a bunch of pll imagines and preferences...

51- A lifetime ago- Jason imagine- part 1

Request:

Anon: Can u do a Jason imagine where u faked Ur death and come back?

Anon: Can u plz do an imagine with Jason Dilaurentis where your divorced with kids? (Sorry for my bad English I'm not an English speaker)

Words: 2239. Sorry it's a long one xx oops...

A/N: I had an idea to put those two together, so I hope you two are ok with that xx

I couldn't stop thinking of Bridget Jones's diary and ugly Betty whilst writing this.

And sorry if your name is Nicole or daisy or any of the other names I use!

Also the English is great <3

You loved your boyfriend Jason more than anything in the world. You'd had so many good times together and you wished you could have more.

You remembered one time you spent a whole week living together because you had gotten sick and he insisted on looking after you. You had begged him not to, knowing he would catch the illness too. And he did. So the first half of the week he cuddled with you and got you whatever you wanted and the second half of the week, you did the same. You were each other's personal butlers. It was one of your favourite memories, even though you were throwing up everywhere, you had loved spending that much time alone with Jason.

Another time was when you two had to sneak around. You had made an agreement with the girls to not involve the partners in the whole A business. But you thought he should know. You thought they all should know. The girls soon discovered your views and basically banned you two from seeing each other until things had calmed down. But you loved each other too much to stay apart. So you crept away at night to each other's houses, hoping no one would catch you.

But things were different now. The A game was a lot more serious and deadly than it had ever been and you genuinely feared for your life. Not only did you fear for your life, you feared for Jason's. Which is why you had to do this. You had to disappear.

It was best for everyone, you would live, Jason would live and hopefully one day, you would both live happy lives. The only problem was you wouldn't be living happy lives together. The decision was hard, but when choosing between Jason living short life with you, and a long life with someone else, the later was the obvious choice.

You collected very few of your belongings. Only the things you would never ever destroy and packed them into the rucksack on your back. Everything else stayed in the same place, untouched so that people were not suspicious. You made sure all your parents most prized possessions were also safe in the shed in the back garden, confident that they would not be effected there. You texted your parents, telling them you would be asleep when they came back; that you were in bed.

You had been coming up with a plan for a while and had said goodbye to your family, friends, and Jason, even if they hadn't realised it and never would. You closed every window in the house, so nothing could escape. Then you tampered with a lightbulb in the kitchen, knowing exactly when it would explode and cause a spark. Then you turned the gas on the oven and put the pan you used to cook your dinner on top, making it look like a mistake. You then ran out of the back door, shutting it quietly when you left, in case any neighbours heard.

You headed to the bushes at the back of your house, knowing there was a loose panel in the fence you could escape through. The timer on your watch was nearly up as you crawled through the gap. You were only half way through when the explosion knocked you to the ground, the noise creating a loud ringing in your ears. You hurried away, before the emergency services arrived, not wanting to get caught.