Last chapter. I've already started writing on another Brazen story which will be much longer but I think I ended this one in a way that everyone will like. =)
He called her in the middle of the night. His voice was shaky but she didn't care. Even the sound of a lonely, upset Jason sounded good to her. He asked her to meet him, at the café. She gasped with surprise to find out he was there, in Paris, down the street waiting for her.
When she got there, his eyes were swollen and his shoulders trembled as he stood up and wrapped his strong arms around her neck. She had never seen him like this. Jason was always in control, always focused and stone faced, even when something was driving him crazy inside. He sat back down and with shaky hands, he took a sip of his coffee. Black. He always ordered his coffee black. He was never much for excessiveness.
His eyes told the story, before he even began to speak. And when he did speak, it was so fast she could barely keep up. He rambled on and on for minutes. Courtney wanted to move up the wedding, it was the day after tomorrow. He *had* to get away, he *had* to get out of PC and he *had* to see her. Like it or not, she was a good friend to him and the only person he could speak to. Sonny and Carly were partial to Courtney's feelings, Brenda was not.
Did he love Courtney? Yes, he did.
Did he want to marry her? No, not yet. Maybe not ever. Everything moved too fast, he had been thinking a lot and maybe she deserved something better. Just not AJ, anybody but him.
Was he going back? No, not tonight. He was thinking maybe a hotel.
No, he could stay with her. On the couch, of course.
They shared a glance, a little smirk came across Jason's lips and she treasured the fact that she could make him smile. She reached across the table for the cream and her hand brushed against his. He felt his heart leap into his throat.
He was going to call Courtney. Tell her that he needed a break. He didn't want it to sound like the whole "it's not you, it's me" thing, even though that was exactly what it was.
It wasn't her. She did everything right.
It was him. Sometimes he didn't like to be right.
A soft smile spread across Brenda's lips, as she wrapped her sweater around her body a little tighter.
Sometimes, she doesn't like to be right either.
The couch sits lonely in the living room. The moonlight dancing off the leather, nobody is sleeping there. Sometimes, Jason and Brenda don't like to be right and they have masked their feelings long enough.
He called her in the middle of the night. His voice was shaky but she didn't care. Even the sound of a lonely, upset Jason sounded good to her. He asked her to meet him, at the café. She gasped with surprise to find out he was there, in Paris, down the street waiting for her.
When she got there, his eyes were swollen and his shoulders trembled as he stood up and wrapped his strong arms around her neck. She had never seen him like this. Jason was always in control, always focused and stone faced, even when something was driving him crazy inside. He sat back down and with shaky hands, he took a sip of his coffee. Black. He always ordered his coffee black. He was never much for excessiveness.
His eyes told the story, before he even began to speak. And when he did speak, it was so fast she could barely keep up. He rambled on and on for minutes. Courtney wanted to move up the wedding, it was the day after tomorrow. He *had* to get away, he *had* to get out of PC and he *had* to see her. Like it or not, she was a good friend to him and the only person he could speak to. Sonny and Carly were partial to Courtney's feelings, Brenda was not.
Did he love Courtney? Yes, he did.
Did he want to marry her? No, not yet. Maybe not ever. Everything moved too fast, he had been thinking a lot and maybe she deserved something better. Just not AJ, anybody but him.
Was he going back? No, not tonight. He was thinking maybe a hotel.
No, he could stay with her. On the couch, of course.
They shared a glance, a little smirk came across Jason's lips and she treasured the fact that she could make him smile. She reached across the table for the cream and her hand brushed against his. He felt his heart leap into his throat.
He was going to call Courtney. Tell her that he needed a break. He didn't want it to sound like the whole "it's not you, it's me" thing, even though that was exactly what it was.
It wasn't her. She did everything right.
It was him. Sometimes he didn't like to be right.
A soft smile spread across Brenda's lips, as she wrapped her sweater around her body a little tighter.
Sometimes, she doesn't like to be right either.
The couch sits lonely in the living room. The moonlight dancing off the leather, nobody is sleeping there. Sometimes, Jason and Brenda don't like to be right and they have masked their feelings long enough.