissing me again, pushing all other thoughts from my mind.