allison-grace:

Allison grabbed the bottle when handed to her and took a large sip out of it, making a sour face since it had been a while. “I’ll leave you two to it then,” she said with a stern nod, not caring how bad and gross that sounded. She grinned at his next question as she moved to sit with her back against the arm of the couch, putting her legs down in the space between them. “I’m not doing anything,” she started off with the grin still on her face as she took another sip. “I even kind of stole your phone earlier so I could bid on you for the auction, with your own money but that’s not the point.” She watched him to see his reaction, though she figured he’d be more upset about her stealing his phone, like that was the first time but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. “If I hook you up with someone else that means you won’t take off your shirt for me anymore,” she said jokingly with a pout. She was starting to feel kind of hyper, which was sometimes a good thing after being mopey but now she was probably just going to be annoying.

Jason made a disgusted face. “We’re a celibate couple!” He informed Allison pointing his finger at her before chugging down some of his new beer. He shook his head, “Good to know.” he said relaxing back into the couch. “I just have no interest in dating people.” He explained simply. It was the truth, Jason had no interest in getting to know any of the town girls. Sure, he was nice to them but there was no real interest there with anyone other than Allison. He was sure that would change at some time or another, but he didn’t really feel concerned with it. “I don’t like taking my shirt off for people…” He said with a laugh. “Why don’t you go find someone to date?” He countered raising an eyebrow, “pick one dude to be with for a while.”

hayden-masters: Looks like we finally get to have that dinner :)

Huh?

allison-grace:

Allison furrowed her brows when he spoke again, definitely not expecting that. “Okay?” she said a bit unsure when she stepped back into the living room. “You better have something else because,” she paused, making circular motions in front of her face. “I’m a lady and we don’t drink beer,” she continued with a grin as she sat down next to him. Though the thought of getting drunk again was appealing, she didn’t want to do anything she’d regret again. “So, maybe we should get you onto a lady,” she said, shrugging, not yet knowing where she was heading with that one, she just wanted the tension to be gone if they were going to make up. “It is Valentine’s tomorrow after all.” She couldn’t help rolling her eyes when she said that, knowing that most of the girls were stressing themselves over that right now.

Jason chuckled to himself before giving her a nod. “Yeah, I think I have some Smirnoff.” He told her getting up from the couch and going into the kitchen. He opened the fridge, grabbed himself a beer and Allison a Smirnoff cooler. He didn’t have plans to get her drunk, not even close to it, he just wanted her to relax with him. Retreating back into the living room with the bottles in hand, he shook his head at her. “George is my valentine” he said proudly opening the Smirnoff and handing it to her. He opened his beer and plopped back on the couch. “What’s up with you and wanting to hook me up all of a sudden?” Now he really wished he hadn’t shared his mom’s final wish with her. The last thing he needed was another woman riding his chops about being single.

allison-grace:

The second Jason was done talking Allison knew she was a bad person, not because she was angry but because she wanted to walk away right now, not because she didn’t want to listen but because she didn’t know what to say. She glanced around the room for another few seconds, watching him drink his beer before he spoke up again. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, really wishing she knew how to get past this conversation, feeling even more heartless than before he added the last part. “I’ll just go, then you can go back to your mother. I’m sorry,” she said again, taking a step back into the hallway. She didn’t know what to do anymore, sure she wanted to be mad at him just for the fact of being mad but now she just felt guilty and like she had to get the hell out of there. She somewhat knew that she had to comfort him but she knew that her ‘comforting’ would only make things worse since she didn’t have the gift of talking about emotions and bullcrap like that, especially not when it involved long embracements and saying that ‘it’ll be okay’ when it probably wouldn’t. 

Jason composed himself and looked back at her. “I didn’t say that so you’d act like that.” He said cooly, hoping she’d come back. “I just said it so you knew you weren’t the only one dealing with shit.” He picked his beer back up and placed it to his lips before throwing his head back to finish it off. “Come hang out with me?” He asked feeling kinda lonely. “I’ll let you have a beer,” he grinned hoping it’d help win her over. 

allison-grace:

Everything had just been awkward since their fight, mostly because they hadn’t really spoken since. Allison had just been hiding out in ‘her’ room, doing nothing, sometimes writing and drawing since she had no one to talk to now. Maybe it was the boredom or maybe she didn’t like it when fights lasted this long but somewhere she found the motivation to put her stubbornness aside and headed to the living room, not knowing what to say yet. “I’ll pay you back once I.. I, one day,” she mumbled, standing awkwardly in the door opening. What was she going to say? Once she was allowed to tell everyone that she wasn’t actually dead or once people had forgotten her long enough so she could get a job and build a new existence? Either way, she would find a way to pay him back for everything. “God Jason, you really have terrible timing, you know that?” the anger was detectable in her voice though she tried to hold it back as much as possible, not really wanting to start another fight.

Jason was lounging on the couch watching reruns of Archer on Netflix. He didn’t even glance up when Allison walked into the room, not even when she spoke. “Don’t worry about it.” He huffed taking another sip of his beer. Something stupid happened on the show and he let out a stale laugh, still paying Allison no mind. He hadn’t planned on acknowledging her now either, but he heard the tone in her voice. He sat up and stared a her for a long moment. “You wanna know something about ‘bad timing’?” He asked setting his beer down on the table. “Finding out your mother has terminal cancer.” He kept his gaze on her and his voice stayed even. “The only thing she wanted was to see me be successful, get married and have a couple kids. Guess what she gets?” He paused, “A son miles away, alone, trying to make his living on a shitty teacher salary.” He picked up his beer and took a long sip before setting it down on the table with a clanky thud. “So Allison, tell me all about how terrible my timing is. I don’t even have enough time to give my mom the three simple things she wants.” He stared at her for a long moment afterwards before breaking eye contact. The tears started to well up in his eyes, remembering the look on her face when he left her back in Iowa just a couple weeks ago, the constant questioning if that would be the last time he saw his mother alive, the guilt of not being able to make her happy, the constant anxiety he felt waiting for the phone call. 

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break on through by the doors

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lucycosgrove:

jasonhasting:

How does this crap even work?

http://rivercourthasasecret.tumblr.com/post/17560725462/update-highest-biddings

Thanks Lucy.

drew-cohen:

jasonhasting:

How does this crap even work?

-A is posting things. They somehow know…

Got it, thanks bud.