Ride Or Die

Girly Shit

GIRLY SHIT







Two months later,
Jason cocked his gun to the side then glanced to Beau and Haley standing next to him. Paisley wasn't on site considering Jason wouldn't allow her anywhere near danger in the sense that she was carrying his unborn children. Even further, Jason refused her spot on the team be taken by anyone, he tells people, "No one could ever replace her." Haley has just recently been allowed back to the missions, she just got the cast off her broken arm from the accident. Since the hospital nothing has changed other than the fact it was now just the three of them on missions and it would continue to be that way until Paisley gave birth to the most beautiful babies in the world. One boy. And one girl.
Yes, there were twins. Different sexes. Jason had gone with Paisley just a few weeks prior to one of her doctors appointments to find out the genders of the little ones. Just as you can imagine, Jason didn't cry, yet Paisley bawled her eyes out there and the entire way home. As expected, Jason hadn't been as touchy touchy and emotionally since they left the hospital. He hasn't been distant, but everyone was just waiting for the time when Jason went back to his original hard ass self. Paisley didn't mind, however, she found his bad boy act to be attractive. Sort of a sexual appeal to her.
Haley studied the pink hand gun in her palm as she loaded the bullets into the chamber. It was Paisley's gun that Jason had given her almost a year back, but she was letting Haley use it for the time being that she couldn't attend the missions herself. The team loved the fact that they still had a little sense of Paisley being with them on every event. Even Jason didn't mind. Jason's eyes also traveled aimlessly down to the gun in Haley's hand as he loaded his own without even having to look, he couldn't help but smile and think to the only girl that seemed to ever be on his mind. Beau's stern voice broke him from his day dream and eventually brought him back to reality, "Look alive."
In an instant, bullets were flying down to the ground around the three. Jason mumbled a long list of profanities under his breath before pulling the machine gun from the back strap that hung around his shoulder and rested on his hip. Each bullet shot at them, made the dirt fly up into a cloud of dust around them. The three could barely see where they were going at all so they stood there defenseless until the dirt blew away completely. As soon as it did, they jumped from the remaining dirt and bullets flew everywhere, only no it was them who had the advantage. Jason quickly glanced the circumference of the enemy's warehouse that now appeared to be empty. Only then did he see a rather tall shadow on the back wall moving up a long stair case. If not for the shadow, he wouldn't have even heard the leader of the opposing gang attempting to sneak off.
With a smirk painted on his face, Jason ran up the stair case after the man while Beau and Haley took out any gang members who had 'fallen behind.' Jason let out a low chuckle when he reached the top step to see the figure standing, facing a dead end, with his back to Jason. "Nice to see you too, CJ." CJ was not the man's actual name, but that's what everyone in the business called him by. His real name was Cameron Johnson. Jason had no problem with him until a month ago when he attempted to take over one of Eastside's warehouses in New York. Of course he had failed and in the midst of the fight lost a dangerous amount of his members. Now it was time for his punishment. No one dared to mess with Jason McCann.
Paisley's point of view.
I've spent almost the entire morning alone. Jason, Beau, and Haley left early this morning in order to take care of some business with one of Jason's old gang members who ran away three months ago and then went on to try to take over one of Jason's warehouses in New York. How much of an idiot could this guy be? It still amazed me how different Jason could be with the gang stuff and then with me. To the business, he was a ruthless monster. A killing machine. He was the best in the industry, and no one dared to face him head on. He had no emotion and nothing to lose. Anyone who even came at him wrong or said the wrong thing, was killed on the spot. Yet with me he was so gentle, and loving. He cared for the babies and myself, and acted as if he had everything in the world to lose. I felt special, really to know someone who was so numb to everything around him, who was so emotionless, still cared for me. It amazed me to know he felt these things that no one else knew he was even capable of feeling.
Therefore, I had to stay home, or the warehouse at least, while the 'dream team' went on a mission without me once again. I missed the excitement and adrenaline I had once felt during the shooting and bullets flying everywhere. It was my favorite part of the job. I wished I could be with them right now, helping out in some way. That, or I just wanted them to be home with me right now. I wonder what they are up to in this moment. I was lost in my own thoughts until eventually my girl's saved me. Serena, Sam, and Kami pranced into the room without even knocking. I rolled my eyes at Serena who held several hangers, Kami who held a large make up case, and Sam who clutched several brushes, a hair dryer, and hair spray.
"What in the world?" I giggled out at my overly decked out friends. Serena and Kami looked guilty while Sam seemed to be giddy. "They have dates," Sam let out through a smile, without dropping it once. I gasped and threw a pillow from my bed at the Serena and then flung another one to hit Kami in the chest, and also causing her to drop the case of makeup. "Hey!" She grunted then retrieved her case. "Why didn't you guys tell me?!" I pouted falsely, and slid from the bed. "You've been busy!" Serena shot back only joking. "Oh yeah, because waiting around for Jason to get back is so exhausting," I replied while rolling my eyes and crossing my arms across my chest. Then once I got no response my eyes narrowed on my friends, "With who?"
"Dalton," Serena couldn't help but smile.
"Kyle," Kami chimed in.
I could tell my eyes were questioning, but I tried my best to recover. The truth is, I had no idea of any Kyle being in the warehouse, yet there were about two hundred people here so there very well could have been one that I just didn't know. "Let's get you girl dolled up then, should we?" I smiled to my friends before going to work on Serena while Sam did the same to Kami.
No one's point of view.
"Jason, man, you gotta forgive me," CJ tried his best to plea with Jason McCann as he was tied by his ankles and wrists to a towering pole that held up the roof of the warehouse. Jason snickered darkly and walked around from behind the chair to face the man, "You fucked up, man." Cameron Johnson's eyes went cold as he soon realized he wasn't going to make it out of this predicament, "You have to give me another chance, it was only a lil' mistake." Jason cocked his gun at the man and pulled the trigger while aiming at Cameron's right foot. BANG.
"Son of a bitch," CJ cursed. Jason's eyes turned to coal as his body stiffened and soon he became the monster everyone knew him to be, "Just a mistake?! You killed twenty of my men in New York, stole thirty packs of weed, and some of my best fire arms. That's a little mistake to you?! You arrogant bitch." He could have went on, but he wasn't in the mood for games. Beau and Haley ran back into the room out of breath, "Clear." Beau's deep voice panted as he hunched over to grab his own knees for support. 'Clear' meant everyone had been killed in the entire warehouse. Johnson's eyes became overwhelmed with pity as he heard the word, knowing for sure he was a dead man.
Jason turned back to his old friend and brought his gun to point at the man's forehead, "I didn't want shit to turn out like this, CJ. You shouldn't have left the gang." Before Cameron could say any heart felt words, Jason pulled the trigger on the gun and blood splattered against the white wall behind the corps of the tied up man. Beau went ahead of Jason and began to untie the dead body and hide it like he usually had to do after a killing, but Jason held up his hand, motioning him to stop. "Don't," He spoke sternly. Both Beau and Haley glared to Jason in confusion. "Leave him as a message. A message that anyone who fucks with Eastside will end up just like him."
No one's point of view.
"And," Paisley applied the last coat of mascara to her best friend's eye lashes before pulling away to admire her work, "Done." Both Paisley and Sam admired their job well done with a smile planted on their faces. Both chairs were spun around to show off the girls to each other. Serena looked over Kami in amazement just as Kami returned the favor. "You look stunning!" Kami reached to touch her friend's face, admiring the girl. "So do you!" Serena replied, almost speechless. Sam and Paisley turned to each other in excitement and high-fived while giggling. "We're great, we know," Paisley rolled her eyes playfully while resting on hand against her chest in dramatic effect.
All eyes shot to the door as Jason strolled in. It took a moment and a few steps for him to glance up at the girls with shocked eyes, "Oh hey ladies." He chuckled out. Then his eyes wandered to all the beauty supplies sprawled out over his dresser, "What in the actual fuck did I walk into?" He stood in shock for another minutes before turning to retreat out the door, "BEAU!" He yelled, "I'M STAYING IN YOUR ROOM UNTIL ALL THIS GIRLY SHIT IS GONE." All the girls laughed and then Haley walked through the door, snickering. She looked up, "Whoa, he wasn't kidding." She smiled, gazing around at the make up, hair brushes, and other things. Then she looked to Serena and Kami and her mouth dropped, "You girls look fabulous."
"Thanks, I know," Paisley and Sam agreed in unison before turning to laugh at each other.
"Why are you girls so fancied up any how?" Haley questioned while stepping forwards and joining the circle of girls. "They have dates!" Sam quickly interjected while nodding in approval. "Dates?" Haley fake gasped. "Yeah, with Dalton and Kyle!" Paisley went on.
"When?"
"At 7," Serena finally spoke for herself.
Paisley looked over to her night stand at the digital clock by her bed, "Then you girls might want to hurry, it's 6:57."
"Oh shit, oh shit, mother fucker," Kami raced from her chair and began throwing random necessities into her hand bag and Serena copied her actions in the same manner. Paisley, Haley, and Sam watched in amusement as the girls scurried from the room. Once both where out of sight, Paisley and Sam turned to say something to Haley, but they were quickly cut off by Serena and Kami's voices. "Thanks again, loves!" They shouted in unison, then vanished down the hallway once again. Paisley couldn't help but giggle and shake her head at her friends, "How did it go?" She asked Haley about the mission.
"Would have been more fun with you," Haley pouted then reached over to link her arms around her best friend's neck. Paisley pulled back after a moment and sighed, "I know, I feel bad for missing all the action." Sam smacked Paisley's arm playfully, "No, no Missy! You have to keep those babies safe!" She leaned down to talk to the baby bump as if it could hear her, "Isn't that right?" She spoke in a baby voice earning a chuckle from the other two girls. "And with that, I have to get some rest, I'm exhausted." Haley admitted, making her way to the door that lead to the hallway. "Have fun," Sam smiled and waved to Haley. "Could you please retrieve my scared fiance. I think we might have caught him off guard," Paisley laughed lightly.
"Will do."
In a nanosecond, Sam and Paisley were moving about the room and placing the beauty products back into their cases, cleaning up after themselves. "Thank again for helping us, Pay." Paisley threw a make up brush into the case along with the rest of the make up, "It was no problem, I had a lot of fun. I miss my girls." Sam picked up the blow dryer and wrapped up the cord, "And we miss you." After a minute, everything was cleaned up and in Sam's arms to return to her room. "Hang out soon, okay?" She opened up the door and ran straight into Laron. His face was pained as he glanced down to see all the materials in Sam's hands, "I thought you were getting rid of that shit, please tell me it's not coming back into our room." Sam laughed quietly and nodded in response before closing the door, "Bye Pay!"
Paisley was laying against the white California King Bed, reading a Teen Vogue magazine. She might be in a gang, but she was still a girl, a girl who had style that is. The dorm door creaked opened and she looked to see Jason poking his head through, unsure. Once he took a second to check the room over, he came in fully, "Is it gone?" He whispered. "Is what gone?" Paisley giggled just as lowly. "The girl shit."
"Yes, Jason. It's gone."
"Thank God," He muttered then strutted over to the bed and fell into the comforter next to Paisley's body. She set down the magazine on the night stand and stared down at the boy she loved, coming through his perfect quiff, "How did it go?" He shrugged silently and placed his head in her lap, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of her hand running through his hair. "I wish I could have been there," She whispered and his eyes shot back to her, "No." Paisley nodded her head and continued through his hair, making his expression slightly soften, "I know. I know."
"Nothing can happen to you, or the babies," Jason admitted to himself, but out loud. "It's just hard, ya feel?" Paisley replied then maneuvered so she could lay down next to Jason and get the full effect of the conversation. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him without a word. "I just like knowing you're okay." Paisley's voice was weak. Jason nodded and pressed his lips to her hair as she dug her face into his chest. She breathed in his cologne like it was her favorite scent in the entire world, and it was. "I love you," His voice was coated in it's usual husky tone.
"I love you more," Her voice was blanketed in it's usual innocent response.