Disclaim - i do not own the characters, hollyoaks, or the general plot. i do own most of the plot
Hollyoaksjasmine/JasonstorylineChapter two
While i sit on my bed looking into the mirror opposite, teardrops slide down my face, one after the other. I don't feel any emotion; i just know I'm crying, so i must be sad. I asked dad if he'd get me a new mirror, and he told me not to be silly, and that my mirror was perfectly fine. But it isn't fine – my reflection is a lie. Yet it isn't just my mirror, it's every mirror.
It's early in the morning of Saturday – and by early i mean, still dark. It's about 1am i think; everybody else is asleep, and at this time i feel more alone than ever before. Nobody knows what I'm really going through; and I've had enough.
I've discovered that i can only be myself when nobody i know is around, and what better time than 1am? Suddenly a thrill of excitement shoots through me and i race to my wardrobe. Right at the back sits a black bin-bag full of clothes. They aren't Jasmine's clothes, they're Jason's clothes. I rip of my pyjamas and take the murky white bandages in my hands. I wrap them around my chest so tightly it almost hurts, and then i pin it up so it stays in place, and my chest is now flat as a pancake. I tie back my blonde hair and cover it up with a grey beanie hat. Now i pull on baggy trousers, trainers, a vest, a blue shirt and a coat. Jasmine becomes Jason.
Quietly, i creep out of the house, and as i wander down the street and adopt a cool swagger, i feel like me. Jason Costello. When i round the corner past the new smoothie bar, I see a gang of boys vandalising the wall. The girl and the boy in me is eager to join in, and i know exactly how to fit in.
"Alright, lads," i say without thinking, in a grumbly tone of voice. They all turn on me and look ready to pounce at me when the most unlikely thing happens,
"Oh no, for god's sake man don't grass us up. Crap we better gets out of ere," They are actually scared of me, and start scrambling up.
"No worries mate, I'm not gonna grass on you, and who to? Your mum?" I'm glad to get a laugh out of them.
"Well...good, cos if you tell the police I is gonna bang you!"
"Here mate, grab a can," another one says. So I do. I grab a can of red paint and spray a huge J on the wall, the others see and laugh,
"What's your name, man, Jasmine?" one says, and suddenly my tongue freezes and i think for a second that they might have figured it out. The lie.
"Nah, it's...its Jason," i stammer. We sprayed the wall for what seemed like an hour when one of the boys talked about at party at the McQueens place.
"Oh yeah, do you think it'll still be on?"
"Course! What kind of a party would it be if it didn't last all night?"
And without a word, we all quickly packed up our cans and headed for the party.
"Have you been invited?" i ask cautiously to the other guys,
"Nah mate, gonna crash it!" someone says.
My heart beats faster and faster as we near the McQueens house. This isn't a good idea, what if someone i know recognises me? Frequently I'm glancing at the time on my phone. It's getting so early now it's almost light. Surely the party will be finished! How could anyone stay up this late? But I'm wrong, again, because at the McQueens the lights are all on and music is pumping through the house and through everybody in it.
"Ah sick!" a guy says and leads us in. It's so packed nobody even notices us, and i lose sight of the other boys pretty quickly. I can see some familiar faces – particularly any McQueens which may still be awake – but it's too dark to recognise them properly. Multi-coloured disco lights wave over my face every two seconds and make my eyes tired and i realise how tired i really am; how early it is. The pumping music is thrilling but every beat makes me feel dizzy and heavy. I have to go and sit down. I stumble over to the empty kitchen and pour myself some water. I don't think anyone is bothering with me when a girl starts talking.
"Have you been here since the start? I haven't noticed you before!"
I turn around and see her. She has dark chocolate hair and a stunning smile, and i haven't seen her around before either; even better.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm pretty knackered but I'm staying till the end...when does it end?" i decide to lie to impress her. But i don't really know why I'm trying. I guess i don't want her to recognise me, but I've got nothing to worry about.
"Cool, hardcore. Can i get you a drink...alchohol?" she offers.
"Yeah, sure, okay, i suppose one more won't hurt..."
I find out her name's Anita, and as we get more and more drunk, we have more and more fun. I've completely lost track of time, and i don't even care, i'm having so much fun being Jason!
"You're a really nice guy, you know. You know when you get horrible, betraying guys and then you get really nice guys?" she slurs.
"I know what you mean. Some guys are just born this way...nice...like me,"
And as we are clutching a bottle, slumped on the sofa, sitting closely, a recent memory passes through my mind, and suddenly i'm back on the bench outside The Dog with Bart.
"What if we were more than just mates?" I remember Bart says. I remember running away after that kiss and how it was a big, big mistake. How when i got home i realised how stupid i was that when i finally got Bart, i ran away from it!
Suddenly i'm back in the present time and Anita's face is up against mine. I can smell her sweet perfume, and when i kiss her, all i can think about is not running away any more.
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