I Dare You

Four

Purple rain- purple rain.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Jasmine asked, speaking over the music on the radio.

Purple rain- purple rain.

Jasmine and her prince CD's.

"No thanks." Harry said, listening closely to the lyrics in the song. But it just seemed to repeat itself in the chorus.

Purple rain- purple rain.

Only wanna see you laughing in the purple rain.

Purple rain- purple rain.

How many times was he going to say purple rain?

He had to admit, it was a damn good song. Harry enjoyed listening to the more classic rock music, he had only listened to a couple songs by prince before, but Jasmine on the other hand had every album, all his posters, and seen him in concert a total of five times, she had everything.

So Harry was going to be getting very familiar with the artist in these next couple days.

"When we get to the house I have some band aids, we'll get you all cleaned up." She assured Harry. He just nodded and sighed, letting his head rest against the cold car window while a sick guitar solo echoed through the cars speakers.

"Thank you, so much." Harry said. Just then his stomach growled and Harry began to blush, embarrassed at the dying sound his stomach had made.

"Honey when was the last time you ate?" Jasmine asked him.

"Just about an hour ago." Harry was terrible at lying, he was obvious about it, too.

"Don't lie to me boy." Jasmine sternly spoke. Harry sighed and mumbled, "This morning."

"That's what I thought," Jasmine breathed, taking a turn down her street, "I'll make you something to eat. I have plenty of food at my house." "Thank you." Harry mumbled, she just smiled.

"You can take a shower too, I'll set up the guest bedroom for you. You can make yourself right at home."

Jasmine knew that someday this would happen. When Harry was little and still in only middle school he would sneak off to Jasmine's house because Josh and his mother would be fighting, or Alex would be torturing him, or there wasn't any food in the house- there was always an endless list. And it was just a matter of time before Harry had, had enough and would call Jasmine up and ask to move in.

Harry didn't ask to move in over the phone but they both knew that that's what was going on. It was just a temporary thing, but Harry and Jasmine both were glad it was happening.

"Thank you Jaz," Harry paused to look over at her once she parked the car into her car port, "for everything." He finished.

"It's no problem Harry, your like the son I never had. I'd do anything for you." She leaned over and placed a kiss on Harry's cheek.

Jasmine's body wasn't able to produce children (or what ever you call it), she couldn't get pregnant. Her and her late husband tried really hard, and they tried very hard, to get pregnant and she did. Jasmine was the happiest person in the world since all she's ever wanted to be was a mother, and then before the baby was even 4 months, she had a miscarriage.

The next year her husband died in a car crash due to a drunk driver.

It had been a terrible two years for her.

But then two years later Harry was born and Jasmine had thought of Harry like the baby boy she almost got to have.

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