Dear Jason

Seven

After doing the show with J.D for only a week, I got good at making up excuses to leave my house. Heather was always asking where I was off to, but I wasn't going to dare tell her I was going to Jason's. Even though I wasn't the one to talk when J.D was doing his thing, I could still occasionally be heard. I typically sat around and selected music, goofed off while he wasn't on air, and took cigarettes away from him.
"I only smoke like two or three a day," he would say.
"Well now it's zero or zero," I would reply.
He didn't mind me. He didn't roll his eyes when I spun around the room or tried to make him laugh while he was trying to speak. He had actually mentioned his girlfriend (me) on his show. He wasn't planning on it, but when I slid off his bed and thumped onto the floor after throwing a newspaper at the back of his head, he kind of had to explain.
"You are a pain in my ass," he laughed after finishing his speech on adults and calling it a night, chucking the newspaper back at me.
"Speaking of," I muttered, standing up and putting a hand on my lower back.
"You hurt yourself didn't you?" he chuckled.
"Yeah," I mumbled, kneeling on the floor next to the desk chair he was in. "And all to get your no-good attention."
"Watch it," he laughed, ruffling my hair and pulling me into his lap. "You want a ride to school tomorrow?"
"I dunno," I admitted, my feet dangling off the floor.
I wasn't tall enough for my feet to touch the floor when I was on his lap. At least not in this chair. J.D's hand rested on the side of my thigh, and he put his forehead on my shoulder.
"Why not," he whined.
"Don't be a baby," I laughed, flicking him on the head.
"Ouch!" he laughed, lifting his head back up and tickling my sides.
I squirmed, and the door flew open.
"J.D I asked you to- oh!" J.D's mom smiled softly. "Frankie, I didn't know you were here."
"That's alright," I smiled. "What'd he not do, huh?"
"Take out the trash," his mother replied, shooting J.D a small glare.
"What a disgrace," I huffed, getting off of his lap. "Jason Christopher Dean, go finish your chores."
His mom laughed as J.D got up and stuck his tongue out at me. He left the room and headed for the kitchen.
"You know," Mrs. Dean started after J.D was out of listening range, "I haven't seen him act that way since we moved here."
"What d'ya mean?" I asked, and she smiled.
"He's very happy," she replied. "He's more talkative around the house. He tells us about school."
I smiled wide as J.D returned back down the hallway.
"What're you telling her?" he asked suspiciously, and his mother and I laughed.
"You," she said.
"But my lips are sealed," I continued, and he rolled his eyes at us.
"Great," he said sarcastically. "Alright mom I've got stuff to do.
He shooed her out of the room and shut the door.
"Stuff to do?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Don't go getting ideas," he laughed, letting his arms sit around my hips.
"Shut up!" I squealed, slapping him on the chest. "Pervert. That's not what I meant."
"Can it be?" he asked, smiling wide in almost a laugh.
I stuck my tongue out and blew a little shower of spit into his face.
"Jeeeesh," he whined, letting go of me to wipe off his face.
"You kiss me, but you can't handle a raspberry?" I shrugged. "Afraid of germs?"
He lifted me up quickly and flung me over his shoulder. I banged my fists on his back in a fit of laughter. "Put me down!" I squealed, and he opened the sliding door.
"Nah," he stated simply, continuing to carry me across the patio and around the side of the house.
"Jasoooon," I whined, letting my arms go limp, and he laughed.
"Calm down," he chuckled, putting me down in front of my car. "It's ten thirty and you're gonna get in a lot of shit if you aren't home soon."
I crossed my arms and pouted, and J.D shook his head. "I'm picking you up at seven tomorrow morning," he insisted. "Please?"
His voice got quiet, as he knew why I didn't want a ride. My friends and sister were aware that J.D and I had a bit of a thing, but none of them knew how much time I actually spent with him, let alone the fact that I considered myself in a legit relationship with the kid.
"Only 'cos you made me feel bad," I mumbled, and he laughed softly.
"Did not," he said softly, ducking his head around mine and brushing our noses together.
I placed my hands on his cheeks and kissed him gently. One of his hands rested on my side, and he pulled me closer. As our kiss grew more intense, the porch lights switched on. J.D pulled away quickly, only to realize the automatic lights were triggered by a moth. I giggled as he groaned softly and leaned back down to kiss me again.
"Seven?" he mumbled breathlessly after pulling away.
I nodded and kissed him on the cheek.