Rich Girl, Poor Boy

Not Done With You Yet

Jason's pov

I jump out of my truck and trip over the curb stumbling to the flaming bar. "No! This can't be happening!" I choke out, hitting my knees. The fire department is putting it out but it's beyond recognition. It's ruined. "How'd this happen?" Keith runs over. "H-How?" "I don't know. I drove passed and saw it on fire."

Miranda's pov

I better get down there. I get a pair of jeans on and hear footsteps. I turn to the door. "Jason, is the bar okay?" I call. Silence. Huh? I'm confused. "Jas-" The door opens, revealing Matt! "Huh?! Matt what are you doing here?!" I gasp, shocked and confused. "I was wrong. I dont want the money. I want you!" He says, walking in the room. I back up, shakily. "Well I don't want you! I finally found someone who loves me for me! I gave up on love til I found him!" I screech. "Yeah speaking of him. I had to get him out of the house to get a chance." My eyes go wide, horrified. "You...... You.... Caught the bar.... On fire?" I whimper, pointing. He smiles and nods. "There's an extra surprise waiting for him. So I know he can't stop me." Oh no. He's gonna try to kill Jason!!!! He probably set up a bomb or something! He walks closer. "No! Get away from me!" I yell. I have to warn Jason.

Jason's pov

They finally got the fire out and I was hoping there'd be something left to salvage. God, I can't believe my bar is burned to the ground. I worked so hard to get here. I walk behind the bar where I found two bottles not ruined. A bottle of Jack Daniels and another bottle of fireball whiskey. Tears come to my eyes. My best concoction. I rest my hands on the scorched bar. The blackened countertop. A red hot beer stein. It's ruined. Everything. I walk to the makeshift stage and pull myself up on it. The mic is melted beyond repair. The curtain burned. My phone rings. I don't even bother to answer it. Then it buzzed for a text! "God Dammit!" I yell throwing my phone. It hits the wall, shattering. I don't care. I sit at the corner of the stage and cry. I worked so hard to get this bar high up there and now all that hard work is gone. Ruined. Dead! Keith walks in. I shakily stand up. "I still have one thing." I say. He sits on a charcoal barstool and it desinigrates beneath him. "God, my bar is ruined!" I shout, putting my head in my hands. "What ya still got?" He asks. "Fireball and Jack." I say, pulling the bottles out and setting them on the countertop. "One shot of your best whiskey sir." He says, smiling. I glare at the bottles. My best whiskey was always these two combined. "I don't have a glass." He pulls out his lucky Philly glass he got up North. "I do." I smile through the tears and pour the whiskeys. He pulls another shot glass out and puts it on the bar. I stare at it confused. "Dude, this is one of my glasses. How'd you get it?" His face gets red. "I may have taken it home with me one time when I was drunk." I roll my eyes and fill it too. We clink glasses and down the whiskey. He grips the bar, his eyes closed. "Still burns." I laugh and nod. Keith's phone rings. He pulls it out. "What's up?" "Please tell me you and Jason aren't still at the bar!" I hear my girlfriend shout, frantically. Huh? He looks at me just as confused. He hands me the phone. "Jason, it was Matt! He said he has a surprise waiting for you! Get out of that bar!! Please!!" I hear her scream and the cracking of a wood. "Babe, what's going on?!" "Get out of there, Jason!!" Then the line goes dead. "Well that was weird." Keith says. "We have to get out of here. Come on." I say, grabbing his arm and my whiskeys. "Wha-" Suddenly there's a loud hissing. Oh shit! We both run for the door. It explodes behind us throwing us both to the ground. I shakily get on my hands and knees. "Keith, you okay man?" "Just rosy." He says, collapsed on his back. An EMT walks over. "We're fine. Just shaken." I say, pulling myself up. I pull Keith up. "Head rush." He says, dizzily falling back down. I have to get home. See what that commotion was. I rush to my truck.

Miranda's pov

I cower in a corner of the bathroom. "You dumbass broad, get the fuck up!" "Screw you!! I'd rather die than go anywhere with you!" "Too damn bad!" He yells, grabbing my hair and yanking me up. I scream in fear. "Hey Matt drop the girl and drop dead!" I hear Jason growl. Matt's eyes go wide. He turns around.

Jason's pov

This fucker is dead. He not only burned my bar and sabatoged it. He tried to kill me and he's trying to get to my girl. "I told you if I saw you again, you'd meet the wrong end of a damn gun and I meant it." I growl, shooting him in the leg. He collapses and screams in surprise. My hands in fists. One around a pistol, the other a shotgun. "You..... Ruined everything I had going." I hiss, pointing the gun right between the eyes. He's such a coward. "Don't kill me! Please!" "Begging is stupid. It only pisses me off more you stupid fucking coward." "God, have mercy." He cries. "Mercy is for the weak." I hiss shooting him in the head. She shakily stands up. "I'm so sorry about your bar Jason. If we never met, he wouldn't have been able to... I wish.... What do we do now!" She cries. I drop the guns. "The bar is ruined." I say. She cries into her hands. "It's all my fault. I never should've walked in there! You'd still have your bar! God I'm so sorry!" I walk over, trying to shake off being pissed off. "Baby none of that is your fault!" I gasp. "Yes it is. If you never met me, you'd a never met him and-" "I would be a lonely old bartender barely getting by. I'd take a burned bar and a girlfriend like you over the bar being fine and my love life not being anywhere as good as it is now." I say, holding her in my arms. "Jason, I.... I'm sorry." "Don't be. I love you... More than anything. More than that damn bar. More than singing. More than my own parents for God sakes. I would die without you." I wipe away her tears. "I love you too." She whispers then I kiss her and back her up against the wall. "In the famous words of Eric Fucking Church. I'm gonna love you baby love you like a wreckin' ball."

*after*

Her phone rings while she lays against my chest. I made love with a dead man on my bedroom floor. "Hello?" She passes the phone to me and turns over on her back. "What's up?" Keith. "The insurance company is giving you the money to fix the bar!! It's gonna be back up and running better than before!" I smile. "That's great man. I'll talk to ya tomorrow." I let the phone drop to the floor. She snuggles up close and I wrap an arm around her. I'd take her over the bar any day.

Cheers to MeganSmith348 for knowing what it was! Smart girl! I love you! #detectivework #numberonefan #thankyou!