Ride Or Die

Sequel~ Believe In Forever

Believe In Forever

Jason cradled my much smaller figure against his chest the next morning. We had been laying here for God knows how long just taking in each other's comforting presence. Looking back now, it amazes me how much we have become. A smile crept onto my face quietly as I fet the warm of his lips trail the back of my neck until reaching the beginning of the spinal cord. I couldn't help but to let a laugh go then turn to face the boy.

"Jase?" I asked while fiddling with the hem of his sweat pants and adoring my view of his sculpted body. He hummed in response then placed his index finger under my defined jawline and bringing me up to face him. He had a smirk planted against his face and a glimpse of light playing peek a boo in his eyes. "Do you believe in forever?" I managed to ask, instantly feeling like an idiot after doing so. My eyes wandered carelessly as I waited for his response. His expression only grew as his eyes bore into me, "I don't know about forever, but I believe in us. I believe in you, and I believe in me." I smiled at his response, it was perfect.

-

Later that day, everyone was seated in Haley's living room. Everyone being Laron, Kami, Sam, Jason, Paisley, Dalton, Haley, and Serena. The boys passed around several blunts that Jason had rolled for the group. I only took a few puffs before handing it onto the next person who just so happened to be Jason. He sat next to me on the couch, in a daze. The boys were always idiots when they smoked, all except Jason. When Jason smokes, he just gets chill and you can't even really tell he is high. It doesn't effect his ability to speak, drive, talk, text, or walk. However, if you were to ask him if he was even feeling the weed, he would admit. That's why I don't really mind when he smokes. It doesn't really change him.

Laron was laughing as Dalton was going on with some dragged on joke that no one else really understood. Like I said, idiots. I was caught up in conversation with Serena and Paisley about the wedding and how perfect the dresses that we had picked out were when suddenly a set of strong arms slithered around my waist and pulled me to be seat on none other than Jason. My cheeks became heated as he held me tightly to his body, but still in conversation with Beau about doing another deal. My hands were set on his that were clasped around my waist. We both carried on different conversations, yet kept each others' presence in that back of our minds.

The girls seemed to love the way Jason and I interacted with each other not only when we were alone, but also around other people. Haley, Sam, and Kami were still in shock that I managed to change such a hard ass boy like Jason into the most loving person in the room. Serena, on the other hand, didn't know Jason before and didn't know what he was like. Sometimes I figured she didn't really understand how much mine and Jason's relationship meant to me.

Just as he got along with my friends, his friends adored me. He would sometimes joke that they liked me better than they even liked him. At least, I think it is a joke, but I could argue the other side of that aswell. Laron and I have gotten a lot closer, he's like my brother and a therapist that I'm actually willing to talk to. Beau and I are still as close as ever. Even though Dalton and I aren't as tight as the other two, we still have a pretty strong relationship. They all treat me like a younger sister which is kind of cool because I've never been babied. I was always the one taking care of other people. Now I had three older brothers, a father like figure that I instead called 'boss', and a flawless boyfriend who wouldn't let anything ever happen to me. It was all kind of perfect.

Smoke lurked the room as the last of the four blunts finally burnt out. Jason could make another, but that would only mean the boys acting even more immature. Jason couldn't stand stupidity. "Baby, it's getting late. Wanna go back to my room?" He cooed in my ear, earning a nod. I nonchalantly scooted fromself from his lap and went around the room to give out hugs until coming back to Jason who was standing with his hands in his pockets. Almost imediately his arm swooped down around my waist and hugged me closer to him.

"Don't forget condoms!" Dalton teased.

"Safe sex is best sex!" Sam giggled after him.

"Don't want a little Jason and Paisley running around!" Beau added.

Jason glared over his left shoulder making all the teasing go silent. I mentally noted to thank him later for that.

-

My wet hair clung to my back as I made my way out of the bathroom and into Jason's room. He was laying on the large bed while scrolling through and reading whatever was on his phone. Like I had done several times before, I made my way over to his dresser and began to dig through and look for my favorite pair of his sweat pants. Helping myself, I finally pulled them and changed in amusement. After getting on all the attire I turned back and leaped onto the bed causing a grunt and lose of breath from him.

He shook his head while rolling his eyes playfully at me, then he took me under his arms and held me as hostage. I wiggled violently attempting to get free, but it was no use. He was too strong for me. "Jason," I cried but he still refused to let go. "Jason, if you don't let me go," I threatened which he only seemed to find even more intriguing. "You'll what?" He continued to taunt as his eyes danced in amusement. Not long after, I clenched my teeth around his arm and bit down. He yelped before jumping back and holding the wound like a hurt wolf.

Smiling proudly I turned away from him and felt my eyes begin to close. "I'll get you back," He warned before drapping his arm around my torso and pulling me in like he had every night before. I rolled my eyes, "Sure you will."

-

A sound of tapping from the basement of the warehouse woke Paisley. She tried her best to ignore the noise, but failed miserably and eventually found herself becoming even more curious. Eventually she became rather annoyed with the game of guessing the sound so she drug herself out of bed and shuffled from the room. After making her way down the endless staircase that had always creeped her out, she came into a big room filled with nothing but packs of weed, amo, and guns. No one ever really came down here, but she especially didn't. However, the curiosity was too much for her to handle.

Turning the knob to go into the gun room, she was struck by an alarming voice, "Paisley James." The man taunted her from behind, "Haven't you ever heard the saying curiosity killed the cat?" Paisley gulped.