Alabama

A Player? Not Anymore.

Jason's pov

We get back to Jasper. Both Mike and Luke stare at us confused. I give them the look meaning be quiet. We go to my room on the bus. "You alright after all that?" I ask. "Perfectly fine. You saved me." She says, smiling and walking over. My hand's shaking as I shut the door. I've never felt this way around a girl. She's wearing my shirt from last night and I'm only just realizing it. I get lost in her eyes then she kisses me, our bodies barely apart, my hands held tight to her hips, her knee resting against my groin. I smirk. "What are ya doin'?" She smiles too. "I don't know. What are you doing?" "Instead of telling you why don't I show you?" I whisper, making her walk backwards onto the bed.

Rachel's pov

"Now that's really unlike Jason." Mike says, scratching his head. "What do you mean?" I ask, turning around. "He's never brought a girl back for a second night." Huh? "A second night?" I ask, confused. They both look at each other. "Jason's a bit of a player. Goes around, sleeps around, then leaves 'em behind." My hands ball up in fists. If he does that to my friend, he'll have gotten kicked in the nuts twice in a week. "Let's stop for food." I say, straining to keep the anger out of my voice. "Yeah I'm hungry." Luke says, kissing my head. "You okay?" He asks. "Just peachy." I gripe under my breath, my fists clenched tight.

Miranda's pov

We brake for whatever reason. "We ain't at the next tour stop yet. I wonder what's up." He mumbles. Just as I close my eyes again, someone knocks on the door. "What's up?" Jason calls, holding me tighter. "What are you doing?" I whisper. He smiles and stays quiet. "We're stoppin' for food." Luke says through the door. "You hungry?" I shake my head and sit up. "Miranda I gotta talk to you." Rachel says, after Luke. I sigh and sit up "Guess we gotta go." He smiles. "Tell her you can take a raincheck." He says, looking up at me. "Nah she had her worried voice on. Somethin' is wrong." "Hm.... I hope nothin' too bad." He says, with concern in his eyes. I smile. He cares about me and that makes me so happy. "Ya know I sure am glad I took a chance instead of wondering what could've been." I say, smiling down at him. He sits up too. "Wondering what if?" He says, smiling. I smile too. "Yeah." I whisper as we share a slow kiss. "Really need to talk to you!" Rachel shouts. I sigh frustrated. "I'll be back soon. I hope." I mutter annoyed. "I'll be waitin'." He says, holding my hand as I get up. I wave and walk out. "What's up?" "Let's walk and talk." She says, looking really nervous. "Luke and Mike told me something about Jason that I think you should know." I cross my arms and wait for her to say it. "What he's doing with you, he does to girls every time. At every tour stop. Once he sees someone else that he wants he'll leave you in the dust and I don't want that to happen to you. You're my best friend!" So he's a player?! What do I do when we get to the next tour stop. Will he do that then?! "I'm gonna go have a talk with him." I say, ticked off. I go back into the bus and slam the door to his room. He sits up quickly. "Whoa, what'd you two talk about?" "You're a player?!" "A what?" "Don't play stupid! You do this at every stop? Find a girl, fake that you care, then dump 'em when ya see someone prettier?!" "What?! Who told you that?!" He gasps, standing up, still nude. He realized and puts his underwear on. "Rachel said Luke and Mike told her. How could you lie to me?! You made me believe you cared! I can't believe I was stupid enough to believe that!" I'm about to leave when he grabs my shoulder. "Can I get a chance to explain?" I guess he deserves that. I turn back around, trying to fight the tears and failing. "Yes I will admit. I pick up girls a lot, all the time actually. Random girls I usually don't know the name of. But there's one thing different about you. Something I've NEVER done with any of the other girls." I'm a little surprised and confused. "I wanted thou back for a second night." "So you just love me for sex?!" "No! Um that came out wrong!" He holds my hands, holding me in place. "No I mean you're different from the rest. I've never known a girl like you. Please don't leave me. I think for the first time, I actually care about a woman...... For real." He pulls me into a kiss. That's the one thing different with me to him. He's the only guy that when we kiss it's like lightning. As we kiss, my hand rests on the back of his head, gripping his hair hard. "If you're lying to me..... I'll make your life a living hell." I whisper, still suspicious. "The only way you could do that is by leaving me." Wow I think he might be serious. "You're really telling me the truth?" I whisper, worried. "Because I really do care about you." He smiles. "I love you too." He whispers, kissing me gently. "That's another thing. I've never said I loved you to any of the other girls and with you it feels so right." His bare chest is against my clothed one. "Please trust me. I don't wanna lose you. I don't think I can live without you. Everything I'm saying is true." He says with pleading eyes. And I believe him. "I believe you." I whisper, kissing him. "I love you Bama." "Oh I got a nickname?" He smiles. "Alabama fan times a million." He kisses me again. "That's your nickname. Bama. Noone can call you that but me. Got it?" I laugh. "Yes sir."