I packed the last of my bags into my car and slammed the trunk shut. It was finally summer, I could finally go home. I had 3 glorious months to look forward to working at my family's sub station and spending all my free time with Jason. My Jason, for two years now. He moved into my neighborhood when I was 17. He never took any of my crap, not then and not now. He was the one boy I could never figure out, no matter how hard I tried, like when he'd kiss me and then ignore me the next day at school, or ask me to prom and then spend the whole night dancing with other girls while I drank punch alone and pretended not to care, I could never show him that I cared. Besides, It was me who he always went home with at the end of the night, and it was me who took care of him when he drank too much, or just decided he needed me. I love Jason and I know somewhere in his heart, in his head, he loves me too. He has to.
As I approached home, I passed him walking with about ten grocery bags. He was stubborn, refused to get his own car, bad for the environment. He walked and rode his bike everywhere, unless I was in town, in which case I had to cart his ass everywhere. I liked to pretend he liked riding with me, or maybe his legs just got tired.
I rolled down my window.
"Hey loser!" I called and stuck my tongue out at him, I pulled over beside him and unlocked the passenger door. "Get in" I commanded. He smiled and hopped in my car, threw his bags in the back and leaned over and kissed me. "Thanks lady." he winked at me, sometimes he pretends he doesn't know me, it's cute, really.
He immediately changed the radio to our favorite indie show, he looked at me and started singing along, to the songs they always play, the songs that have been the soundtrack to every adventure we've ever gone on, those songs meant more to me than I can say. I rolled my eyes at him and started to drive again, he really is infectious, I started singing too. It's good to be home.
We arrived home and we ended up where we always do, I barely said hello to my parents before he rushed me upstairs and pushed me on my bed, he kissed me hot and heavy ,as always, he slipped off my shirt. This was routine, this was expected. He was my first months after we first met, I know I wasn't his but I hope I'm more than just a number to him. I'm different than the other girls he hooks up with, I am Alex Russo, not another NYC fake hipster, he cares about me.
When he finished and he sat on my bed, pulling his clothes on piece by piece, I threw myself on his lap, still in my underwear and decided to bring up what we've talked about so many times before.
"When can I be your only, one and only?" I smiled, quoting one of our songs, but he knew I was asking. "Russo, you gotta wait till I see where I'm going, wait till I get my shit together." He sighed. "Why's it gotta be all or nothin' with you? I know you're sticking around for the long hull." He kissed me on the forehead, gently moved me from his lap, stood up and buttoned his jeans .He must think my time's for free. I reached for my own clothes, same answer as always "wait and see."
Once we're all dressed and have shed the tell tale signs we've just had sex, we go downstairs to properly greet my parents.
"Well if it isn't the golden boy!" My mother yells to us. The nickname was given to him when he officially became the one boy I spent all my time with. Alex's golden boy. He's always my golden boy, and I'm the girl that he enjoys.
"How's it going at school Jason?" Jason shrugged and responded "Passing, getting by, you know..." Which his response every time someone asks him how school is going. My mother turned to my Father and exclaimed. "Isn't he a gifted son!" Another one of their jokes, ha.