Too Much To Handle Alone

Thirteen

🍁Saturday, October 24th🍁
"We Come To Find Love Not By Finding A Perfect Person, But By Learning To See An Imperfect Person Perfectly."
~ Sam Keen
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Jason's Pov
I wrapped my arm around Kennedy as we lay in the sand and stare at the sky that's painted pink and purple from the sunset. The waves crashing onto shore in the background. Kennedy sighed and turned her head to look at me.

"I never want to leave." She said with a smile. I chuckled.

"We have to at some point. We're trespassing after ten." I said. She laughed and looked at me in my eyes again.

"I mean I never want to leave you." She corrected. I smirked and slowly adjusted myself so I'm hovering over her, holding myself up with my left arm and caressing her cheek with my right hand. Her smile widened.

"Jason, I lo-"

RIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!!!

What the fuck? No! WHAT?! Of fucking course it was a dream. Why would we be at the beach in the middle of October!? Why am I dreaming about her anyway?! What the actual fu-

RIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!!!!

I groaned and rolled over to the other side of the bed to grab my phone off of my nightstand. Without opening my eyes all the way, I answered the phone.

"Hello?" I answered groggily.

"You're still asleep kid? Did you forget about our plans for today?" A guy with a really deep voice asked. I'm too tired to recognize who it is.

"No. No. I didn't forget. Uhh, who is this?" I asked. It came out slightly muffled because my face is buried in my pillow but he should still understand.

"Manny Quintino." He answered.

I wonder if all drug dealers actually have Italian last names or if they make them up to sound cool.

"Oh. Dealer number five. Gotcha. And what are our plans again?" I asked, finally sitting up and leaning my back on the wall where my headboard would be if I had one.

"The Silver And Gold Gala at my wife's mansion." Quintino said. I sighed.

He has a separate mansion for his wife?

"Got it." I said about to hang up but this guy kept talking.

"And bring a date. I can't have a personally invited guest come without eye candy on his arm. I'd be a laughing stock. You're a fairly attractive kid. Make it happen." With that, he hung up. I huffed out a breath.

I'm not really a guest. More like a formal business transaction. And where the hell am I supposed to get a date?

Kennedy's Pov
"HE ASKED YOU OUT ON A DATE!?" Diane squealed almost dropping her omelette.

Me and Diane were just eating a normal breakfast and talking about shopping for the babies when Jason just called me. He asked me, and I quote, "Are you down to be my date-like-person at this fancy thing tonight?"

So he didn't say straight out that it's a date. But I'm his date-like-person. So there's that I guess.

"Sort of. Not really. Kinda?" I answered.

"Did he say where you're going?" She asked. I nodded.

"Some rich person gala. It's supposed to be a really fancy silver and gold type of thing. Which means I need to go shopping." I explained. Diane gasped.