Bleeding-Delilah (sequel to cutting the feelings away when you can't)

Chapter 10: Drunk/fun/jason

The cowboy looks at me and smirks and looks away.
I look away at my friends on the other side of me and take a big sip that takes out half of the drink. I look back at him and I catch him looking at me, I smirk and he laughs slightly. he moves over here with his cowboy boots and hat.
"Hey." he said with a country accent, he smilies at me.
"Hi." I said loudly cause it was blaring with music.
"What's your name?" He asked in my ear so I could hear him better.
"What's yours?" I ask in his ear.
"Jason, now yours." Jason said, I look away and smirk.
"Delilah." I said loudly not looking at him taking another sip making the glass empty.
"Who old are you? You don't look like your in your twentys." he asked.
"How old are you?" I asked.
"19, you?" Jason asked laughing.
"17." I said laughing.
"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked.
"Sure." I said putting down my cup.
He holds up two fingers and the bar tender sets down two small jars of a clear liquid.
"What is this?" I asked holding it and looking at it.
"Just drink it." he said. I chug it down and set down the cup and gag.
"Moonshine?" I asked. he laughs at the sign of my gag.
"Yeah, your not from here are you?" He asked setting down his glass.
"I was born here but moved to New York, now I'm back for work." I said turning and looking at him.
"What do you do?" He asked still smiling at me, I have to admit he was cute.
"I'm in a band, I got signed to eyeball records." I said smiling.
"Cool, so your a city girl that raps?" He asked smirking.
"Oh god no, I sing punk rock." I said.
"Oh that's cool, can a city girl dance?" He asked standing up holding out his hand.
"We'll see." I said grabbing his hat and put it on running to the DJ booth and give him a request for I don't care by fall out boy.
He walks into the dance floor with me and looks up into my eyes. I sing to the music as he dances a country jig I guess when I just did some ratchet white girl stuff. we smiling and laugh and have each other's phone numbers. we dance more with my friends and as I'm about to fall Jason catches me and we got super close, we don't kiss but we just stand there I could smell his breath and he wasn't drunk, but I was. he took me to the apartment building and I walk inside and fall asleep on the couch with the rest of my friends ether sleeping on my feet or on the floor.
I wake up hung over and my head hurting. I get up and make coffee and take some Tylenol. my phone rings and it's Jason, I walk out on to the balcony.
"Hello." I said.
"Hi, city girl." he said.
"What's up?" I asked laughing.
"Well you were pretty drunk last night so I wanted to check if you were all right." he said, wow he cares more than my friends.
"I'm fine thanks for asking." I said smiling.
"No problem, what are you gonna do today?" He asked.
"I'm going to record a few songs and move in to my new apartment." I said stroking my fingers threw my hair.
"That sounds awesome, I just was wondering if you wanted to go to lunch or somethin'" he said.
"You could see me record some songs and then we could go to lunch, if you want." I said looking at the ocean view.
"That sounds cool, I'll be there what time?" He asked.
"Eleven, I have to go get ready. bye cowboy." I said hanging up the phone before he could say anything. I walk inside to Ash making more coffee.
"Were you talking to that guy from last night?" She asked.
"Yeah." I said.
"Ooooooo! You like him!" She said.
"No were just friends, he also will be coming to the studio to see us record." I said.
"Great." she said setting down her coffee. we get some pots and a giant spoon and banged them an told were one to get up. I put on some shorts and a sweat shirt and put on some beat up converse and eye liner and we all went, when we got to the studio my daddy and Jason were talking. I get out if the car and hug them.
"Hi Jason," I said smiling, "hi daddy."
"Hey city girl," Jason said, he had his cowboy boots on and hat on with a flannel shirt on and some blue jeans , "you didn't tell me your dad was Gerard way and Brendon Urie and Patrick stump."
"I didn't feel like it was needed to be said." I said. we walk in and start recording. we did "sugar, were goin' down swing" and "Vegas lights" and lastly "the ghost of you" when I got out if the booth we got high fives and Jason gave me a tight hug. when Jason and I were trying to leave my dads stopped me.
"Where do you think your going?" Patrick asked.
"Lunch the home." I said.
"Okay, be good." Dad said.
We walk out and Jason leads me down the street to his red truck. We drove out of town into the country.
"Where are we going?" I asked looking around see if there were anything but fields of nothing.
"Can't say, but it's out of your confert zone." he said smirking.
"And you know my confert zone?" I asked slightly laughing.
"Yeah, I have a good idea." He said smirking even more, after a few more minutes of driving we arrive to a bull riding place with a bar/restaurant.
"If you think I'm gonna ride a bull your crazy." I said getting out of the car.
"Of corse not, those shoes wouldn't work." he said pointing at my shoes.
"Shut up." I said playfully pushing him away.
"Were gonna watch em'" he said as we pass by a thrashing bull in its little pin.
"And eat?" I asked.
"Yeah and eat." he said smirking. we walk in to the restaurant and get seated I look through the menu and I can't find one thing that doesn't have BBQ on it.
The waitress comes over and takes out order.
"Okay can I have the small ribs?" He said in his so cute accent...... crap, I'm liking him.
"Sure sugar, and you?" The waitress said.
"Yeah um..... I want the BLT, thanks." I said, she writes down the order and takes the menus.