Papa Don't Preach

Chapter One: Papa Meet Jason

Summary: Kelsi loves her father but he lives on the other side of the country. What happens to their relationship when she goes to a college close to him? Will he break her and Jason up?

Note: Sequel to Why I Love You. It is not neccessary that you read the first one, but it is suggested.
Note #2: I know this is going to make me sound so conceited, but I just had to say it. I was reading over Why I Love You and it's a chapter with Jason. I'm reading this and I'm like, "There is no way I wrote this! This is freakin' hilarious!" Like, seriously, I'm really funny. I didn't know that! I thought I was really boring all of you had been reading because you felt bad for me. I'm awesome! Anyway, here is the long awaited first chapter of the sequel to Why I Love You, Papa Don't Preach:

"So I don't know if I want to work at Target, Walmart, K-mart, or Jewel. I was thinking Target because if I get a job at a Super Target, well then we get a 15% discount on everything. If it was just K-mart or Jewel then it would only be clothes or only be groceries and most Walmarts are really ghetto so I think Target," Jason rambled on. I just stared at the seat in front of me, trying not to puke.

"We will be experiencing some turbulence in a few moments," a voice said over the speakers.

"Oh joy," I breathed.

"You need to squeeze my hand?" Jason asked, putting his hand up. I smiled and took it. The plane started to shake. My stomach did about a billion back flips in a row and not the good kind either.

"Just keep talking so I have something else to think about," I pleaded. Jason nodded and continued.

"So I will apply to a Super Target. Now my main problem is paying rent. I mean, I'll just barely be getting by with that to pay for rent. I need food and stuff, I mean, you need food to live, duh, so I don't know about that. I guess I could ask Terry for money, I mean, she lives at home and drives to college, so it's not like she really needs all that much since our mother doesn't make her pay rent and she really doesn't have any friends so she doesn't really go anywhere but I really don't want to ask her because then I'll owe her and I hate owing her stuff because she charges interest and stuff like that and uses big words to confuse me so I wind up paying her a lot of money and then I go broke and then I'm unhappy and-"

"Breathe Jason!" I instructed. He took a deep breath and his face went from purple to a dark pink. I loved him but I really needed to work with him on breathing between words so he doesn't suffocate himself one day. I took a deep breath myself. The shaking had stopped but we were still in a plane.

"So I don't know if I want to borrow money from Terry," he finished. I smiled. Nothing could bring Jason's spirits down.

"Half an hour until New York City," the voice said. I grimaced and fought to keep down my lunch.

"Hang in there," Jason whispered, squeezing my hand. I smiled at him. His eyes got wide.

"What's wrong?"

"I never thought anyone could get any greener than Chad when he rode the Predator after eating 6 funnel cakes, 2 hot dogs, an elephant ear, a deep fried Twinkie, and an sweet tea. Until this moment anyway," he said. I rolled my eyes.

"You really know how to compliment a girl Jason," I said.

"No, I applaud you. That green on Chad was gross. It looks pretty on you," he said, blushing. I laid my head on his shoulder. He was a sweet guy when he wanted to be.

"Uh, half an hour. How the hell am I going to make it that long?" I groaned. He put his arm around me.

"We will be experiencing some turbulence. Please stay seated," the voice said. I groaned so loud a few people looked at me.

The plane shook violently and I could see I wasn't the only one who was green. I grabbed Jason's hand as we shook. I could feel something coming up.

"Oh goodness, please stop shaking so I can run to the bathroom," I prayed.

"Thank you. You are free to walk around," the voice said. I unbuckled myself and made a mad dash for the bathroom. I obviously didn't run fast enough because I heard someone say:

"You know these hot dogs don't taste so bad."

Oh God. Hot dogs. What I had for lunch. That did it.

I almost didn't make it to the bathroom.

"I've got it," Jason said, grabbing my luggage.

"Jason, I can-"

"You just threw your guts up! You need to rest," he said.

"Fine. Um…okay, so you actually don't have to borrow money from Terry," I told him.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Um…Papa lives in New York and he owns some apartments. He said he'll let you live there at a discounted price. It'll only be about $500 a month, so it'll be a lot more affordable," I told him. He smiled.

"That's a relief."

"Yeah. Papa should be picking us up here actually," I said. I looked around for him, but so far no sign.

"Oh. Papa," he said. I noted a look of annoyance and disgust cross over his face, but I didn't say anything. He deserved to be alittle annoyed with Papa. I scanned the airport again but couldn't see him. I looked back at Jason to see a look of horror had replaced the annoyance.

"What's wrong?"

"It'll be like meeting your brothers all over again! He's gonna hate me, every girl's father does!" Jason fretted. He started fixing his color and messing with his hair and smoothing out his jeans.

"Jason, calm down. He's not going to hate you," I said.

"Oh yes he will. Dads want their daughters to marry smart guys and in case you haven't noticed what with my lack of being at even a community college, I'm not the smartest guy you'll ever meet," he worried. He continued to mess with hair. I sighed.

"Jason, you're a really nice guy," I assured him. I ran my hands through his hair and fixed his collar. "Yeah, you're not the smartest person ever, but at least you're not a drop-out, and you can sing and you like me. We'll figure out a future for you I promise. Don't worry, Papa's really easy to-"

I stopped fixing his collar and stared at him. Did he just say what I thought he said?

"Jason…did you…did you say marry?" I asked. He blushed bright red.

"No. I…pu-sha. I just meant…I meant date…I meant…date," he stuttered. I smiled.

"I'm not mad. It's just…you usually say date," I said. "It just caught me off guard is all." I looked him over. He looked really good although I guessed I was biased seeming as I was dating him and all that.

"Well…I mean…I figure if we make it past this year, we'll be…okay. I mean, most couples don't make it out of high school. So…I mean…I…you're the only girl I've ever really wanted to be with." The last part came out as a mumble. I smiled and hugged him. He put his big arms around me, pulling me closer.

"I love you Jason," I said. His smile was so wide I could feel the happiness radiating off of him.

"I love you too Kelsi," he said. I pulled back and looked around for my papa again. "Jason, do you see a man around here that could be in his 30's, Hispanic, kind of scary looking like he was a gangster, not much hair, brown eyes, small, squared glasses," I said. I described my father as best as I could.

"Hispanic?" Jason asked. He had that look on his face, that one that meant he was beyond confused. He had that look on his face the whole week of SAT's. I took a deep breath. This was going to take some major explaining and lots of patience.

"I look exactly like my mother, and nothing like my father. He is Hispanic," I said slowly while trying not to sound like I was talking to a two-year old.

"Why wouldn't you look a little like him though?"

"I don't know. Ask some doctors. You've seen my mother though, you know we're practically twins. My Papa looks nothing like me, although surprisingly, I look a lot like his grandmother when she was my age," I said. The face got worse. I shouldn't have added that part about my grandmother. Gosh nam me and my mouth.

"Wait, why-"

"I don't know. It confuses me too," I finally said. He smiled and the face went away. If I was confused than in his mind it was okay for him to be confused because if I don't get it, nobody will.

"That guy?" he asked, pointing. I looked and smiled. There he was. I hadn't seen Papa since I was twelve. I had talked to him, sure, but we didn't come to visit him. He was a dead beet for most of my life. I didn't want to talk to him when I turned thirteen and I stayed true to that promise until the beginning of senior year. Then he called and he said he was sorry and I had about 50 other people telling me he had changed for good this time. I decided on one more chance. I always liked the fact that my mom gave her father another shot and he stuck around until the day he died. I liked having my grandpa around and I wanted my kids to have that. If Grandpa could change, so could Papa.

"Papa!" I yelled, running towards him. His eyes lit up and he hugged me tightly.

"How's my favorite girl?" he asked.

"I'm great! Umm…" I motioned for Jason to come over. He brought our luggage and I could tell he was nervous. To most people he looked calm but I knew better. Jason had broken his wrist when he was a kid and he said that it hurt when he was stressed or nervous. I always noticed him rubbing it before games or shows and again, that whole week of SAT's, he was rubbing away. "Papa, this is Jason," I said. Papa looked Jason over and stuck his hand out. Jason stuck his out too. I could tell he was trying to watch what he said and did. He didn't want to leave a bad first impression.

"It's nice to meet you Jason," Papa said. I looked at Jason and saw the perfect guy. Then I tried looking at him through Papa's eyes. Jason wasn't welcome, I knew that much. He was the other man that was trying to take his daughter away. Not only that but my parents got together when they were our age and that didn't end well. Papa always warned me to stay away from bad boys or "boys like how I used to be" because he didn't want me to be sad and miserable for a while, like we all knew my mom was. Papa didn't want me in a serious relationship. I thought maybe Jason could come off not as a bad boy, but as one who hung out with the wrong crowd. He was a jock after all, and where my Papa grew up the jocks were pigs. I'd have to explain that Jason wasn't. Not that Papa would listen, but he needed to understand Jason and I were a joint package. It wasn't Jason and I it was us.

"Nice to meet you too sir," Jason answered with a firm handshake. Well, he was doing a good job so far…

I knew all to well what was going through Jason's mind. He hated anyone who had ever hurt me which is why I think he hates Ryan so much. Jason had been there when I'd cry about the fact that Papa could never stick around and ignoring had to be the best answer even if I wasn't sure. He was there to tell me I was wrong when I thought that maybe I was the reason that Papa left, that something was wrong with me. Jason held me when the anniversary of Papa leaving and my decision of ignoring him came around and I got a little depressed. Jason knew, after being together for not even two years how much Papa had hurt me. He didn't like Papa and even though he thought I was too sick to notice on the plane I had noticed the look on his face when I said Papa was going to let him stay at his apartment.

"Well, I'm still a little shaky from the plane so can we get to the car so I can sit down?" I prompted. The two men looked at me like they had forgotten I was there, which they probably had. Jason and Papa made a grab for my luggage but Jason got there first. He smiled at Papa and they walked on. Papa looked Jason over again and I knew Jason had past the test for being a gentleman. Now let's just hope Jason can stay smart until we get into the privacy of his new apartment.

"How am I doing?" Jason whispered.

"You're doing wonderful, you're a genius, and I love you," I whispered back. A big smile broke out onto his face. We could do this. If we could get through high school and two summers, we could get through my Papa.

Okay, first chapter is up! Second chapter...I don't when, but before the New Year. If it's not up by the 26th, it won't be up until late the 27th or the 28th because I'm going to my cousin's place. Tell me what you thought!