Saved By A Bad Boy

[26]. The Things I Never Should Have Said, and the Things I Never Would Have...

"What's this?" I asked curiously, poking a little tree dangling from the inside mirror of Jax's car. I started laughing. "Just kidding. I know what this is. It's a Christmas Tree smelly thingy." I laughed some more and pressed my head into the back of the passenger seat. It was starting to throb, but I figured it was from the music. Now that I think about it, the music was pretty loud.

Yeah. Probably the music.

Jax reached over and pressed a hand to my forehead for probably the fifteenth time since we got in the car. This made me laugh even more.

"I love Christmas. You know that, right? Even though Christmas isn't really fun anymore," I began, suddenly feeling somber. "Not with just my mom and me. She's always sad on Christmas. We haven't even set up our tree yet. Not like this one." I tapped the air freshener again. But then my roaming hand found the glove box. I opened it, and an immediate smile came to my face again.

"Wow, you have a little light in your glove box!" I shouted. Well, I thought I shouted, but maybe I actually whispered. I couldn't exactly judge the volume of my voice at this point.

"Lis, what did you have tonight?" Jax asked, his voice strained with worry. I turned to him. Why was he worried?

"I don't know," I answered nonchalantly, because my attention was now on the window wipers as they went back and forth, swiping at the snow. I reached my hand out to touch them, but I only felt cool glass. "Jax," I breathed. "Your window wipers are outside? No way! My window wipers are on the inside."

"No they're not, Lis. They're on the outside, too," he told me quietly. He looked at me, and I watched his face very closely. The concern was still in his eyes, I think, but he was sort of smiling now, amused.

"Nuh-uh they're not. You haven't even seen my car," I said.

"Yes I have."

"You have?" I asked. "When?"

"Many times," he answered. I looked at the outside window wipers again.

"Jax?"

"Yeah?"

"Did we ever make out in my car?" I asked, because I thought I remembered us doing that once. Jax's eyes snapped to mine.

"Lissy, no."

"Yes we have. I remember it," I said. Jax shook his head.

"Lis, if we had made out in your car, I definitely would have remembered it," he continued, and then his eyes widened. He started blushing all of a sudden. "Well, I probably would have remembered it."

"It was a really good kiss. Remember? We made out in my car, and then..." I scrunched my eyebrows, trying to think of all the details. "And then the paparazzi almost ran us off the road..."

All of a sudden, Jax's booming laughter broke out, filling the car. I felt my heart melt at the rich sound of his laugh.

"Are you talking about an episode of Gossip Girl?" He asked, laughing some more. I smiled, and then I was laughing too.

"Oh yeahhhh," I said, the image of that episode piecing itself together in my brain. All of a sudden, the beautiful picture of Jax and I kissing intensely in the backseat was replaced with the more accurate version - a couple of actors on Gossip Girl.

"Lis, you are..." Jax trailed off, smiling at me. "You are something." I beamed at him and sat back. The way he said it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, as if I wasn't just something, but I was something special. I sat in silence for a moment, thinking about what he meant, but then a question formed in my brain, one I couldn't quite ignore.