JASON
He hasn't drank in awhile. He didn't just quit all of a sudden. It started out with less and less drinks every week, then a drink every month and eventually he was able to not drink at all.
But lately he's been really stressed out. Ali has miraculously returned from God knows where and all of the attention has been on their family. Alcohol has been his main coping mechanism so it wasn't a surprise when he began drinking again. Luckily, it's not as bad as it once was.
My phone begins ringing and as soon as I see Jason's name flash across the screen, I know the situation.
"Hello?" I ask while pulling a coat on and grabbing my car keys.
"Hi, baby," he begins, his voice slurred and low. "I love you so much. So f-fucking much. I'm sorry I'm such a screw up. Y-you deserve a lot better than that."
It's been quite a bit since I've seen him black out drunk. I think it was before Ali went missing and we weren't a couple. I would sleepover at their house and he'd have his creepy, stoner friends over. They would all be wasted and we would find Jason passed out in the backyard.
"Baby, I'm coming over." I tell him.
"N-" he starts to protest but he is cut off by me.
"I'm coming over."
And that was that.
I drive over to his house, occasionally going over the speed limit. I'm so worried about him but I know how strong he is. He can get through this. By no means will it be easy, but he can do it. There's no doubt in my mind.
I arrive at the DiLaurentis' and I don't even bother knocking or ringing the doorbell; I just waltz right in and immediately go to his room. I find him sitting on the floor with his back against his bed. A sad smile grows on his face as he takes notice to me.
I set my keys down on his desk and take a seat next to him with my head leaning on his shoulder. I can smell the scent of vodka on his breath. God knows how much he drank. I place my hand on his thigh and tilt my head to look up at him.
"Are you okay?" I whisper, already knowing the answer. It's silent for awhile. Maybe in his drunken state he has to think about what he will tell me.
"I don't think so."
My heart aches at his words. He's lived the majority of his life in pain. He's had to deal with the dysfunction that exists within his family all on his own. Nobody cared that he was hurting. But I do.
"You will be okay." I tell him. I nuzzle my head into the crook of his neck and place small kisses to his skin, allowing my lips to linger there.
"Y/N, baby," he begins. "-you shouldn't have to deal with this. It's not fair to you." His voice, still slurred, is drenched in sadness and pain. He's always had this thought process. He has always maintained that I should be with someone who is more put together. But I only want to be with him.
"Jason, stop. We've been over this. But I will always tell you that there is no one else for me. You are who I want to be with." I uncurl from his side and sit directly in front of him. My hands move and cup his face, making sure his eyes meet mine. "I am in love with you. I always have been and always will be, no matter what."
His eyes are now glossy and I send him a smile. I lean in and press a gentle kiss to his lips, tasting the vodka on his mouth. When we pull away, I wipe away a stray tear that had fallen on his cheek.
"I love you." I say.
"I love you too, sweetheart."
MIKE
