(Jason's POV)
"Are you sure-" A door slamming and running footsteps interrupted my sentence. My family and I were having a talk, mostly discussing about Alex and the map. The house was silent, so I obviously knew the gang left cause trust me...when they're over and their silent it's either they're all sleeping or Jesus blessed me with making them shut up. I saw them all run to a certain room through the open door. "HEY STUPID ASSES!"They all stopped running and stood in their places. They turned and had nervous smiles placed on their faces like I was going to kill them. I mean I would never really kill them, they're kinda like family, like my brothers. Hurt them, maybe, but kill them hell no.
"Oh um hey Jase." Ryan scratched the back of his neck with his nervous smile still on. My sister, mom, and dad started watching to see what I was going to do.
"Why are you guys running? There was no missions planned unless you guys are hiding something." Derek sighed after I said that. Yeah they're definitely hiding something.
"We went to the arcade and Justin got kidnapped, so we're trying to go save him." Oh how much I want to kill Derek right now.
"Cruz and Ryan grab the weapons and bombs, Chaz start the van, Matthew find the location, Derek I'm speaking to you in private." I stood up. They all nodded and left to do their jobs. I pulled Derek to the kitchen and I swear I was this close to slapping the actual fuck out of him.
"You lost my boyfriend! You let him out to get kidnapped, I thought you were going to take him home! A place where he would be safe! You and I both knew this was coming, I warned you that it would happen soon and you told me shit that it wouldn't! As his brother I thought you would-"
"As his brother I care about him of course! Besides, I was gonna take him home and Ryan decided to invite him! We don't have time to talk right now Jason! Justin could be getting killed at this moment and we need to save him!" Derek grabbed my shoulders. From the corner of my eye I saw my family watching. I nodded and Matthew started running towards the door.
"Everything is ready! Let's go!" He yelled before leaving the house. Derek ran out the door and I turned to my family who entered the kitchen. My mom kissed my forehead and my dad patted my back.
"Go get your boyfriend Jase, we'll protect the house." Mia said giving me an assuring smile. I nodded and ran out the house, getting into the van and soon it started.
"Matthew you know where we're going?" I asked. He nodded and showed me his phone for the location. Cougars warehouse, 183. A place that we would be blowing up tonight. I'm pretty sure we're going to be killing their whole gang today cause I've had enough of their shit. We need to end them. A phone rang and everyone looked at Derek since it was his phone. He pressed decline and then a notification popped up. Then another rang.
"Who is that?" Cruz furrowed his eyebrows. Derek kept pressing decline, but the person kept calling back. "It's my mom! She's wondering where Justin is and won't leave me alone."
"Just silent your phone." Chaz shrugged. Derek pulled his collar from the back, since he was sitting in the back of Chaz, and had a good grip on it. He's angry.
"You do not know my mother! She will literally kill me if I do!" Derek muttered.
"The woman is strict and innocent." I said making Derek give me a look. What? I was just telling the truth. At least I think the truth.
"She told me when I was 16, 'I brought you into this world, so I can take you out!'. It's the main reason I moved out quickly." He shuddered. Yikes, is their mom bipolar or something? She goes form strict, to dirty in the bed, to...whatever emotion she had with Derek that day. The car stopped and that's when I noticed we were near the warehouse they had Justin in. This place would soon be ashes and torn up pieces of metal.
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Secrets [Jastin]
Hayran Kurgu(BOYXBOY) Everyone has secrets. Especially 16 year old Justin Bieber and 21 year old Jason McCann. Both of them keep secrets from the public for different purposes...but they keep one secret together for the same purpose. To not get caught.