Hi! Yes! This is a Jason x Stacks fanfiction because I'm just the biggest crack shipper out there. But, I don't know.. when I first saw them in the show, I just felt like they were meant to be. Hence, the fanfiction! Thank you for even checking this out!
Jason: The Lost Book
The creek kids weren't listening to him as always.
But, it didn't bother him as much after Craig managed to drill into his head, the very purpose of being a junior forest scout which is unmistakably, "a forest scout always helps out."
Regardless, if no one appreciates it.
The junior scout released a sigh, as a way of coping with how his efforts as a scout are received.
But, deep down he knew that Craig was right.
He can be overbearing at times, or most of the times.
Was being a scout ever a good choice for him?
Maybe he made a huge mistake of ever thinking it suited him.
Being alone with his thoughts were no better than hearing Tony drone about all the wildlife knowledge he already knew, or maybe most of them, or just probably some.
He tread aimlessly away from Borris and Tony, hoping they would find other things to do than tail him.
Much to his delight, they decided to take a hint and leave him be.
Alone with his dreadful thoughts, he found solace at the crunching of leaves beneath his feet and the occasional stone kicking.
After an hour of walking, he finally ripped his eyes away from the ground and turned to see that the skies are already painted in teal and carnation.
He gaped at the view that was just a dull gray an hour ago.
It lifted up his spirits a bit as he forged on into a passage of trees.
He closed his eyes and savored the gust of wind that greeted him upon entering the passage.
With each and every step he takes, his mind reels in a memory of everyone's scowl and looks of disdain.
Would everyone have liked him better as a regular creek kid?
Would he like himself better that way?
Technically, he's still himself.
He didn't think he would like himself better, either.
As cold hard realizations ruthlessly hit him on all sides, he was left to open his eyes in frustration.
Although, the frustration was short lived at the view before him.
He managed to arrive at a clearing adorned with primroses, with his eyes closed at that.
He was sure that he deserved a badge for that.
Taking in the lovely sight before him, he can't help but feel that the nature is somehow comforting him.
Convinced with such assumption, he went towards the middle of the clearing, maneuvering carefully as to not step on any primrose.
Once he reached the middle, he immediately laid down, let the aesthetically pleasing sky fill his vision once more for a few moments, before letting the cool afternoon breeze lull him to sleep.
He dreamt of being surrounded by all the creek kids.
They were all looking down at him as he was crouched down trying desperately to mute their harsh words with his trembling hands on his ears.
"No one needs you at the creek!"
"The creek would thank you to leave it!"
"A junior forest scout always helps out.. pssh. You would do us all a great help by never coming back!"
He could feel all their words slice through his flesh and inflict upon him the stinging pain of an freshly open wound.
"I..I.."
He wanted to apologize, but no words were able to come across.
He tried his hardest to hold back the tears welling up in his eyes, but to no avail.
Tears streamed down his face like a broken faucet as he attempted to speak again.
But before he could mumble inaudible whispers, dainty hands cupped his cheek.
The gentle touch felt like a dream in his dream turned nightmare.
He held the hands of the kind stranger, hoping they wouldn't let go.
"Jason, it's okay."
The person possessed the most soothing voice he has ever heard.
It felt like honey to his bloodshot ears.
"I'm here. As long as I'm here.. you'll never be.."
The unknown person inevitably forced him to open his tightly shut eyes.
But, he wasn't able to see anything more than the person's long hair due to the blinding light that accompanied her.
"..Unliked. So, please don't cry anymore, okay?"
He squinted his eyes to see her more clearly but it didn't work and so he closed his eyes to see if it would do the trick.
When he opened his eyes again, he was met with a breathtaking starlit sky.
He admired it for a bit, before he heaved himself up from the grass and got to know his surroundings.
He noted that he was at a clearing, somewhere.
Then, it suddenly struck him.
He was still at the creek and he slept through the timekeeper's signal.
Fear kicked in and adrenaline shot through his body.
There was going to be a huge probability of him being grounded, not to mention, in summer, and also he was not too fond of the dark.
That time when he built a dam with Borris and Tony was a different story.
He braved the darkness that time only because there was no space for fear to creep in as he was greatly overwhelmed with anger and bitterness.
Without wiping the dirt off his clothes he sprinted out of the passage of trees and into the meadow.
He ran with all his might, warding off the unsettling thoughts of a monster popping out of the tall grass and dragging him away.
He was almost out of the meadow when his foot got caught on something and he fell face first to the ground.
He recovered fairly quickly since the adrenaline rush hasn't worn off yet.
He inspected the mysterious object that tripped him and it turned out to be a book.
He couldn't see much at the lack of light and the absence of the moon.
So, he set off for home with the lost book with him.
And just as he expected, it definitely wouldn't be a good night for him.
He was grounded for 3 days.
His mom hasn't entirely moved on from the last time he came home late all soaking wet from when the dam collapsed and he had the chance to help Craig, Kelsey and JP.
Now, holed up in his room, all cozy in his striped pajamas and with a late night snack of butter cookies and milk, he couldn't ask for anything more.
Even with his forehead bruised, knees scraped and his body aching all over, the late night snack makes up for everything he went through.
One thing was left for him to do and that was to check the accursed book that subjected him to so much body pain in a day.
With his snack and milk by the nightstand, he hurriedly plopped down onto his bed while pulling the blanket all the way up to his arms.
He got the book out of the nightstand drawer and what instantly caught his eye was the drawing of a girl on a star pasted as the book cover.
"A kid's drawing..?" He asked himself, disbelief laced in his tone.
He began to read the title and he knew at that point on that Spanish was at odds with his braces.
"Para Llamar Mi Propia Estrella..?"
He wasn't at all certain that he read the title right.
He pondered what the title meant based from the book cover and he deducted that it should have something to do with stars.
He flipped the book open as the only answer to finding out what the title may translate to, besides googling it, because his phone was drained and charging.
He turned the page exactly on the dedication part and he had to blink twice if he was seeing right.
"Dedicated to my dearest book buddy for life, Kelsey, who inspired me to finish this story.."
Even if he read it aloud, he still couldn't believe it.
He could be holding another kid's work.
He turned the book cover to see who the author was and the name written didn't ring a bell.
There was no one who frequented the creek that he knew was named Isabella Alvarado.
Questions pile up in his head, from if Isabella Alvarado went to the same school or not, if the Kelsey she mentioned was the same Kelsey he knew and if she lived here, how come that he's never seen her once..
The only probable explanation would be is that she's not a creek kid.
He was becoming way more intrigued with the author rather than her story, due to the fact that no kid in the area has ever resisted the creek, not even the introverted ones.
His first order of business was to return the book to its borrower, but since he had 3 days to spend at home, he might as well get read on the mysterious person's book.
He remembered stumbling upon a post on the internet about how books are an extension of the authors themselves.
He could try to find out more about Isabella Alvarado in her work.
He could and he would, he repeated in his mind before taking a bite on one of the butter cookies beside him.
He stretched his neck with the intention of producing a crack to signify his determination for an all-nighter, but instead of a neck crack, he got a head bump, with his headrest to thank for.
Rubbing the side of his head and regretting ever trying to be cool, he finally decided to just start reading before he becomes too injured to hold the accursed, lost book by the enigmatic and elusive Isabella Alvarado.
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