Just Hold Me...Please. (Jason)

[MALLORY TORRES]

Rain. It had always been something Mallory avoided in fear of her hair getting matted to her face. The idea of her makeup being ruined almost scared Mallory to death. Rain. It was quite the interesting subject matter. It could be used to symbolize sadness, renewal, and death. Tonight for Mallory it could be a mix of all three. Sadness as it is simply stated. Renewal as the idea that her pain was being washed away as the tears mixed with the rain. Death in the sense that her old selfish and vain self was slowly dying off.

~~Earlier that Evening~~

Her father had requested for her to dress like a 'normal' teenage girl. So with the clothes provided by her father. She added the usual Mallory flair to the simple graphic t-shirt and denim skirt that came a little high on her thighs. Luckily she had a matching pair of heels, accessories, and clutch. Her father had announced visitors would be joining them for dinner and Mallory had to look the part. She had to act like a practically mindless teenage girl with little use for words or true mannerisms. She'd had to be exactly what her father's 'friend's' son looked for in a girl.

They family arrived and immediately Mallory wanted to hide in her room from the looks that the boy was giving her. The eagerness in finishing dinner to get her alone in her room for typical teen talk while the adults spoke of 'adult' things. She entered her room and lost all attempts of faking her disguise. She climbed into her bed, which the boy took as an invite for him to as well. She sighed, while he spoke about his life, his accomplished, blah blah blah blah. She just waited for him to finish, so she could just go back to well being bored. Then, he touched her. His grabby, grubby hands touched her upper, inner thigh. She freaked and slapped his hand away. He reacted by rolling on top of her, but she screamed.

It was disgusting... The way people looked at you after you scream for your life. The boy's expression was that of shock, yet want. As if her screaming had momentarily turned him on, thus causing him to want her even more. However, it is after being pinned to your own bed and your family finding you that you realize how much they truly care about you. Mallory's father barged in first face looked disgusted at the sight, but he shoved the kid off and Mallory rolled out of bed and took off for escape...again.

She ran into her mother and the other family, but she shoved past them and out the door. She stood in the elevator and kept herself from breaking down. She made it outside and into the rain before the tears came. She didn't have the patience to deal with trying to hail a cab and well, she just needed the walking time to think. Her steps weren't thought out, but her mind brought her to the one person that she knew she could count on...Jason. Her sweet Jase.

She made it to his apartment complex and clicked the button for his suite. She leaned into the walk and spoke softly, "Jase. I. Need. You." Her voice was broke with shivers and sniffs.

[scarecrowsully]

So far, Jason's day hadn't started off well.

Some people would say it was due to Jason's special brand of stupidity. Jason, however, called it bad luck.

That morning, the man had been craving sweets instead of his usual eggs and orange. Thankfully, the cabinets were stocked with a few boxes of muffin mix, and Jason decided to go fancy and bake snickerdoodle muffins. His preparation was spot on. No egg shells got in the batter (which was smoother then usual) and his counters weren't flecked with speckles of powder. Stomach rumbling like an angry monster, Jason hurridly got the first batch of muffins into the oven and ran into the shower. After he was clean, Jason went a checked on the muffins, only to let out a stream of choice words at the sight. The damn things had burnt to a crisp! Jason checked the box once more, and groaned. It was supposed to be at 350, not 450. Jason cranked the oven down, chucked the muffins into the trash bin, and scooped the rest of the mixure into the pan. Crossing his fingers, Jason put the muffins in and paced around the kitchen for the twenty minutes they took. If there was anything anyone should avoid at all costs, it was Jason without breakfast. He became irritable and aggressive, wanting to snap over the littlest things.

Jason was close to losing it.

Finally, finally his muffins were done. Remembering oven mitts, Jason eagerly pulled out the tray of fluffy snickerdoodle muffins. Then, Jason's stupidity hit again. Acting too quick for his brain to register the pain, Jason stuck a whole muffin in his mouth. A moment later, he spit the damn thing in the trash, drinking large gulps of water from the sink. Fuck, that muffin had been hot! Who would've known that?

The rest of his day was relatively normal. Jason went to work, got lost in his own apartment building, and lined after his best friend, Mallory.

Mallory.

Just the name stirred up a dull yearning in the pit of his stomach. He had been in love with her forever; Jason had realized that he would always be just a friend, though. It was a painful thing to know, that the one person you loved most in the works could never be yours. And when he heard Mallory's voice, all interupted by what sounded like sniffles and the rain, Jason wanted to murder whoever the hell had had the gall to upset her. Grabbing a fluffy blanket, Jason just reacted without thinking and ran down the stairs (the elevator probably would have been faster), and by some grace of God, Jason didn't trip. Jason saw Mallory and immediately wrapped her up in the blanket, leading her towards the elevator. "Mallory. Who did this to ya? Why were ya out in the rain like that? You can catch somethin. Though I don't know if you're much of a catcher. We'd have to get you a mitt for that; can't just catch baseballs flyin through the air with your bare hands." Jason went off on a whole other tangent, his scatter-brained mind fixing on the word "catch". Of course his first thought was of baseball, which he had played in high school, and he went off running with the subject.

Jason and Mallory were in his apartment now, and Jason left her to put some hot chocolate in the microwave. He gazed at the packet for a moment, his eyebrows furrowed in confusin. The water got microwaved for a few minutes on power nine...how did he get it on "power nine"? Shrugging, he stuck the measuring glass in the microwave. "Mallory, next time just call me. Please don't run around in the rain," Voice laced with concern, Jason looked over at her. God she was beautiful.

notes;; OMGSORRYITTOOKSOLONG. but my iPod isn't letting me attach the lovely sig you made me, so...I'm just gonna reply cus I've been itching with Jason muse.

[MALLORY TORRES]

Mallory stood in the rain waiting for Jase to answer her back, but his voice never came. She grew even more upset as she sobbed against the brick wall. She was about to leave, yet something held her in place. Probably the cold or the sickening feeling in her stomach that no one cared... not ever Jase. She looked out into the street at a passing car, imagining the worst...

She was wrapped up in a blanket with someone leading her to the elevator. She was tracking water all in the hallway, but the man didn't pay much mind. Then the man spoke and Mallory felt a smile cross her face at the sound of the man's voice. It was Jase and he was rambling... like always, but now she liked his rambles. It kept her mind from straying to the topic that was bothering her at first. She hugged him through the blanket and nuzzled into his chest. Taking in his smell and feeling his muscles twitch in his chest, while she felt the tears start falling again. She just hid her face and ended up making a huge wet mark all on his upper chest from her hair and tears.

She was sitting on his couch curled up in the now damp towel as Jase went into the kitchen. She wanted him to come back and comfort her, not do whatever it was he was doing... was that the microwave? Mallory tried to lean to get a view into the kitchen when Jase spoke to her, and his face popped out of no where. She smiled as the tears brimmed in her eyes. Acting on instincts, Mallory slipped out of her heels, flinging them to the side and ran to Jase. She jumped into the air and latched to Jase, with her legs wrapped securely around his waist and her arms around his neck. She squeezed a bit and buried her face into her neck, the sobs came again.

[scarecrowsully]

It was difficult to describe the feelings Jason had for Mallory. Of course, they were best friends, so Jason would love her anyways. But he felt for her a lot more than a friend would. There was this pull Jason had always felt, like there was a strong cord connecting him to her, as if he was a dog chained to his doghouse. Jason wasn't sure if Mallory felt the same way; in fact, he had an inkling of fear that she never would. Every time Jason saw her, which was often, his heart cracked just a little bit more, because deep down he knew that they would always just be friends. Jason was forever stuck in the friend zone, and Mallory kept chipping away at his heart.

But Jason would never blame Mallory! He couldn't even begin to think of a situation where he would think negatively about her. Unless it had something to do with that Mason guy. To Jason, anything Mallory could or would do was never bad. Even if she broke the law, Jason would refuse to believe she had done wrong. It just couldn't compute in his brain (not that many things did compute in his brain) that someone as perfect and amazing as Mallory could be bad.

Man he really loved her.

As Mallory leaped at him, Jason staggered back for a minute before he steadied himself. Mallory was sobbing, and Jason held onto her tight, stroking her hair and letting the tears fall for a few moments. Who could have done this to her? Who dared make her this distraught?! Whoever it was, Jason wanted to kill the little prick. His muscles tightened in his agitation, and he had to take a deep, calming breath. It was horrifying, that someone would do something to make such a sweet girl upset. And honestly, Jason didn't even care that he was now soaking wet. He just knew that he wanted to make her feel better.

"Mal...c'mon. Tell me what happened. I'll make it all better." Jason mumbled softly. He was gonna stick to his promise, too. If it had been some guy...if it had been that douchbag Mason...well, for once in his life, Jason was sure of something, and he was sure as hell gonna kick his ass.

[MALLORY TORRES]

Why did life have to be so cruel… so unforgiving. It just seemed to cause Mallory more problems that never got resolved…. Her parents. Mason and Jason. Everything that should go right only seemed to be going wrong. Her parents had been gone for months and when they returned…Mallory was not expecting a joyous reunion, yet she still expected better than what she got. Her parents still treated her like she was just a commodity that was out of date. Mason… That was a subject far too complex to even begin to explain or understand… all the raw mixed emotions… Nope. Then, she had her Jason. He was in every way…perfect for her. Sweet, understanding, and genuine, but he was too good for her. He needed the best and Mallory was not the best for him… in fact, she was the total opposite.

Nuzzling her face into the base of his neck, she couldn’t help but to feel relaxed and at home. She needed him no matter how much she tried to tell herself otherwise. She needed him for support. Seemingly in response to her thoughts, Jason’s muscles tightened a bit. She lifted her face and kissed his cheek gently before unwrapping her legs and easing herself to the ground. Her eyes found his and a small smile crossed her lips. Yeah, it was a fact. She needed Jason, if not for physical needs then emotionally.

When Jason spoke, Mallory eyed him cautiously. Scared to attempt the truths, but knowing that she needed to tell him. “Jase,” Her voice was soft as she took his hand and led him to his room, “can I sleep here tonight?” She looked at his bed and then back at him. “I’ll explain everything… after I get out of these wet clothes.” She smiled at him again as she went to his dresser and retrieved a pair of boxers and found an old shirt. She grabbed some of his gym shorts and another shirt and tossed them to Jason. “You change to.” She added as she made her way to his bathroom, leaving the door open ajar. She slid out of her wet clothes and into Jason’s
boxers and flannel shirt. Jason’s scent, honey and hay, filled her nostrils and made her sigh happily. She tiptoed out of the bathroom hoping to find Jason appropriate…if not, then well things could always get interesting.

This is PERFECT!

[scarecrowsully]

Rumors meant absolutely nothing to Jason.

Sure, he would acknowledge their prescence, but he never believed them. They were just rumors, right? Why should he get worked up over something that couldve been totally false, that was probably thought up by some jealous jerk? It just wasn't worth his time. However, if he stopped to think about it (and Jason rarely thought about anything), his ability to completely disregard rumors was one of the things keeping him sane. Jason was a good looking guy--he had a strong jaw, nice body, and eyes that gave you their full attention. Because of his unanswered love for Mallory, he never noticed when members of the opposite sex practically flung themselves at him. When these east girls realized he was hung up over Mallory Torres, their voices that had just been satuarared with honey began to drip with venom. It was the same thing: "she'll never settle down, blahblahblah"...and other things that Jason didn't like to think of in terms of Mallory.

But because he ignored these rumors (or was just plain ignorant), Jason was able to see Mallory on a pedistal. Not that she could do anything to taint her reputation in Jason's mind.

"Uh-yeah-sure you can stay the night!" Jason said, grinning like a chesire cat. No, silly, not because Mallory would be staying the night, but because Mallory was staying the night. No big deal. As Mallory walked off to change, Jason watched her, taking in the sight of her dark hair, lean legs...nice hips. As much as he thought it was true, Jason couldn't think of Mallory in...sexual...terms like "hot" or, God forbid, "tapable". When Jason saw Mallory, he didn't think "i'd tap that ass," or "dayum she's sexy!". He thought in terms of "gosh she's beautiful," and "she looks like an angel." His thoughts couldn't objectize her...she was a person, not a...thing.

Quickly changing, Jason had just managed to get the shorts on when Mallory came back. At first, he thought of how pretty she looked like that. No fancy clothes or accessories, just...natural. He could imagine waking up next to her when they were older, with kids and a dog and...oh shoot. He didn't have a shirt on. Jason fumbled around with the shirt, trying to pull it in but he only managed to get tangled in it, arms flailing wildly above his head. "Ummm...Mal? Can you help?" Jason's voice came out muffled from under the fabric. He was such a klutz.

[MALLORY TORRES]

Mallory should have known better. She should have seen the signs, but she didn’t. Or she simply ignored them. It scared her to think the only reason Jason treated her like he did was because he loved her. She had occasionally thought about him and her together. He was perfect in every way, but he wasn’t for her. He was for someone much better than Mallory. A girl that treated him perfectly. A girl that wasn’t as fucked up as Mallory. She couldn’t give Jason what he needed, but for now they could pretend. They could comfort one another because they both needed the comfort of someone else. Everyone needed to be held once and awhile, and Mallory needed Jason for that, even if it did seem unfair. She was an unfair, teasing slut and she’d never change.

Her thoughts broke when she heard Jason agree to her staying the night through his smiling. She couldn’t stay upset around Jason… It was literally impossible. When she knew that he was smiling, then she ended up smiling. She only meant her staying the night as simple cuddling and talking, but if anyone caught wind of this, then there would be hellfire and brimstone. Jason would be targeted as Mallory next ‘It’ boy and everyone would hound him for all the dirty details. The rumors would spread, as they always did, and they would drive Jason away. She’d be sneaky and careful. She wouldn’t jeopardize their friendship, because she probably wouldn’t make it without Jason.

She came from the bathroom and noticed that Jason was shirtless. He was quite… fit and Mallory unconsciously licked her lips, but brought her eyes back to his face. He was putting on a shirt, but he got himself tangled up in the shirt. She giggled a bit before making her way over to him. He was simply adorable and cute. “Stop moving your arms, Jase.” She said as she grabbed the shirt and pulled it back over his head. “We are going to bed, you don’t even need that.” She stated as she tossed it on his dresser. She pushed him on the bed and vanished out the room. She locked the front door and flicked off the lights before making her way back to his bedroom. She took out her earrings and slipped off her bracelets and placed them on his nightstand. She gave him a sweet smile before flicking off the bathroom lights and pulling the blanket back and sliding into the bed. “You’re the best, Jase.” She stated as she scooted closer to him, hoping that he’d hold her.