Chapter 1 Jason

So this story is continued from my last blog entry, called prologue. So make sure you read that one first... it's right below this one. Enjoy! And keep checking my blog, the next 'chapter' should be posted soon. :)


I woke up from a very deep sleep. I looked around and had no idea where I was. I heard someone moving around in the room next to me, the kitchen maybe? I studied my surroundings; It looked like I was in the living room of a small apartment. I saw a big screen TV and a bookshelf overflowing with DVDs. A big, expensive looking stereo sat beside the TV. Artistic photos lined the walls. A Grand piano stood in the corner of the room, with sheet music scattered all around it. A sketch book lay on the coffee table, next to a notebook filled with what looked like poems or song lyrics. A thick booklet that looked like a script lay on the hardwood floor next to the couch. Whoever lived here was obviously very artistic.

Someone walked into the room, just as I was about to pick the script up off the floor. He was holding a glass of water in one hand and what looked like a peanut butter and jam sandwich in the other. "So Sleeping Beauty finally decided to wake up!" He said with a smile. I sat there and stared at him like an idiot. I had no idea what was going on, or who he was, but he was gorgeous. His smile vanished as worry started to creep across his features. I had seen this face before. I recognized the worry lines that spread across his forehead, underneath his dark hair. I recognized the way he held his mouth... and suddenly everything came flooding back. This was the same guy that had picked me up off the park sidewalk after my little fainting spell. I blushed as I remembered everything. "Hi," I murmured, and his smile returned.

"So I thought you might be hungry. Fainting can take a lot out of you." I shook my head, "No it's ok." I answered. "Are you sure?" he asked. "If you don't feel like PB & J, I could take you out somewhere..." "No it's ok. Really." I answered. Why should this stranger have to feed me? I wasn't even hungry. He shrugged and put the sandwich onto the table. He picked a guitar up, from beside the couch, and sat on the floor, strumming a few chords. Eventually the chords turned into a complex, but beautiful piece of music. I watched his hands, mesmerized, as he played. Then he started to sing. His voice was beautiful, one of the most beautiful voices I had ever heard in my life. The deep, poetic words wove in and out with the guitar melody. I sat there in silence, completely hypnotized by the music that filled the room.

The song came to an end, with a soft chord that hung in the silence. "Do you like it?" he asked me, curious. I was speechless. "That was... that was... com-... ama-..." he laughed softly. "That was beautiful," I finally blurted out. "Did you write it yourself?" I asked. "Thanks, and yeah I did write it actually." His eyes met mine, and he smiled. I looked away. I heard him put the guitar down, and then felt as the couch sag as he sat down next to me. I could feel his eyes still staring at my face. "What's your name?" he whispered. I didn't reply. He lightly placed his fingers on my chin and turned my face so I was looking at him. "What's your name?" he whispered again. "Lyla" I muttered. He let his fingers drop and smiled. My skin tingled where his fingers had been. "Lyla, that's a beautiful name. I'm Jason." I blushed and but continued to stare into his dark eyes. "Hi Jason," I whispered back, smiling.

Ever so slowly, his face came closer and closer to mine. Our lips were about to touch, when someone coughed. Jason pulled away with lightning speed. I followed his gaze, and saw a tall girl with long, blonde hair, red lipstick and a lot of eyeliner on. She was leaning against the door frame, and was staring at me. "My, my, my. Who's this? Won't you introduce me to your friend, Jason?" "Oh hi Anny, I thought you were out..." he replied. "I can see that." She awnsered, her voice full of implications. He cleared his throat, "But this is Lyla; I saved her from the park, and I was just about to drive her home." Anny raised an eyebrow, but never took her eyes off of me. I avoided her gaze, and looked down at my hands. "So anytime you're ready, Lyla." Jason said. "Oh right, right." I replied flustered and stood up, a little too quickly. I swayed, and Jason caught me. "Thanks I muttered," and quickly walked past Anny, who was still starring at me.

We sat in the car, in an awkward silence. I wished that he would turn on the radio, or something; But he didn't. Both of his hands stayed safely on the steering wheel. I sighed, and looked out the window. He looked over at me, and then turned his gaze back to the road. "Lyla, I should explain..." "No Jason, you don't have too. I get it. You and Anny are together, it's fine." He didn't reply. He pulled onto my street, and looked at the numbers, trying to find the right one. "Right here," I said, and he pulled up in front of my apartment complex. I wanted to get out of the car, to get away from this ridiculously perfect guy, but I knew I had to thank him for saving me from the park. So with one hand on the door handle, I turned and looked at him; He was already starring at me. "So, um. Thanks for picking me up at the park and making sure I was fine and ever-" but before I could finish, he had pressed his lips gently against mine.

He pulled as quickly as he had come in. "And me and Anny aren't really together; She's just taking forever to move out." With that, he pulled a pen out of the glove apartment, and wrote his phone number on my hand. "Give me a call sometime," he said with a smile. I smiled back and nodded. "Thanks again," I said, and then stepped out of the car. "Lyla," he called out, leaning over the passenger seat "Goodbye." I smiled and shut the door. He smiled back and then drove away.

I walked up the stairs to my apartment in a bit of a daze. I had just met the most perfect guy! I unlocked the door, and walked in, shutting it behind me. I hung my bag and sweater up on the hook by the door. I turned around and fell out of the daze immediately... I was standing face to face with Andrew, my boyfriend.