𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑇𝐼𝐸𝑆 𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝐵𝐼𝑁𝐷 𝑈𝑆-𝐽𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑠

Dᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ

MY hands fidgeted uncomfortably in my lap whilst I spoke, explaining the whole situation with Ledger, Jason listened intently, his face hard and expression unreadable.

"-and I just...I don't really know what to do." Sighing I glanced down and internally scolded myself for the now broken hair bobble I'd snapped whilst playing with it. Those things go missing so quickly and now I've just broken my last one probably.

"I don't mean to sound rude but, why have you told me all of this?" Jason's eyes glazed over mine he leant forward and rested his elbows on his knees. "I needed a guys opinion, I couldn't exactly go to my Dad or my little cousin Mike." I scoffed.

"I knew it was him, I always knew." Jason mumbled, shutting his eyes and letting his head drop slightly. "You love him though."

My brows furrowed at his statement, for the first time I had to think about my answer, normally it was an immediate yes. But now I felt like I had to think about how to say it, I cared very deeply for Ledger, and I do truly love him, I just don't think I'm in love with him anymore.

"Your silence is making me believe your answer has changed." Jason sat back and placed his arms on each armrest of the chair. The fabric of the sofa made my legs itch as I was wearing tights, fuck my life.

"It's complicated." I mumbled almost incoherently. Jason sighed deeply before standing up, I glanced up to watch his every movement as he sauntered over to me and outreached his hand.

No questions asked just my face slightly scrunching up in confusion I placed my palm in his and allowed him to pull me up to my feet. We stayed like that for a moment, my hand in his held against his chest, eyes locked and only the faint sound of an Elvis Presley song playing over the radio in the kitchen.

"You didn't need me to listen to you Quinn, I can't tell you what to do...you already know."

Perhaps it was the fact I'd not slept well, or because it had been a long day, or maybe I was just feeling everything right now and wanted some form of comfort and sympathy; but I leant my head forward and rested my forehead onto Jason's chest, feeling him stifle under my sudden movement.

Soon his hand detached itself from my own and his arms slowly came up to wrap around my shoulders, holding me to him, I could hear the soft beat of his heart pick up slightly, probably because he knew this was weird. Everything was all a bit weird right now.

"Thank you J." I mumbled into his jumper, "you can thank me by doing the right thing and leaving him, get out while you still can Quinn, you deserve better than him..." Jason's chin came down to rest on top of my head. "So much better."

I pulled back to look at him, clearing my throat and crossing my arms over my chest, hearing Jason speak like that almost made me laugh a little, seeing how he treated me like such shit when him and I were "together". Hearing him preach about me deserving better was very ironic.