Đọc truyện I Am Jason (Jastin)

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Your wings already exist.

All you have to do is fly.

Justin

Jason and I are now waiting in the security line to go through the metal detectors. Both of our hoods are up, even though nobody knows what Jason looks like. He believes it's best to stay cautious of our surroundings and to always expect the worst. Why? So we're not surprised when anything happens. Sometimes I wonder if he actually gets scared or not. What am I thinking? He's Jason McCann, of course he doesn't.

It is finally our turn, I unzip my jacket and keep my shoes on. Jason and I happen to be TSA approved for Delta. We take our hoods off before emptying our pockets and walking through the metal detector one at a time. My breathing becomes a little heavier as I become nervous. I don't have anything on me but Jason's hood is off and maybe one person knows what he looks like. Thankfully, we both go through with no beeping going off. Jason grabs my phone and keys as well as his own things and we make our way towards the terminal gate.

Things like "Make sure you have your belongings before heading to your gate," are blaring over the speakers in the crowded airport. I listen one more time and try to hold in a laugh. How does someone forget their three children? Jason shakes his head as we come across the waiting area. Our bags are scanned and are now on their way to be put in the storage. Our flight is due to leave in an hour meaning we'd board thirty minutes prior.

"Are you hungry? If so, we have to get something now before we board," Jason states.

I nod my head and we stand up from our seats. My eyes search for a place to eat and I find McDonald's.

"McD's should do fine," I say then start making my way towards it while Jason takes two steps to catch up.

Jason and his damn long legs. I push through some people and step in line. Not many people are here and it is surprising enough to keep my eyebrows raised.

"Hi, what can I get you?" The cashier asks.

"Can I have a McChicken meal with medium fries and a large coke?" I step back to allow Jason to order.

"I'll have a 10-piece nugget meal with large fries and a large Dr. Pepper."

"That'll be 14.57, sir?" she says and bats her eyelashes.

Two things: One, McDonald's at airports is expensive as hell. Two, can this hoe hop off his dick? Jason hands her the money obliviously and takes his receipt. We both move to the other side of the counter for pickup.

"You are a giant," I say as Jason's stomach growls.

He looks down at me with one eyebrow raised over his icy blue eyes.

"You're tall and you eat a shitload."

Realization dawns across his face and he laughs softly while shaking his head.

Dimples appear in his cheeks as he smiles widely. His pearly white smile was imprints into my brain which makes me smile to myself. I really like this man already. Though he may be a serial killer, he is a good person other than the crimes he's committed.

"Order 37!" A man from the kitchen calls out.

Jason looks at his receipt before pulling me towards the counter. The guy passes us our bags and cups.

"I'll get the drinks, you find a table. You said Dr. Pepper, right...they make us get our own drinks," I laugh.

He nods his head and I turn towards the machine. I take both of our cups and fill them up with ice. As I fill mine up with coke, I notice a guy standing in line behind me. His eyes are traveling to places I rather them not to. I start filling Jason's cup when I feel a presence behind me. The guy has gotten extremely close to where I can see him in my peripheral vision.

He speaks as soon as I finish filling the cup. "Hey there, babe."

I shiver disgustedly at the nickname. "May I help you?" I try to ask politely, surprisingly achieving my goal.

"You could follow me into the bathroom and get down on your knees." He whispers seductively, well at least he thinks it's seductive.

My mouth drops open and I immediately turn, smacking his face hard. "You're fucking disgusting with your old ass limp dick," I hiss as I take mine and Jason's cups.

I grab two lids and two straws before making my way towards Jason's blonde hair. I sit down at the table and he notices my irritation. "

What happened?" He asks while looking around the restaurant.

The guy who I just encountered is still standing at the machine so I point at him. "That guy just said and I quote "You could follow me into the bathroom and get down on your knees," when I asked him what I could help him with."

I watch as Jason's whole demeanor changes from concerned to angry.

"He what?" He says through gritted teeth before standing up with such force that the chair fell over.

Anger washes through him as he storms over to the man. He turns in alarm only to meet Jason's spit as he cussed him out. Why is Jason so angry? Yeah it's wrong, not like we're dating though.

A gasp escapes my lips as I watch Jason's hand connect with the man's jaw. He doubles over onto the floor unconscious. The people who have noticed the commotion gasp just like I did and put their hands over their mouths.

Jason walks back to the table and sits down like nothing happened. I stare at him for a long while before going back to eating my food. He obviously knows I was staring at him because he glances up at me.

After finishing our food, Jason takes my hand in his and I try my hardest to keep my blush tame. My small hand fit perfectly in his large one. Can he be like this all the time? I love this side of him. I lo-like him so much. Was I about to say love? No, I don't believe I was. I shake my head to clear my mind and sit next to him in the waiting area.

Minutes later we're called to board the plane and we get up to hand our boarding passes to the attendant before walking through the terminal. My mind wanders as we quietly walk through the tunnel. We pass the cockpit and make our way to our seats. I had called the window seat earlier in the day so that's where I sit. Jason takes the seat next to me as I buckle my seatbelt.

The only things I have on me are my phone and charger. The flight attendant tells everything he needs to into the intercom as my eyes become droopy. Lack of sleep had me beat and I'm fighting my hardest to stay awake. Jason noticed and immediately pulls my neck so my head can fall on his shoulder.

"Sleep," Is all he says before I close my eyes and allow myself to drift into a deep sleep.

*****

"Justin, wake up," Jason shakes me as the words escape his lips.

I groan after being interrupted from my dreams and rub my eyes. I look around and see we have just landed in Minnesota. He gives me a tight lipped smile before taking a step back to give me space to stand. He has already unbuckled me so I stand up from my seat and make sure that I have my phone and charger. I got my reassurance after patting my jacket's inside pocket.

We make our way into the terminal after passing the cockpit once again, the pilots giving us big smiles. I'm too groggy to do anything but walk and breathe. We pass through another crowded airport before making our way into the parking lot.

A man is standing in front of a black Mercedes-Benz with a sign that says 'McCann' on it. He nods at Jason, him returning it. My eyes brows knit together in confusion but I shake my head and glance at Jason who is holding the door open for me.

I sit down on the leather seats and slide over for Jason. He gets in next to me and shuts the door after himself.

"Justin, this is Carson Trask. He is my driver and will be yours as well, anytime you'd like at a reasonable time. Trask is also our bodyguard."

So Trask knows about Jason's crimes and stuff.

"Yes, he knows what business I'm involved in, Justin," Jason answers as if he read my mind.

I nod my head and smile warmly at the man. "Hello, Trask," I say, him immediately shaking his head.

"You can call me Carson, Mister...," he trails off.

"Bieber, call me Justin, please," I finish for him.

He seems very uncomfortable with me telling him that.

"But if it makes you feel better, you can call me Mister Bieber."

A small smile creeps onto his lips before he drives away from the pickup lane. Street lights flash through the window and light up the night sky. It has been a long day and is now eight at night. Another yawn leaves my lips from the three hour flight we have just went through.

I can see Jason staring at me from the corner of my eye. Minutes pass and we finally pull up to a house. Jason never showed me the pictures but he told me the measurements and forced me to buy new stuff for "our" room. My jaw drops at the beautiful house in front of me.

*TOUR*