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AN: So this is Chapter 4 and it is Jason's chapter. It's to prompt 45. - Spinning, which is random but I think it's very Jason. Thank you to all of you who have been reviewing...I got super excited because this story has the most reviews out of all of my stories!

Once again, a huge thanks to suburbs for being the amazing beta that she is and for dedicating her one-shot entitled 'Poetry' (which is also a response to the prompts) to me! Please check it out...her stuff is absolutely amazing!

Chapter 4: Spinning on Wednesday

Wednesday morning I was back in Starbucks waiting in the queue. I was beginning to get sick of this place as I had been there every day since Sunday. I think I was freaking out the poor people behind the counter because I never ordered the same thing twice. I sighed as I thought about how many people I still had left in this so called challenge that Nate had set me, but the first two had gone so well that I immediately brightened up. Not that I would ever admit it to Nate but I was actually really enjoying myself trying to complete this 'challenge.'

I finally made it to the front of the queue and ordered two caramel frappuccinos. I shivered taking a glance through the window. It was cold outside but Jason drank frappuccinos in any kind of weather. I made sure to grab a handful of napkins so that my hands wouldn't feel numb after taking the freezing cups.

I could see the guy behind me in the queue giving me strange looks. I suppose it was only to be expected as I was ordering a frappucino in winter. As soon as I took the cups in my hands, I started walking faster – the quicker I got to my car, the sooner I could put these cups down. I got into the car, noticing the caramel swirls and the whipped cream that was on both frappuccinos and started the car. In no time at all, I was driving along the very familiar route to Shane, Nate and Jason's place.

I could feel a grin on my face as I thought about Jason. The boy was in for a grilling from yours truly. I still couldn't believe he had gotten together with Tess and not told me. I smiled wistfully as I thought about how much he had changed. When I had first met him, he had been a naïve, sweet, polite young boy. Not to say he wasn't still sweet or polite, but he had grown up. He wasn't the airhead that everyone had assumed him to be but he still had a touch of innocence that I doubted he would ever outgrow.

I pulled into the driveway, but Shane's car wasn't in sight today. Instead I parked behind Nate's car trying not to feel too excited that I would probably get to spend time with him as well as Jason. I made my way up to the door, trying to minimize my contact with the cups. I was now a pro at this whole routine so I used my elbow to ring the doorbell like I had the last time I had been here. The door swung open barely two seconds later and Nate went to take the cups from my hand.

"Caitlyn, these are freezing!"

I rolled my eyes. "Nate, they're frappuccinos! Obviously they're cold!" I said, as I began to follow him into the living room.

He placed some paper towels on the coffee table before putting the cups onto them and then sat down onto one of the couches. I had already sat down and was watching him in amusement. I raised an eyebrow in question as he sat down.

"It's hard to get marks off that coffee table," he said, sounding slightly defensive. "Jason!" he called out in general direction of the door, before turning to look at me with a smile on his lips.

"So, how's the challenge going then Caitlyn?" he said, a smirk now playing on his lips.

I groaned inwardly. I had to stop noticing things about his lips!

"It's going fine actually," I said, hoping to catch him off guard.

"I knew you'd say that. You'd probably say that even if it wasn't though," he said, and I frowned. How did he know me so well?

"I pay attention, Caitlyn. We've been over this," he said with a slight shake of his head. Okay, was this guy now also a mind reader?

"How did you know what I was thinking?" I asked, determined to find out.

He grinned. "Simple, I know you better than you think I do."

Before I could respond, I heard loud footsteps coming down the stairs and almost immediately the living room door swung open and Jason came bounding in. I stood up to greet him and found myself trapped in a bone crushing hug.

"Caity, it's so good to see you!" he exclaimed and I could hear the excitement in his voice.

"Good…see…too," was all I managed to say. Jason realised how tight he was holding me and immediately let go and grinned sheepishly.

"Sorry, I tend to get carried away with hugs," he said, as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

I grinned at him. "I think everyone knows that Jase," I said, trying to reassure him he hadn't permanently injured me. "It's part of what we love about you."

"Yeah, that's what Tess said - OW!"

Yeah, that 'ow' was because I punched his arm. I rolled my eyes, and grabbed a cushion from the couch and began to hit him with it.

"Ow, Caity, what are you hitting me for?" he said, moving around the room whilst trying to dodge the cushion. I could hear Nate laughing behind me.

"You – didn't – tell – me – about – Tess!" I said, each word accompanied by a blow from my cushion. I was now standing on top of the couch and Jason was crouching down next to me, his arms trying to cover his hair. Nate was still laughing and I shot him a glare and he shut up. For about two seconds before bursting out laughing again.

"I'm sorry, Caity," I heard Jason mumble, lifting his head up to look at me. I sighed as I dropped the cushion and sat down on the couch next to him. Nate had stopped laughing and I looked over at him only to find that he was staring at me intently. I matched his gaze, trying to count the colours in his eyes and figure out why he was looking at me like that but I blinked and he looked away.

"Er, if you'll excuse me, inspiration calls," he said as he stood up.

I looked at him, confused. "Inspiration calls from watching me beat up Jason?" I asked.

He avoided my gaze and we both ignored Jason's attempt at protesting. "Er, something like that," he mumbled before walking out of the room. My mind was spinning. What had that been about?

I sighed mentally before turning to look at Jason who pulled a cushion out from behind him and stuck it in front of his face. I grinned guiltily and put my cushion down. "I'm sorry, Jason. That won't happen again," I said gesturing to the cushion.

He put his cushion down and I reached for the frappuccinos holding one out to him.

"Peace offering?" I asked as I watched his face light up.

He took a long sip from his cup, and I copied him. I shivered. It was still cold, even though it had been sitting out for quite some time, but I couldn't help but take another sip. It was divine and absolutely addictive. I watched as Jason took the straw out of his drink and opened the cup, using the straw to try and finish the whipped cream first. It didn't work particularly well and he soon covered it back up and carried on drinking through the straw.

I could taste the caramel syrup as an undertone, the cold coffee and cream making up most of it but as I drank more, the more I fell in love with it. It was a really rich and heavy drink and I knew I wouldn't be hungry for ages after.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Tess, Caitlyn," Jason said.

I smiled at him. "I'm sorry too. I really shouldn't have hit you. I think I overreacted slightly," I said, taking another sip of my drink.

He raised an eyebrow at me and I was once again struck by how he had grown up. "Only slightly?" he asked, small smile on his face.

I grinned. "Don't worry about it Jase! I'll just get the details from Tess when I see her," I said, watching in mild satisfaction as he spluttered.

"Yeah, you do that. Just don't talk about it with me," he said, wincing slightly and as I still felt bad about attacking him with the cushion, I dropped the subject.

I took another sip of my drink. "Jason, what do you like about caramel frappuccinos?" I asked, eager to find out the choice behind this amazing drink.

"They're yummy," he said, sounding once again, like a child. I sighed. This was going to be harder than I thought.

"Okay, but what specifically?" I tried, probing a bit further.

"They make me feel like a kid again," he said and I couldn't help but smile. I still felt slightly confused and my mind was spinning slightly from all the different ideas I was tossing around, but the combination of Jason and this yummy drink made me feel happy.

"But why do you want to feel like a kid again? I mean, I like acting childish, sure, but I wouldn't want to go through being a kid all over again," I said to him, trying to understand his thought process.

He shook his head. "Yeah, you do act childish sometimes but you don't act like a kid anymore," he said. Noticing the confused look on my face, he carried on. "Like have you ever stopped thinking about what people think about you? Ever jumped in puddles? Started spinning around so much that you feel really dizzy but you want to carry on spinning around anyway. And then you stop and you feel sick and all you want is a sip of your favourite milkshake before you start again," he said, staring at the wall opposite him, lost in thought.

I was speechless. I didn't know that Jason could be so thoughtful and so childish at the same time. I couldn't bring myself to say anything so I took another sip of my drink. Jason stood up and began moving the coffee table out of the way, creating a huge space in the centre of the room.

"Jason, what are you doing?" I asked, thoroughly bewildered. He held his hand out, and as soon I grasped it he pulled me up into a standing position.

"You, Caitlyn Gellar, are going to spin," he stated.

I laughed. "I'd feel stupid."

"I'll do it with you," he said and immediately started spinning around in circles. He stopped when he realised I hadn't joined in. He came and stood behind me and placing his hands on my shoulders, tried to make me spin around. I let him push me around a little bit before deciding that I may as well help him out. After all, there wasn't anyone here apart from me and Jason. I started out slowly but I soon put my arms out and started to pick up speed, spinning around on the spot. I could vaguely make out that Jason had joined in and I couldn't stop the giggles that escaped my lips.

I carried on spinning until I really couldn't take it anymore.I stopped, almost ready to collapse onto the couch when Jason passed me my drink. I took more than a few sips from it, now feeling slightly thirsty and loved the sweet, creamy, smooth taste that it left in my mouth.

I put the drink down onto the floor so that it was out of the way and I didn't even need prompting from Jason to start spinning again. I was giggling like a little girl, and I felt so free, loving the feeling of the air rushing around me. When the dizziness began to affect me, I stopped and unable to stand I laid down on the floor as Jason joined me. I was still laughing and I looked over at him to see that he had a small, content smile playing on his lips.

I closed my eyes and I could see the caramel swirls spinning in my head as Jason's voice cut into my thoughts.

"It's weird because I would never have been allowed a frappuccino when I was a kid."

I laughed as I thought about Jason's drink. It was rich and smooth and my first thought would be that it linked to someone who had a lavish lifestyle, someone decadent. But then I realised that it was perfect for Jason. It was almost like a milkshake or dessert that a kid would order, but the coffee made it just a little bit grown up, like Jason. He was laidback, carefree and childlike, but at the same time mature and calm. Even though he had matured, he still had a childishness that would always be a part of him. He didn't care the drinking a frappuccino might not be good for you all the time. He just wanted to stay like the kid inside of him.