The Innocent Love of Jason McCann

Chapter 3

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Taylor x

I shoved two pan-sized pizza's into my small oven (Pepperoni and Cheese, yum!) and then grabbed two cans of beverage and a water bottle from the fridge. I threw them into my usual Wal-Mart bag and set it back down on the counter with a sigh. I wish Mom was here. I needed her and James needed her too. I sat down on the only chair i had in the kitchen and waited for the pizza to finish. There was barely any furniture in here anymore. I'd sold the sofa along with our only tv and a few chairs. I needed the money so it seemed like the only logical thing to do. I should be in school, but when Dad left and when James was sent to jail, everything just sorta fell apart. I had more important things to so than school and it's not like anyone treated me right anyways. I got sick of being shoved against lockers and being called names. My textbooks were covered in insults that people had written in sharpie on them and everyday at lunch something gross would magically find it's way into my hair or even all over me. I had no friends. Why? Simple. No one wanted to be friends with the poor girl who's mom died and who's father left her. No one ever wants to be friends with a girl who wears the same rainboots everyday. The only friend I ever had was only my friend to get to my brother. James always had the girls all over him. That was until he punched his last girlfriend. The word spread and he's never had a girlfriend since. It was never his fault, though. The chick had cheated on him. She deserved it. My thoughts were interruped my the sound of my oven beeping. It's about time the pizza finished. Now to go visit Jason. I told him I'd eat dinner with him today. Let's hope the guards let me. Jason might actually be my only friend. He was special.

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I nodded my thanks to the officer at the front desk and slipped through the doors and toward Jason's cell. I spotted him laying across his cell's floor fast asleep. His hair looked kinda messy and the way he had his head laid over his right hand looked adorable. I kneeIed down and reached between the bars. Luckily he was close enough for me to shake his shoulder to wake him. He moaned and rolled over. My hand slipped onto his face and I couldn't help but slowly caress his cheek. He looked so cute when he was sleepin-

"What are you doing?" He suddenly muttered. I pulled my hand back instinctivly. It hit a bar with a thud and then it began to throb. I felt cheeks burning red.

"Um, nothing." I blushed.

He chuckled. I've never seen him chuckle before, not even laugh or anything. Not until now.

"Were you like stroking my face or something?" He asked, a grin clear on his face.

I quickly shook my head. "No, there was an, uh...ant crawling on you." I lied.

"Oh." He said though he clearly didn't believe me. I was never a good liar anyways.

I brought dinner." I said, changing the subject and reaching into my bag. He watches me as I pulled out the pepperoni pizza, leaving the cheese one inside for my brother. He always did eat a lot and he never liked pepperoni.

"I hope you like pizza."

"Who doesn't?" He grinned.

I smiled and ripped the pizza in half. I didn't have anything to cut it with and I don't think it mattered anyways. I handed half of it to Jason along with a bottle of water.

"Thanks." He said as he began to take a bite out of it. I did the same but my eyes never left him. I couldn't think of anything to say. The only person I ever talked to was my brother. Conversations weren't my thing. I did want to ask him why he was in jail, but I didn't know if it was that I was afraid to know or that I really didn't care. Maybe both.

"Why's your brother in jail?" Jason asked, breaking the silence.

"Shoplifting." I told him. "He was doing it behind my back and then selling he stuff. I actually though he'd gotten a job." I shook my head at my own stupidity.

Jason slowly nodded as if he didn't know how to respond. "Oh."

I took a sip of water and again thought about what to say. Hmm...

"Do you like music?" I asked him.

He shrugged. "I guess."

"Any favorite arists?" I tried to keep the conversation going. Jason seemed to think about it for a second.

"I don't know." he finally said. So much for making conversation, I thought. I decided to stay on the music topic anyways.

"I play guitar." I told him. It was true. I did. I had a guitar too. It was one of the things I haven't sold. Yet.

"Really?"

I nodded. "I don't write my own songs but I do know a bunch from of favorites." I smiled proudly.

What Jason said next took me by surprise. "I'd like to hear you play sometime."

"I don't know if I'm allowed to bring a guitar here." I said. "But I'll try."

He smiled. "Cool."

I smiled back and then realized that his pizza had disapeared...into his stomach. Mine was barely halfway finished. I'd been too caught up in him. I began to think as I finished up my pizza. There was something I had to ask him.

"How long are you going to be in here?" I asked.

His face fell some and it showed a hint of anger. "4 years," he gritted. "Maybe more."

I didn't know what to say. I fell silent. 4 years? Maybe more? Was his crime really that serious? I had to know.

"What did you do?" It came out as a whisper but he heard me. His face darkened and part of didn't want to know but the other part was dying with curiousity.

"Does it matter?" He said. His voice seemed kind of...mean.

"Maybe it does matter, Jason. It matters to me!" I realized my voice had become louder like it had yesterday when I was talking to James.

"Curiousity killed the cat!" Jason spat back at me.

I looked away from him, blinking back tears. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"That it's time for you to leave now." Jason stood up and leaned back against the wall, his hands shoved into the pockets of his red jail suit.

"I think your right." I didn't look at him. I collected everything, shoved it into my bag, stood up, and stomped out. Tears were streaming down my face now and I hadn't even noticed. I didn't bother to take James his pizza. Right now I just wanted to go home. I no longer wanted to know what Jason had done. His reaction to my question made me scared to know the answer.

x Jason x

I pounded my fist against the wall repeatedly until my knuckles were sore. I couldn't keep a good, damn friendship for more than a day! I could barely even control myself. No wonder I'm in jail! No, I was in jail for Ralph and for Alex. Argh! I wanna get the crap put of here! I wanted to explain everything to Taylor bu i couldn't. She would hate me. She was too innocent to even be friends with a criminal like me. She's the type of girl who wouldn't even kill a fly. She's pretty and cute and nice and sweet and special and I'm...I'm nothing.

I curled up on the cold, hard floor and pushed back tears though were trying to escape. I don't cry. Criminals don't cry. Heck, I don't deserve to cry. I just wanted to fall asleep and never wake up. But I had to wake up. Because of Taylor. Because partme keeps telling me that she's the reason I wake up every morning. But the other part keeps saying that I don't deserve her. I should just suck it up. It's not like there was anything special between us. Then why did that sound like a lie? This wasn't a movie. This was reality. And reality...sucks. I buried my face face in my arms and tried to fall asleep. Tried to block out Taylor for once. Damn dreams just has to ruin it.