July 29, 2016

Jason: Uni, Week Two, Day Five

Liz rolled out of bed, frowning at the fuzzy-mouthed, head-pounding feeling from being drunk.  Leaning over, she smacked Jason on the shoulder. "Wake up," she drawled.

"I'm up!" Jason's eyes popped open, instantly awake. "I'm up!" He struggled to sit up, slightly disoriented. 
Throwing the covers off, he staggered out of bed.  Tensing, he rolled his shoulders.  Maybe he'd worked out too hard yesterday, he thought with a wince. 

Liz couldn't help it.  She stood, her mouth dropped open with surprise, and stared at his naked, ripped muscles.  Sometime during the night, he'd lost his shirt.  Oh dear Lord, she thought, resisting the urge to fan herself.  He was so hot!  "For plumbbob's sake!" she snapped.  "Put some clothes on!" 
Jason grinned at her with chagrin before stooping to pick up shirt.  "Sorry, Liz."
With those muscled abs out of sight, Liz felt like she was able to breath again.

Jason walked around the bed towards her.  "Hey, thanks for letting me crash last night. I was pretty wasted," he told her with a grin. "You make a mean juice mix."

Liz shrugged nonchalantly. "No problem."

Jason squirmed in place for a moment.  "Look, I'm sorry about the kiss..." he trailed off awkwardly.
Liz smirked.  "You mean the non-kiss?" she asked tartly.

Jason joined her laughter, rubbing the back of his neck with embarrassment.  "Yeah, I guess it was a non-kiss!"

Liz waved her hand dismissively.  "It was nothing. We were both wasted."

Jason felt like a weight had been lifted from his chest.  "Phew! I thought you were going to be pissed!" he told her.

Liz slugged his arm.  "Quit running around kissing chicks!" she lectured him playfully.

He saluted her before trotting off.  "Yes ma'am!"

Despite his hangover, Jason was feeling pretty on top of the world.  He'd been sure he'd stepped over a line last night and that Liz was going to hate him.  But, he was single. She was... maybe single?  He frowned as he hopped off his bike.  Was she still dating Moudy?
Crap, Moudy was his best friend and he'd made a move on his girl. Jason headed to class, turning his night over in his mind.  What the hell was wrong with him?!  Besides, he was supposed to be in love with Ashley!

He shared a wan smile with the girl when he took his seat. "Morning," he mumbled quietly, pulling out his notebook.
With all these pressing concerns churning in his mind, Jason couldn't pay attention in class.  He sat there, doodling in the margins of his notepad as the prof lectured.  Man, he should've skipped class.  He was momentarily distracted as the girl next to him raised her hand.
The professor gazed around the class, taking in who was paying attention and who was sleeping during class.

"Jason Black-Wolff," he said, waiting expectantly.
Jason's head jerked up in surprise.  "Uh... sorry?" he asked, embarrassed because he didn't even know what the question was.

His prof pinned him with a disappointed look before turning to his seatmate.  "Manisha?" he prompted, smiling as she began reciting the answer.  His gaze swept the room.  "Perhaps everyone in the class should strive to pay attention like Miss Kapoor."

Jason slumped in his chair.  This was shaping up to be a pretty crappy day.

Heading back to the dorm, he checked the dare board.  Nothing really caught his interest.
Stepping inside, he heard raised voices.  One in particular made his heart flutter.

"Shut up! You don't know what you're talking about!" Ashley shouted as the rest of Jason's roomies gathered around to watch the two girls arguing.
"Whoa... what's going on?" Jason asked, stepping between the angry girls. 
"She," Tiffany said, pointing at Ashley as she scowled, "Just came in here and demanded to know where you were!" Tiffany put her hands on her hips.  "I told her I thought you were in class, but she..." 

"Thanks Tiffany.  I'll take it from here," Jason said soothingly, cutting in before the girls could get agitated again.

Tiffany rolled her eyes, catching the stink-eye that Ashley was giving her behind Jason's back.  "Whatever," she huffed, shuffling away.
Jason turned to Ashley, his heart is his stomach.  "Hey, I didn't expect to see you," he told her honestly.

Ashley fluttered her lashes.  "Can we talk?" she asked quietly.

Ashley followed Jason upstairs to his room.
The moment the door closed, she threw herself in his arms.  "Oh Jason! I'm so sorry I didn't believe you!" she said, stroking her fingers through his hair.
Jason's heart skipped and he felt like he was floating on cloud-nine.  "Wait," he rasped, trying to understand.  "So, that means you want to date again?" he asked. 
"I feel awful!" she told him, peeking up at him through her lashes.  "But, Ashley told Paris that Liz told her what happened."
Without warning, she pressed a kiss to his lips. 
Jason wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up against him, running his hands up and down her back.  "Oh, plumbbob, Ashley, I love you!" he panted in between kisses.  "I missed you so much!"

"I know. I love you, too, baby!" Ashley whisper fervently, slipping her hands under his shirt.  "I can't believe I was so stupid and jealous!"
Hot and heavy, they collapsed to the bed and celebrated their reunion.

*AN - Ha ha ha - Before he headed off to class, Jason invited Ashley over to his dormroom.  She said she'd be over soon, but didn't show up before he headed off to class.  I assumed I missed the chance to have them hang out.  Low and behold, when he walked in, there was Tiffany and Ashley fighting with the rest of the dormies gathered around watching. Lol.  It cracked me up!  Oh, these kids!

So, Liz did good laying into The-Wrong-Ashley & Ashley has come back, begging forgiveness!  Any awkward feelings he was mulling on earlier in the day regarding Liz have been completely blown from his mind.  

July 28, 2016

Jason: Uni, Week Two, Day Four

The sun shone in through Jason's window, despite his attempts at blacking out the room.
Man, last night blew, he thought angrily, scraping his hand through his hair.  Ashley hadn't believed a word he'd said!  When he'd tried calling her, she just let him go to voicemail, finally texting him that it was over.
He jerked on his dresser drawer, tugging a little forcefully when the drawer got stuck.  "Stupid, f&#*ing dresser!" he swore under his breath.  God, he hoped The-Wrong-Ashley was satisfied!  "Stupid b&!%*!" he grumbled, grabbing some pants.  She'd ruined his fricking life by telling Ashley that he'd made a move on her!
There was only one thing to do when you were pissed and had to blow off some steam
He headed into the little community gym.  He was planning on working up a sweat.
Jason cranked up the speed and the tilt, punishing his body with a high-endurance jog. 
By the end of the workout, his legs felt like jelly and he'd worked up a killer sweat.  He wiped his brow and shuddered.  He'd pushed himself to the very edge...
...and yet somehow, he didn't feel any better, he thought as he stepped into the shower to wash off. 

Growling, he shoved his face under the spray of water.  Damn The-Wrong-Ashley!

He had to stop stewing over this, he told himself as he slung his backpack over his shoulder and headed to class.  It wasn't going to help anything.
He rushed towards his class, not wanting to be late again. 
In the 2-hour block-period between his first class and his last class, he grabbed his book and did a little studying. 
When the bells started to toll at 4 pm, he shoved his book back in his backpack and high-tailed it over to the stadium for his last class. 

Liz stepped out of class and bumped right into The-Wrong-Ashley.  She glared fiercely at the stuck-up blondie. 

The-Wrong-Ashley noticed and tossed her hair over her shoulder. "What are you looking at?" she snapped.
"I'll tell you what I'm looking at!" Liz snapped back angrily, laying the facts on the line for the blondie. "And if you weren't so in love with yourself, you'd have known he was doing everything in his power to avoid you!" She was shouting by the end of her tirade.

The-Wrong-Ashley's mouth gaped open as she stammered for a reply.  "Fine! Whatever!" she finally settled on, turning on her heel and rushing away.
"Stupid stuck-up sorority b..." she grumbled under her breath as she turned to head back to her own dorm.

"Hey! Liz!" Jason called out as he stepped out of his class and saw his friend nearby.
"Hey! Wait up!" he called out again, jogging over to her side.
"Wanna grab dinner?" he asked.  He wasn't too eager to go home alone.  He had to keep busy.
"Sure! You wouldn't believe who I just ran into!" she told him, following him as they headed towards SimBurger.

"Holy crap! You ran into The-Wrong-Ashley?!" Jason asked in surprise, momentarily forgetting about the hotdog on his plate.
"Yeah! And I really gave it to her!" Liz announced proudly.  "I told her how full of herself she was and that it was all an honest mistake she blew up! Plumbbob, you should've seen her toss her hair around!" she added, scowling.  "What do you see in bimbos like that, anyways?"
"Did she say anything else?" Jason asked.  "Did she apologize?  I've got to call Ashley."
"Slow your roll, buddy," Liz told him.  "She just stormed off.  And I'm pretty sure Ashley still thinks you were hitting on her.  She's not going to believe you just because you keep saying it."
"This sucks!" Jason shouted, slouching down in his seat.

Liz looked around to make sure nobody was watching them.  "Dude, chill out! It'll work out. You just have to be patient!"

Jason jumped up and headed over to the snow cone maker, slipping the dollar into the payment slot.  "I'm not very patient," he groused.

Liz watched him prepare his snow cone.  "Yeah, and you're not an adult either, are you?"
"What?" Jason asked, licking his snow cone.  "I was still hungry!"

"Infant!" Liz teased.  Glancing across the table, she raised her eyebrow.  "Wanna get drunk?"

"I thought you'd never ask!" Jason said, tossing the rest of his snow cone in the trash and following behind Liz towards their bikes.

"So what's Moudy up to tonight?" Jason asked as he poured them a few drinks.

Liz shrugged. "What do you think? A kegger at his place."
Jason took a swig of his drink. "So, you wanna head over there?"
"Nah, sometimes it's annoying hanging out with all his frat friends.  It's like he forgets I'm there."

Jason shook his head.  "Nah, I see him watching you the entire time.  Moudy's got it bad for you."

Liz shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe."
She chugged her mixed drink.
"So? What? Are you done with him now?" Jason asked. 

Liz rolled her eyes.  "God, you're such a girl sometimes!" she snapped.  "Always talking about relationships and feelings.  Plumbbob!"  She glanced away from him with something akin to embarrassment.

"Geez! I didn't realize you were so sensitive about it!" Jason groused. 
"Drink up!" Liz said, grabbing another glass and tossing it back. 

After another few drinks, they headed into Liz's room to hang out for awhile before they passed out.
She was still laughing over Jason's attempt to spell Simmissippi as they plopped back on the couch. 

"I-P-P-I-S-S-S-..." Jason tried again, attempting to count off the letters on his fingers.  "DANG IT!" 
Liz laughed, swatting at his shoulder and then resting her forehead there for a second.  "No more! NO MORE!" she shrieked with laughter.  "Oh man," she sighed.  "It's going to suck having to go back to Apaloosa Plains."

Liz thunked him on the shoulder and sat up.  "Nobody gets me there. I was always the odd-ball.  The out-spoken one," she said unhappily.
Jason curved his arm around Liz's shoulder and tugged her closer.  "Screw 'em!" he told her.

Liz glanced up at him and smiled.  "Yeah! Screw 'em!" she repeated firmly.

Jason squeezed her.  "That's my girl!" he told her.  "Who said you had to go back there anyways? You can go anywhere you want!"  His eyes widened.  "You can come stay with me!" he told her eagerly. 
"Really?" she asked.  "That would be crazy cool!"  She grinned, thinking about how much more fun it would be to live with friends and be out on her own than heading back home.  "Jas! This is going to be awesome!" she gushed happily.

It was weird. It felt like Liz fit just right in his arms.  He was busy rubbing his hand up and down her arm as she made plans for their living together.

Talking about living together made him think about beds.  And being in beds together.  And pretty soon, Jason was just staring at her lips dreamily.
Liz trailed off, noticing how quiet Jason had gotten.  Just then, Jason shifted, leaning in to kiss her with his eyes partly open. 
"JASON!" she said, quickly raising her hand to keep his lips far, far away from her.  

Jason's eyes popped open

Liz popped up the moment Jason leaned away.  "What are you doing?!" she demanded with exasperation.
Jason scrubbed his hands over his face, standing to face her.  "Plumbbob, Liz. I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking!" he apologized.  "I'm so juiced!"
"Look, let's just forget it," Liz said, hesitant to delve into the weird feelings she was having right now. 

"But," Jason pressed.

Liz waved her hands in front of her face.  "I said drop it! Nothing happened!" she snapped, heading to the bed.
She laid down on the bed, feeling her pulse beat a little faster when Jason slipped onto the bed beside her.  Just friends. Just friends. Just friends, she repeated in her head.
"Night," she said tersely, turning on her side away from him.
Jason watched the back of Liz's head.  Geez. Liz had made it pretty damn clear that she didn't think of him romantically.  Just friends, just friends, just friends, he told himself.
Sighing, he rolled over with his back to Liz and fell asleep.