I sat playing chess with Jason and was doing fairly well in the game. Josh was out only lord knows where, and both Jason and I didn't know when he'd be back. So without Josh and me winning at chess, I was in a fairly good mood. I should have known that it would go wrong sooner or later.

"Hey, I was able to steal some nice wine from some crime lord, you want some?" Jason inquired. I gave him a skeptical look.

"Jason, I'm sixteen."

"So?"

"So I'm five years underage." I answered.

"Do you think I give a crap? I've been breaking the law for the longest time, and besides, it's not like you're gonna be driving or anything." he informed with a shrug. I shook my head undecided.

"I'm not sure." Jason smirked at me.

"Come on, just a little bit of wine."

~*~*~*~*~Later~*~*~*~*~

Just a little bit of wine to Jason, wasn't the same for me. I felt like I was sweating the stuff out of my body and I was exhausted. Everything seemed to be in a haze to me.

"J-Jazon. I… I godda go." I slurred, standing up, but when I took a step foreword, I could feel myself falling, but Jason quickly caught me.

"No way Bajita. I'm not sending you back drunk." he stated sternly.

"Jazon. I don feel goo." I informed.

"I know, I know, just lay down." Jason whispered and I could feel him lay me gently on the couch.

"Jay, I don lie 'is." That was the last thing I could remember saying.

I woke up on the couch with a headache, but didn't stir completely. I could feel that my cheeks were moist, like I had been crying a lot.

The couch underneath me felt different compared to most couches, but it was comfortable. It was soft, but firm at the same time. It also smelt nice. It smelt very nice, and I curled up on it more.

However, I reached a part on the couch that something weird happened. I could feel a thumping underneath my head. I put my ear to it and was shocked that it sounded like a heartbeat.

I opened my eyes to find that I was laying on top of Jason's chest. I shrieked in shock, and he woke up and smirked at me.

" Comfortable?" he inquired as he wrapped his arms around me.

"Comfortable!? What's going on? Why are you under me? What happened!?" I exclaimed in a panic.

"Settle down." Jason smiled as he sat up, making me sit up as well. "You got drunk." he informed.

"Well no duh I got drunk! I told you I didn't want to drink! What happened to me after that?" Jason frowned and sighed,

"You were confused. You started to call me Ramon and then started crying." I was silent at his statement. Why would I think that he was Ramon?

"Indi, I was only trying to comfort you. It was the most I've ever seen you cry." he explained. He seemed genuine with his statement, but I was still unsure.

"I better get going." I whispered as I stood up. However, the blood rushed to my head, and I got dizzy. Jason stood up behind me and grabbed my arms so that I could stay on my feet.

"Indi, you're still not feeling okay." he informed and he gently laid me back on the couch. I hated being so disoriented and confused.

I was laying on my side and Jason sat next to me and rubbed my back. I was uneasy with him being so close but I couldn't help but like the feeling. It was amazing, and a bit terrifying, to think of how the hands that were so gentle on me could snap my neck as well.

I relaxed a little as he continued to massage my back, and Jason noticed.

"So Indi, did you like laying on my chest?" he inquired with a chuckle.

"No." I answered shortly, tensing up again.

"Really?" Jason questioned with a doubtful tone. "Because you seemed to really enjoy it." I was silent and he removed his hand from my back, making me nervous again. What he did next surprised me. He grasped my hand, and placed it on his stomach.

"What about my abs? Did you like them too?" he inquired. I didn't like the conversation, mostly because all my answers to his questions were Yes. I liked his body. I mean, he was practically a male model so who wouldn't? He was just teasing me. Teasing me and enjoying it.

I pulled my hand away from him, even though I liked the feeling of his stomach and wouldn't mind touching it some more. I then scooted further back into the couch, away from Jason.

Despite what I did, Jason continued to rub my back gently, and changed the subject.

"I'm surprised that you couldn't hold your liquor." he stated. I sighed and shook my head.

"I'm never gonna drink again."